cuz he's black - Javon Johnson

I've been thinking a lot about this poem in the past month or so.

Found: Another Work of Art via Tumblr

you fell in love as soon as we met

but i fell for you seven days before that

i glanced at you for three seconds and you blew me away

and over six hundred thousand seconds later

when i thought i had collected my confidence

you had already initiated conversation

i had never seen such an elegant being

i was in awe in every sense of the word

i was like a puzzle just shy of one million pieces

and my train of thought was the only one missing

you fill my chest with the sweetest air i have ever felt

yet i think if you take one more breath from my lungs

they will cave and infatuate themselves with my heart

we spoke again three weeks later (i think)

nothing could have stopped the stuttering of my words

i didn't know what it was about you

maybe it was your light vanilla scent

or your vibrant smile and autumn eyes

but you were beyond captivating and gorgeous

you were mine and i was yours

this was it

i love you,

i love you,

i love you.

h.c.

I'm not sure who H.C. is, but this was too beautiful not to share.

Six word stories

As usual, my brain is a jumbled mess of whatever happens to be going on in my life and whatever I have experienced that day. Today, like usual, it's more poems and tidbits from Tumblr. But more specifically, six word stories that (for me at least) leave you wanting more. Here are some of my favorites.

You deserve happiness. So I left.
She chased clouds hoping for rainbows.
Laughter long ago swallowed by shadows.
Do not laugh. We need dreamers.
Smoldering ashes. You stole my fire.

(These are all from the same blog and author) 

(These are just random finds on Tumblr)

I miss how you wanted me. 

You are somebody. Not some body.

The people you love become ghosts.

I discovered myself while discovering you.

Someone loving you doesn't fix you.

We all die with unanswered questions.

Under your finger tips, I matter.

Eye contact: how souls catch fire.

There are no winners, only survivors.

Hearts grow heavy with the sea.

But with you, it was different.

And finally, a Margaret Atwood quote: "There are mountains inside your skull," which comes from the longer quote:

at last you, will say
(maybe without speaking)

(there are mountains
inside your skull
garden and chaos, ocean
and hurricane; certain
corners of rooms, portraits
of great-grandmothers, curtains
of a particular shade;
your deserts; your private
dinosaurs; the first
woman)

all I need to know:
tell me
everything
just as it was
from the beginning.