Emulation Poem 3rd Draft Rafsun FaizThe Destruction of My Personality by One Woman1.My hearts torn skipping!I stand in the showerListening to The Knowing by The Weeknd[footnoteRef:1] [1: See lyrics below ]

Tears falling along with the water fallIf she wouldjust come back onceand kiss me on the lipscoarse my hair just oncemy temple, its throbbing!

I guess, I can put on my shirtand go for a drive.2.I love you. I hate you,Im turning my calculus pagesand my heart is closinglike a fist.

Integrals and derivatives! beHurt as I am hurt, swoon,Scratch your back, a pool,and Ill stare downat my solutionwhich at best is only the talentI have at that pointCannot please, cannot solve what a man!

with words echoing in my ear.I start the enginebut when I driveit rains3Thats funny! My heart is brokenoh yes, Ive been carrying brickswhat a funny place I am in!its rainingand I am going at 100 mpgI talked to her again and threw my orange Samsung out the windowangry tears in the corner of my eyes

4Now I am quietly waiting forthe catastrophe of my personalityto seem beautiful again,interesting, modern.

The city is grey andbrown and yellow in trees,sun and skies of laughteralways diminishing, less funnynot just darker, not just grey, angry and jaded

It may be the coldest time ofthe year, what does she think ofthat? I mean, what do I? And if I do,perhaps I am myself again.

"The Knowing"

I know what you didI knowSo I'ma let you taste herI ain't washing my sinsI ain't washing my sins

Now we're lying about the nightsHiding all it behind the smilesTake a look at what you did

You probably thought that you'd break my heartYou probably thought that you'd make me cryWell baby it's okayI swear it's okay

'Cause I know everythingI know everythingI know everythingI know everything

Now these tongues don't twist like they did beforeTrying to keep me upAnd you are dryWell baby it don't hurtOh, like you thought it wouldThe more of you the merrier

Now we're lying about the nightsHiding it all behind the smilesTake a look at what you did

You probably thought that you'd break my heartYou probably thought that you'd make me cryBut baby it's okayIt's okay, yeah

I know everything, yeah, yeah, yeahI know everything, yeahI know everythingI know everythingMayakovskyBY FRANK O'HARA1My hearts aflutter!I am standing in the bath tubcrying. Mother, motherwho am I? If hewill just come back onceand kiss me on the facehis coarse hair brushmy temple, its throbbing!

then I can put on my clothesI guess, and walk the streets.

2I love you. I love you,but Im turning to my versesand my heart is closinglike a fist.

Words! besick as I am sick, swoon,roll back your eyes, a pool,

and Ill stare downat my wounded beautywhich at best is only a talentfor poetry.

Cannot please, cannot charm or winwhat a poet!and the clear water is thick

with bloody blows on its head.I embrace a cloud,but when I soaredit rained.

3Thats funny! theres blood on my chestoh yes, Ive been carrying brickswhat a funny place to rupture!and now it is raining on the ailanthusas I step out onto the window ledgethe tracks below me are smoky andglistening with a passion for runningI leap into the leaves, green like the sea

4Now I am quietly waiting forthe catastrophe of my personalityto seem beautiful again,and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey andbrown and white in trees,snows and skies of laughteralways diminishing, less funnynot just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day ofthe year, what does he think ofthat? I mean, what do I? And if I do,perhaps I am myself again.