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pigeon’s cooing at my window...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/523318"><title>The passing of a TV Star</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/523318</link><description>I still see your face amazingly enough Though your life came to a screeching halt I pain as though you were my kin It feels as though I have lost a sister Your character was nothing else but that Just another character on my silver screen Surely you had a personality beyond that Because the space...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522629"><title>Names on stone tablets</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522629</link><description>Rows and rows of faces unknown Neighboured together in their after life Acquainted together in a silent town No need for potato salad Where they are it is found in abundance Their six feet deep beds hold them forever Pity tears are shed for them after all this years Obituaries are their only...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522620"><title>Studying for Management test…</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522620</link><description>Private thoughts, Seeping out into the public. Shameful wishes, Creeping out for all to see. That’s how it felt, The moment I realised I was caught. Stickier than a spider’s web. More deep than a sink hole, That’s how I fell. Places I thought I’d never visit, Taken over by one swift flight....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522409"><title>Though time will tell</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522409</link><description>Nice as thought life may seem, The walks of it are filled with terror. The raging thunders, Sending fear into our hearts. Dark and dangerously Thunderstorms brew. Soulless and insignificant, It is how some people are. Jolly and understandable, It’s how we’re supposed to be. Birds seize to fly, As...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522397"><title>The Plot Thickens</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522397</link><description>Hmmm...this has rather become very strange I must say. Remember earlier I told you guys about my mishaps with V Day? Well about an hour after my previous entry, I received a dozen red roses!!!!! This is the first time in my 23 years of life I have ever gotten such. And to say I felt blessed...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522360"><title>Totally off the plot</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522360</link><description>Hmm... Today is one of those days that some of us dread with all their being. As much as I'd like to say I don't care about Valentine's Day and it means nothing to me...surely I can't lie about the fact that it always reminds that it's yet another year in my life where I am alone and I don't get...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522342"><title>Rebroadcasting estrangement</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522342</link><description>You gave an appraising smile A certificate of acceptance to what you saw Naivety of youth building boundaries Conveying messages of walls built high Your smile yet never seized The sparkle in your eyes said you appreciated Hence the reason you took my hand And led me to run away with you and fade...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522154"><title>The stuff that comes out when you are guilt ridden</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522154</link><description>Quiet rooms of despair Leading to desolate moments Where life is seen in brown Crowds looking pale Even though the sun is blazing upon them No need for cover For the skin is already dead No damage can be caused any more It’s not necessary to cry We buried it a decade ago Let it all go Move on...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522146"><title>During Electrical Machines</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522146</link><description>What lies ahead, Is as obscure as what lay behind. Often wondering about things we ought to know, Only to find out, It is things we already knew. Pain becoming part of one’s being. Just like joy, When it left the body. Tears taking over, Where laughter used to reign. Heartache bringing calmness,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522132"><title>Paranoia</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/522132</link><description>It’s more like the pneumonia of the brain, The tight feeling that you get in your chest, When walls start moving in on you. Lights dimming, Friendly smiles feeling like jeers. Deepest wells, Blackest holes, Just like your empty heart. 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I just couldn’t believe how this guy was. Even now, all of this just seemed puzzling to me. But why? I asked myself, as tears clouded my eyes. I started crying, not knowing exactly the state I was in. “But why me?” I said to the tombstone, in between sobs....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/521883"><title>A beautiful pain (excerpt)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/521883</link><description>I heard a faint knock at the door. I realised what a compromising position I had put myself in. What if somebody were to see me like this? I asked myself. I looked over at my arm, and I saw some bloodstains seeping through the bandage. I made my way to the closet as the knocking kept on. I took...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/521859"><title>Almost Half There (excerpts)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/521859</link><description>My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool. I just couldn’t make sense of what was going on around me, or where I was for that matter. Somebody was running their hand on my head, and I’ve to say, it felt pretty good. I could hear that the person was speaking in a male voice, but I couldn’t...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/521645"><title>Almost Half There</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/521645</link><description>As I was busy dreaming about eating a triple scoop of chocolate mousse ice cream, somebody touched my shoulder – waking me up from my oh-so heavenly dream. “If you don’t mind,” I started, as I turned around to see my would-be nemesis. “Hey girl,” Eric said with his warm smile, but I’ve to say, he...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/520956"><title>Girl in captivity</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ProvokedThoughts/520956</link><description>Choices made Neither good nor bad But consequence surely sour She tastes the bitterness Never disregard that She feels it She knows this is not home See her smile The beauty of her youth Her actions are flawed But even that is relative Theirs is a journey we travelled Filled with whimsical...</description></item></rdf:RDF>