Cargando...
es
English Español Français Italiano

King Author

Hard pressed

I’m blessed discreet
yet hard pressed.
I behest and attest
my scriptures are grotesque.
The novelist when I write,
In spite of parasites and
fringe copy wrights, I still recite
my graphite playwright.

1
Preferido o celebrado por...
King Author
Otras obras de King Author...
Boast

I boast when my frame plays host to an alchemical dose of utopian dope. A conclave of smoke, This pius pope raises
 3
you could not mimic.

You could not mimic  how I write it or spit it.  Yet I’m my own worst critic.  With supervision started on a  mission to master my lyrical 
 2
very ruff draft

The trace elements in his sentence… ..you couldn’t decode the encoded… Your imagination too narrow, in a… Your imagination is too narrow fro… He can imagine the unimaginable,…
Sexy Slave

Bedwetting and bloodletting, A night she won’t soon be forgetting…
 1
Your cracked

Your cerebrum must be cracked, from the chemical smoke stacks whi… also induce memory lapse of when I… Soaked my heart’s gash, in a miner… relationships took aves, I shouldn…
concern for one's notes

Concern for my notes meaning’s, had a psychic and theorist review my reading. They said" your script is only exceeded by your process of though…
All he ever wanted

All he wanted was his pensive to be intensive and extensive, The empirical evidence… my sentences show no apprenticeshi… membership in these type of hollow…
 2
 1
one spirit.

Intensively listen, none of her words escape, I focus on all 8 of her frequency… Her tone interpermeates my physica… The light in her eyes start blinki…
 1
Self in cells

Its so hard to let you go, So I h… But you’re a part of my heart, So…
 1
Matrix

Escape hate by finding a quiet pla… mediate till tranquil state. There are Pyramids to make, dimensions to break, a prison planet to escape,
 3
 2
I reckon

I feel I must mention my reflecti… in the selection of my rhythm sect… it’s an art collection with a cello reception an immaculate conception
 1
Her Birthday...

On a hot summer day, her birthday. There was a man who took hours making a beautiful
 9
 4
Not by my hands ,but trainned

I sit here with the license to abuse my barbiturate and vices, Their not subsiding, Lamp lights become blinding, Imagination and heart rate climbin…
 1
Where she belongs

Erotic ideas, Whispered in my ear. Long to be together, im coming to… I search for all that is hidden wi… At the center of her heart is wher…
 1
Prognosis

He wrote it, Rolled it, Smoked it then spoked it, Like moses hes been chosen to spli… ......Fuck my doctors bogus diagno…
 1



Top