Tiny Thieveries

On the brightest part of the city,
we met—where the lampposts
are like fallen stars

and where we see
the night’s grin the brightest.

Our eyes glistened
before the lights glaring
in front of us. We were radiating
the way comets should.

But paths to nowhere laid
before us are darkened—

the lights of the city would dare
not touch them for even the stars

had no luck of embracing
them.

So I closed my eyes, let the colors
bloom underneath my eyelids,

and listen as your feet
tap at the pavement
one at a time;

I learned then the paradox
of stretching arms across—

though made distant, I knew
you should be near.

But the darkness ate
both of us. Separate. Each
in our own world, intertwined
in a film never nearing

to be over—but should be
separated.

So, I guess, this is
the part were we try
to figure out our own story
amid the scarce source
of light in this darkness.

This is the part were we hope
that in another chapter, we’ll
cross path—though strangers
at first glance, the perennial
friction of our touch will spark
a bright new light for this place.

In a place where we can
call the equinox.

For even celestial bodies,
align—

if not now,
perhaps

soon.

Prompts?

Steaming cup of coffee with the rest
of the meal laid still on the table, I have kept
the knives on their proper cabinets. Set
everything to their proper locations—wine
glasses, the plates, shards of the broken
tiles, the scattered forks on the
floor. I think I have OCD but this is just
Sunday; normal to clean up
like mundane bathroom
rituals.

The nest of mice and
roaches, gone. The stench
of oozing vinegar, wiped
by a tsunami of cleaning
products. This is just Sunday.

Body heat is just resurfacing from
the epidermis. And I just need to cool
down,

eat my meal that has gone
cold, sip the still steaming hot cup
of coffee, and keep the pickle jar

in the freezer. That pickle jar
where I keep my heart.

Always be weary
of freezer

burn.

I.
We let this moment slip
in the fold of the darkening
day—that burning
horizon made by the sun
when the moon is chasing
him. We let this moment slip to
silence:

the way stories are told
through celestial bodies.

The sea devoured everything
we have to say to each other
as we are stagnant.

Frozen:

a monument to declare
all the poems from the past.

II.
So the sun bids goodbye
and everything

should be finished:
like the warmth trapped
between our palms.

The waves that crashed
on the shoreline screamed
something a blood would
from rushing veins;

some things.

III.
I am done writing
poems in the skyline,

rearranging stars
to form verses
I’d wish someone
would read.

I’m done

Because your eyes
are the only stars

I need

to make my mouth quiver,
wet from verses I’d like to
drop.

IV.
We let this moment
slip.

kylevasquez:

Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.

Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to make their best work and get it in front of the audience they deserve – certainly isn’t changing.

So what’s new? Simply, Tumblr gets better faster. The work ahead of us remains the same – and we still have a long way to go! – but with more resources to draw from.

Yahoo is the original Internet company, and Marissa and her team share our dream to make the Internet the ultimate creative canvas. I couldn’t be more excited to have her help. We also share a vision for Tumblr’s business that doesn’t compromise the community and product we love. Plus both our logos end with punctuation!

As always, everything that Tumblr is, we owe to this unbelievable community. We won’t let you down.

Fuck yeah,
David

(Source: staff)

edwardspoonhands:

First, I love Tumblr and want to keep loving it. And yes, it is immediately terrifying to hear that Yahoo (which, from a lot of our perspectives, is a laughably backwards and culturally irrelevant company) is going to own Tumblr. I sympathize. 

But there are a number of circumstances in which this will not be a disaster. Let’s think:

WHY TO NOT BE TERRIFIED

1. David Karp is being kept on as CEO for at least 4 years. Karp’s policies made Tumblr what it is.
2. Tumblr is only as good as we (its creators) are. The idea that the cultural identity and creations we’ve fostered here have become worth a billion dollars is both inspiring and worrisome. But nevertheless, since we hold the value, we hold the power. 
3. Tumblr is being kept as a separate company. This is what Google did with YouTube and significant changes were very slow to come to YouTube (though they eventually came, and are still coming). My guess is there will be no significant changes to Tumblr for at least 12 months.
4. They’re buying it to become more culturally relevant. They know that controlling the platform will reduce or even remove that relevance, so they would be idiots to do it.

WHEN TO ABANDON SHIP

1. If Tumblr requires an account somehow linked to Yahoo.
2. If David Karp steps down, no matter what the reasons are.
3. If you have to pay to reach all of your followers (FACEBOOK!)
4. If Yahoo begins censoring legal images and videos.
5. If your dashboard becomes three columns by default.
6. If more than 10% of the dashboard is taken up by advertising.

ADVICE TO YAHOO! PEOPLE

1. Don’t do any of the above things or we will leave and you will own a billion dollar hole in the internet.
2. Drop the exclamation point for chrissake…it’s gaudy and grammatically confusing.

Yes, I do wish that Tumblr (being a more interesting kind of company) could have found a more interesting kind of exit for its founders and investors than the old standby of selling to a floundering company trying to revitalize itself. But I think Yahoo and Marissa Mayer are intelligent enough to not totally fuck it up. Here’s hoping.

 - Hank

thewonderlessyears:

i’m the friend who can switch from penis jokes to a completely serious topic in 1.34 seconds

(Source: brandfckingnew)