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        <description><![CDATA[Just poems really, on a random selection of things ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Aphrodite]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2013 22:12:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I'm doing my coursework final piece in A2 art at the moment, and i've studied Cy Twombly to get to this point, his pieces include a certain amount of classical referencing, like the metaphysical poets and loads of other poets, writers and artists throughout... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['The Meteor']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2013 20:04:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Missed a meteor at 5am this morning ! Wish i could've seen it, but heres a link for a little video of it anyway.. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/space/9559670/Spectacular-meteor-shower-over-Britain.html The Meteor Fire ate the darkness spewing up... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['The Philosopher']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2013 19:51:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The Philosopher Scientists appreciate science, study 'facts' and -ologies, and explore based on what, they understand. Using understanding to develop technology, an easier way of living. Mathemticians create theories that can last over time, numeracy,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['A train journey']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-a-train-journey-113400585.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2012 21:49:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[A train journey There are people who prefer music to the broken fleeting conversations of others, or the hum of the train. Some sit, read, or sleep. Sometimes people are fond of eating, or a drink. As i sit and contemplate bordeum from the basis of being... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Behind your eyes' 'Whispers of whisperings']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2012 21:42:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Just in between lectures on a london trip with school, casually writing poems about the people i saw. Behind your eyes What do you see, mon ami? From misted, glistening eyes, as you sit and contemplate the skies? I will never know as you know or knew.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Paradise']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2012 00:19:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Paradise. I want you to take me away from this place somewhere where theres not so much a pace to keep up with to contend with to compete with. To be slain by. I want to be away from this war cry to not have to try to strive. I want to be more alive.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Naievety' 'Numb' 'Home']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-naievety-numb-home-112527422.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2012 00:09:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[All from the 21st of October The worst word in the english language, and the worst insult ever : Naievety I know i must live longer, kick back more years to gain your respect, but though my years are nothing, compared to yours, at least acknowledge that... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Berwick Poems- 'Lowry's Lions' 'Berwicks Ramparts' 'The house of the blue gables' 'The contented sole' 'The journey']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 20:23:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[9th of October - All of these poems were written on my trip to St Andrews Open day on wednesday, we stopped in Berwick upon Tweed, a place where the artist Lowry (whom worked majorly in charcoal) worked and lived. We walked the walls and i jotted down... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Clock' 'Weaving' 'Baking']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-clock-weaving-baking-110979331.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2012 18:34:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Clock The watched clock never changes. If only that was true. Time would be mine. Instead I sit as greedy fingers drag away my precious minutes. A slave to the unperturbed face. Continuously moving onwards constantly tracing a circle, the arms are dizzying... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Fallen' 'Rebecca']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-fallen-rebecca-110809204.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 23:03:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Fallen Freedom. Will not you bring solace? To a heart, yet unwarmed, cold as ice. Or bring quality to loneliness? If never felt, never touched upon what could be.. What dreams, can be.. Then there is quality in loneliness, solace in freedom. However,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Tenacious' 'Not what it was' and 'The Friend']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 20:17:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Tenacious - asked a friend for a word - voila Bond, a glue, an adhesive, binding glue, Joins you and I, Me and you, Together something there, Which coincides with air, Forces us together, Tenacious, firm a hold Forever living, forever told. Ex 13/9 Though... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['The Folley']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2012 21:26:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Standing, desolate the building lies, sleeping, undisturbed under the everchanging skies. The people who have been past, their life, their being dies, but the chapel, remembers them, quiet, listening, still it stands. Visitors gaze, question it's existance... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['The ness by canoe']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2012 22:25:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Just finished my gold DofE, canoed the Caledonian canal. It was alot of fun ! In case you don't know where it is, it joins the east and west coasts of Scotland, from Fort William to Inverness, it includes loch Ness anyhow, so ta daa The ness by canoe... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['The Miles' 'One of those days']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-the-miles-one-of-those-days-109440823.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2012 17:56:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Made a friend at Whitby folk week last week, he's called Niles, this one is for him. The Miles I appreciate you, I applaud you. Who followed your heart, crossed the seas, passed the 2,500 miles for your love, the melody that made the song of your life... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['The Predator']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 19:21:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The Predator We have no predators as humans, we are seen as the monarchs of animals, as the top of the hierarchy. But time will pass unstoppable as it is, unregulated as it is, undetermined, not understood, all of us are conquered, each one of us fall... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['To Charlotte']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-to-charlotte-108872824.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 20:58:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[My cousin passed away this morning, this is a poem i wrote about her. R.I.P Charlotte <3 love you. To Charlotte When i close my eyes to imagine you, I see you with your smile, your signature 'stern look' your face an open book. I see you in your favourite... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Thunder']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 20:55:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Thunder The window is open, it catches the speeding raindrops, the click against the glass make rivelts and pass the green trees into the trunks, into the greys in the sky and the browns of the earth. The dim sky grumbles, moans and cries, flashing bright... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Glass on Aluminium']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-glass-on-aluminium-108665158.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 23:20:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Glass on Aluminium I approach you, or is it you who approach me? Raise my hand, feel the cool hard, smooth, undisturbed surface of your skin. I don’t wear any expression, but you seem to sense my need for reassurance, As your hand raises with mine, steadily,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Action']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-action-108630181.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:26:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Action Lights, camera, action run the movie, the play, the actors, a story, a plot, fiction, or not. Spring up the faces, the tears, the warnings, the morals, actions to stop, to control, the fears, to show the wonderings, knowledge, of many years. In... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Ode to the alcohol' 'The other side of the same coin']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-ode-to-the-alcohol-108601168.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2012 21:11:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Of course, I don't know what its like to be drunk.. Ode to alcohol Oh for the pleasentries, the haziness the indignitries. Oh for the blindness, the ongoing bright happiness. and to the integrity, the honesty the truth in the bottle, whom ends the night... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['You are not your mind alone']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-you-are-not-your-mind-alone-108388076.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2012 23:10:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I've been reading too many old poems i think. The old values and ways of speaking are rubbing off on me i think.. and that saying i just have an obsession with 'Freedom through Imagination' You are not your mind alone Love is made from physicalities and... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Random diary quote and 'We share the stars']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-random-diary-quote-and-we-share-the-stars-108360154.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2012 23:23:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[' I loathe the creation of past, I despise time. But I enjoy maturity, gaining knowledge and the formation of stories. ' - 9th June 12 If you know me, please please please don't read this poem ?! its way too soppy and embarassing for you to handle ! !... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Love grows']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-love-grows-108187105.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2012 00:08:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Big sop warning for this one, but i think you can deal with it. imagine you arent reading it! Freedom thorough Imagination and all that. Love Grows Day by day hour by hour, grows the pink flower. Time passes and the love grows, overcoming all things sour,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['Secrets' 'Fear']]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://thinreality.over-blog.com/article-secrets-107967927.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2012 19:31:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Written for my friend NOT about me. Secrets They've rested now. They lie alone, in the corner of your mind, There thrown. When you rise them, wake them, Know who you are telling, This is an opportunity, don't throw it away. You will choose wisely, and... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA['The burden of imagination']]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2012 18:14:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Bit of a jolly one to accompany the day before my birthday ! Actually quite like this one.. Its half because of me being so tired today i think ! :') The burden of imagination. Theres a quiet soft, clicking, the grasshoppers are chattering, but sinisterly,... ]]></description>
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