Girlfriend Psychological Poems

I am tired of politics 
On the left the ideas are always right
And on the right there is no humanity left
No one ever changes their...

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Lo, Meursault, the hero, of the novel, 'the outsider',
Is spun by absurdity, like the web of a spider.

Neither religion nor society does affect him,
Nor does...

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Ringtone
The silence is torture as the clock crawls almost to a stop.
Every nerve on edge every hair stands in end.
Muscles are so tense as if...

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Pagal tissue lelo yaar.
Mogambo khush hova....

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John. His name is John, that's what his peers call him. 
Johnathan Arifin His mother, calling him 'Arifin' Nathan, a nickname from his girlfriend Don't...

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Seeing you in the soft blue 
looking for the outline 
I feel your quickly shifting silhouette 
Watching your passing sigh 
Knowing your shadows of soft...

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anger in your eyes
crimson are your lips
ivory is your skin 
sweet is your sin 
smooth are your hips 
Bitter bitter are your lies...

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Since I can't say the words that I want to use
We r going to have a little fun and light the fuse
I don't give 2...

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So many girls stay in my head
their visions won’t depart;
our kisses and caresses 
and our fumblings in the dark.

I wish it were not so, 
that...

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...No longer could they blame it on others,
or chock it all up to society,
their losses, their failings, due to their choices,
a hard truth, and many...

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Make me one day
All the insults
I will return the whole!
Kick on my stomach
Not Holding your hands
Make me small
Quarrel with me
Hold down the tie
And every slap
How...

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She was the best of us. 
She was gloriously fun and exciting.
She laughed like no other, throwing back her head, full mouth open.
She was outgoing,...

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One..
When everyone gets sorrow, everyone does not know to cry,
Some of the heart breaks like a glass piece!
But do not water the eyes!
The only God...

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I remember when I kissed my first girlfriend,
exciting, moist,  and tasting of bread and butter,
if only I could utter the words that arose within...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns...

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