Biography of Luke Britsch
Born in 92. A small town teenager with the simple desire to make a name in the literary world.
Luke Britsch Poems
Thunder Storms. [3 Short Poems]
The thunder cracks! How unreal. Something with such power, sporadic and unpredictable.
Words are the only thing that make sense anymore.
Where's my mind? I think I’ve lost it. Twelve hours of sleep later.
Anger. Fear. Love. Human Emotion
Two early mornings and a chorus of blackbird. I'm starting to think the acid is going to my head?
I tripped, and fell. sorry darling. accidents happen.
Once, I spent ages, watching a spider make it's web.
These Subtleties Have Been Playing Trick...
I dream a dream quite often. One of love and romantic ideals. But I’m sorry to say that it is just that. A dream.
Oh, The Night.
At night I scream the songs of the streetlights. They simply smile and sing back at me. As they sing their song, I smile.
When The Apocalypse Comes.
Part one; The Acceptance. When the apocalypse comes where will you be?
While Visiting A State... [untitled]
While visiting a state of sub-reality, I was approached by a stranger,
Alas! The quintessential age of our peers is upon us.
Oh, The Night.
At night I scream the songs of the streetlights.
They simply smile and sing back at me.
As they sing their song, I smile.
And sit back for a long night,
The dreams will be sweet.
It's beautiful, the lullaby they've chosen tonight.
I would try to hum along,