Well, after two weeks of classes in this Spring term of 2009, I have realized that one thing is for certain: I love being in school. I love having papers due. I love preparing for presentations. I love riding the bus home. I love being downtown. I love getting up early. I love people. (I guess more than one thing). Each of my classes this term is somewhat challenging, yet, I am so intrigued by them and feel like my brain is making up for the last three months with information intake. (Sigh...).

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You didn't have to tease me

with the smirk and the smile.

I had been long over you, dear,

for quite some time and a while.

It's just that--just you--

to flirt with what's gone.

I thought you were through,

packed up here and done.

But I guess I was wrong,

or was I?

Am I?

Is it worth it, dear Self,

to believe in another try?

Oh stop it, just stop it.

This is not worth your time.

But if he was yours,

I'd want him to be mine.

Maybe that's why 

I cannot

seem to move on.

I'll think that we're through,

then he'll awaken another dawn,

another burst of sunlight

that hints of the day.

Then he turns back around,

leaving clouds

and the sky gray.

So here I am again

in the stage of not knowing,

as my interest and intrigue 

keeps on growing...

You.

Okay now, slow down.

Don't make another sound.

We've only known a little,

though you do have great potential.

Just wait it out, my friend,

Look for and follow the wind.

Don't force an inkling heart

into deep commitment at the start.

A Poem.

You seem to smell of interest and intrigue.

It's quite obvious, my friend.

You're wearing it on your sleeve.

If only those eyes would reveal more than they do,

I may have a chance at figuring out you.

See, you've mastered the art

of turning your face to stone.

And I ponder what's behind it

when I'm quiet and alone.

Maybe to those you know, 

the face of stone turns soft.

But as for me, not close enough,

You often seem far off.

But despite your lofty countenance 

and eyes that look past what's there.

I determine myself to figure you out,

though I don't know when or where...