#blinking
why do we blink?
no, no- put the scientific reason aside and think outside of the box.
imagine this.
our top and bottom eyelashes are star crossed lovers.
so close,
yet so far.
unable to touch unless the world goes completely dark
and yet yearning for the soft flutter of the moment you blink.
right?
they defied fate to be together, even if it was just for a split second.
giving us humans the honor to un-cross the stars of these
silly
stupid
lovers.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 10:39 PM UTC
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know Love is thinking, but it’s scared of the glow Submarines where warlords and tech gods go… Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Babies blinking before their whole lives blow…
Elders warning, but no one wants to know
Death is forming a strange prison of gloat…
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Time is ticking, but we’ve put that on hold
Weather’s wilding - some relief from the groans
Photos fading, the ocean bottom’s *****
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Sun is calling but no one wants to hope
Rainbows form differently, still no one takes note…
Sun is calling but no one wants to hope
We’ve bought the idea that humans are a slope…
Somebody finally feels good in the smoke;
Hand turns the dial higher, but dreams they’ll never know…
A whole world that’s sick and tired and inspired -
A picture of sad old pirates shrunk in their attire…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
Blinking is slowly killing me
Every time the world turns off
I feel peace
Blink again and again until I don't remember
That my eyes are even closing
They tell me it's natural
How is natural to feel such peace
Only the moment the sky goes away
Just in the moment the world starts to fade
Why do I love to leave
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
We spend so much time blinking and looking away,
we blink so much that we don’t realize our fuse is alight.
A turn of the dial,
into another scene,
never rooted in the moment,
as transient as everything mortal.
We blink, to erase the unpleasant,
we blink, to jump forward,
coil our bodies around rest,
wrap paychecks inside our hands,
so, we can blink a little more.
We skip and jump out of the day,
when tomorrow is worse than today,
we blink it away,
as if we have unlimited blinks,
and soon enough we’ll hit a wall
and wish we could have kept our eyes open
more frequently.
—e.d. maramat | erwinism
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
****** were my eyes
and all their blinks
for I missed you
in those seconds
my eyelids kept me
away from the sight
of your beauty.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
I hate being alone.
I start to pull my hair out,
I see things,
I go insane.
Little by little.
Cut by cut.
Blink by blink.
Breath by breath.
Being alone, is my worst fear.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
I caught you in the corner of my eye.
If only you could read my mind.
The sweet notations I selfishly hold.
I'd like to think that I've caught you.
Displacing myself in every other word you say.
If you've ever noticed my eyes as close as they are now.
The intimacy of being held close.
Secret longing.
The swift pace that eyes move.
Catching you in the corner of my eye.
On the border of each blink.
Temptation, the watering of eyes.
Terrified to close.
Terrified that when they open you'll be gone.
Having to chase and catch you all over again
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
when another (anointed as lady lucky)
resident renter bequeathed her bed
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse
slept on the floor like dogs dead
tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves,
especially when tummies got well fed
and grudging adjustment lying
supine upon the carpet
did upon arising found aches and pains from head
to toes, yet financial shortcomings disallowed this Jed
eye wannabe to defer attending domestic chores,
cuz ma whole body felt like a Led
Zeppelin, and matter of fact oft times,
thy body electric, though lacked
no evidence of disease NED
for short, I near felt a need to relearn basic motor skills,
gingerly, and eagerly reached for performance
enhancing drug i.e. PED
which coded identification exemplified the a rich color of red
this (and other) prescription medication
(about a half dozen total found me to sleep akin to a Ted
dee bear, many instances of snoring
thine wife claimed emanated –
probably no more than when we wed
if memory serves me correctly
twenty plus years a husband aye attest
and find peace of body, mind and spirit most exuberant and best
cherished, when hen pecking wife (yup, this husband
got pecking, pock, puck size marks to vouchsafe
his sworn statement)
some visible on my slightly flabby and hairless chest
and if traced with a ball point pen, the shape
loosely resembles mount Everest
with evidence of what appears to be erosion,
but actually evidence of wifely cannibalism –
viz zit on par as with an unwanted guest
which at first found this pop (sic) hull averse
to share the same firm mattress lest
she arise like a flesh eating zombie during
wee ***** weber hours of the morning and taking nest
ling to another level, whereby teeth and scratch marks
sure testament asper a pest
stiff ferrous mate, this husband would sooner bid adieu,
letting fate guide terrestrial quest
that might incorporate undergoing the
electric kool aid acid test
perhaps buffeting this corporeal essence north west
or maybe the unforeseen sojourn would spirit thyself
to a distant alien nation
one where each day of soundness of mental, physical
and spiritual growth will be reason enough
to celebrate with élan and zest.
Now tis one upside to this stroke when with restfulness
awake after nocturnally conjuring sheep and lil bo beep
yet, no ambition exists to get down and out
from this posh plush place to sleep
even wild horses cant drag me away, lest hie weep.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
Slips through fingers
Like moon-silk threads
Waiting to be drawn out
Into something beautiful
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
The right eye I avoid blinkin',
There is a new irritant therein,
But harmless compared to the killer,
The killer roamin' here an' there,
Thousands of faces she always had,
And she dons one or the other,
Kills by the name of the lover.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Trying to understand it all.
Always looking for answers.
In your head you keep thinking.
Staring without blinking.
Making choices.
Hear good and bad voices.
Finding peace in your heart.
Let your soul unwind.
Only the hardest prison
to escape is in your mind.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC