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IX. Ben H. Parker Student Center (haiku)

I sit here again
to watch the old trees bloom pink
against the gray sky
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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X. Starzer Welcome Center

We talked and walked down the sidewalks,
you holding some kind of government report
that you got from the library for free;
and it amazed me how it'd been redacted
(even if for only a couple of years),
and, even as many times as I said,
to anyone who would listen,
that you had 'secret government documents,'
I hung onto every word you said.

I guess I was pretending I was ten again,
and that you and I had some kind of little secret,
a strange little piece of the world to ourselves
(and to the geophysics major, my RA,
who we showed the report to and blabbed on
about wells and drills and geography and geology).

I like to remember that much more
than the last time I really talked to you,
when you drunk-texted me in the middle of the night
and said that you were in love with me.

I guess I couldn't have been ten forever.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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I know that's not my report about wells and geology, but also. WELLS. V cute!
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled
  





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@Ventomology Iiiii honestly can't remember too well what the report was about, but it was def geology and we were def absolute nerds about it. xD

Also apologies for borrowing from your poem a bit. <.< >.>

XI. The Bathroom

It is two in the morning;
the day started with blood (and,
with my luck,
it will end with blood).

And I'm too asleep and too awake
to stop it from dripping down my chin
and onto my shirt, no matter how much
I cup my hands over my nose.

And my suitemate has to call the staff yet again;
this isn't even the first time he's seen me
lying on the floor (the carpet makes me a little less dizzy,
and sometimes I can pretend I'm sinking through it
to somewhere that doesn't smell like blood or vomit).

And the staff has to see me staring at the floor,
spraying clorox at the stains, wiping blood off my foot,
and tiredly answering the thousand tired questions
that she has to throw at me.

And I have to read the email at eight in the morning,
asking me if I'm doing well
after the incident that I'd almost let slip away
like the bad dream that came before it
(and this hasn't been the first message,
and I don't think it will be the last).
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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Cadi says...



I love your theme - this is like getting an incredibly personal campus tour. (It's really interesting thinking about how all the places we see every day relate to our lives, and how we form associations with locations!)
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@Cadi, thanks! That's pretty much what I was aiming for - the impressions I have about my university, and how it affected my mindset.

XII. The IM Fields (senryu)

I kicked the kickball
three times, and they went and caught
every single shot.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XIII. The FIJI Balcony

My right ear's been ringing off and on all day
(like the phone call I'm afraid to get from an old friend),
and I'm waiting for one of the fireworks -
boom, crash, rumble, thunder, smash -
to finally blow it out.

And my eyes have been red and teary all day
(few things scare me like the idea I won't be able to see my new friends),
and I'm waiting for one of the fireworks -
yellow, white, red, green, blue -
to finally shut them down.

But, if I shut the door behind me,
and let my eyes and my ears rest,
I'd be left at the mercy of my mind,
a mind that would wrap an iron curtain around me,
flash the faces of my enemies -
failures, frustrations, fears, sorrows, abuses -
and hide me from the friends
siting on the couch
and watching the light show.

Paris is well worth a mass.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XIV. The Weaver Towers Piano Room

It is ten in the night,
and I can't walk in a straight line.
My head is swimming,
my thoughts are drowning in fog,
and my vision is blurry.

I need somewhere to go
where I can close the door behind me,
feel the smooth ivory against my fingertips,
and lose myself for a while.

I need somewhere to go
where people won't ask me about my day
or my plans for tomorrow or if I'm still sick.

I need somewhere private,
a place to settle into my own little world,
a place to bury myself in my music,
a place where no one will look or listen.

And, for now, I have one.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XV. The CTLM Parking Lot

It's a little vain, but
sometimes I like to think
that the bench under the trees
was made for me -
I've never seen anyone else sit there.

When I'm heading back from the supermarket,
bottle of soap in hand, it's a nice place to sit;
there's pinecones littering the ground,
ravens pecking at scraps
and fluttering around in the bushes
surrounding trees old enough to cast a shadow
over this little grove, but not old enough
to turn white and gnarled in the winter.

Sometimes it's hard to remember
that there even was a parking lot at all,
until I can finally breathe again,
until I can finally pull myself off the bench
and head back home
(though I'd rather sacrifice myself to myself
in the branches of those trees,
I have work to do).
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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buggie stop giving me poem ideas

XVI. Mahir Jalil Plaza

How many times have you walked down this path -
heart stuck in your throat, feet tripping over each other
and stamping up the stairs, lungs pausing for some quick breaths,
brain wondering what monster paces back and forth behind the glass
on the other side of the door?

And how many times have you jumped down the stairs -
fists raised, heart settled back in your chest
and beating in tune with your confident feet,
brain having survived another day of listening to the monster
that was yourself, pacing back and forth behind the glass
on the other side of the door?

Let your relief carry you home in the night,
drowning out the sounds of the coyotes and wolves
and wrapping you in the glory of being alive -
amen.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XVII. Stratton Commons

The moon won't wait any longer;
it's poking out above the red rocks,
waving goodbye to the sun
that's falling into the arms of purple mountains.

But, in that moment in time
when the sun and moon stand on opposite ends of the sky,
when there's snow on the ground and lightning on the horizon,
when brown and white trees mix with the green grass,
when the cold winds greets the hot spring air,
and when I'm going to a physics lecture I actually want to see,
it feels like the whole world is coming together
in a giant, contradictory mess
(hopefully not to crush me,
but it never liked me much anyways).
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XVIII. Marquez Hall (Again)

CW: suicidal thoughts

Spoiler! :
I swear I can almost see you
under the table behind the window
sandwiched by yellow bricks,
resting on your back
(those were the worst stomach cramps
of our life)
and staring at the paper in your hands
and wondering how you didn't do worse
on that calc exam.

And part of me wants to find a way
to climb up to the windowsill,
feel back the glass,
and yell at you that all that time
and all that patience and all that effort
was worth it,
and that you are worth it,
and that you're finally going to figure out
who you are.

Except
I don't know who I am (not entirely),
I don't know if I'm worth it,
I don't know if all that time
and all that patience and all that effort
was worth it.

I have to keep hoping
and I have to keep searching
and I have to keep trying;
but for the pavement
three stories below
(and that sounds too much
like physics),
I don't have any other choice.
Last edited by TheSilverFox on Sat Apr 20, 2019 5:23 am, edited 1 time in total.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XIX. 15th and Washington

You're standing in the corner again -
book in hand (good to see some of your favorite poems made it,
even if yours didn't), desperately refreshing the same page on your phone
to find out if you failed the physics exam,
passing the time ignoring your rumbling stomach
and picking up snippets of names and voices
as young and new writers and poets and artists celebrate.

You're the bleeding heart you stand next to - small, old, ignored,
there to take some food, eat by the parking lot,
and head back to your cramped home.

But, even though you can barely move your arms sometimes,
you'll try again, and that's a lot more than you can say
about a lot of other people.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XX. The Weaver Towers Music Room

How
could you
have found me
playing the piano here
when not one other person
noticed me at all,
spilling my heart
to only
myself.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  





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XXI. Greek Row

[You swear that you can almost see a man
walking across the parking lot
in front of Kappa Sigma,
barely visible
in the faint lamplight from an empty soccer field
and the blue and green glows from a frat that,
for once, isn't having a party.]

[And then you realize there actually is a man
walking across the parking lot
in front of Kappa Sigma.]

[This
does not fill you with determination.]
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.
  








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