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#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.
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 10:39 PM UTC
the eyelash theory
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…
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
Ship is sinking
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
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Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
My eyes hurt
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
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Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
Blink
****** 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.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Wink
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.
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
fear
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
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Caught You
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.
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Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
The Magic Bed
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.
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Slips through fingers Like moon-silk threads Waiting to be drawn out Into something beautiful
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
Blinking
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.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Irritant
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.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
Mindset