<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Schatz"><title>It's my own, but it's for you. - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/</link><description>All poetry, mostly my own original works.  Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/417752" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/415872" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/415737" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/409212" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/408371" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/404488" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/393749" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/390164" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/390023" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/388762" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/417752"><title>I don't fit in</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/417752</link><description>Most places I go I don't fit in. I don't feel bad just different. I don't gay bash. I don't watch 'COPS'. I don't talk ghetto or complain very much. I don't wear prada or drink a latte. I don't drink to get drunk or smoke to get high. I don't stay out all night chase anyone's tail I love my family...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/415872"><title>cyclical</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/415872</link><description>the dictionary says recurring, moving in cycles the whole world whorls cyclical how can we be ready to move on when we move in circles? we move constantly and right down to our molecules we are motion but it's automatic the cyclical movement isn't purposeful it's wearing a groove great, if you're...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/415737"><title>hey, tonight</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/415737</link><description>tonight the leaves fall whisper soft to the cold ground and snow threatens. tonight I choose to surround myself with friends, to chat happily, to pet my favorite dog. tonight I want a hot bath and you, warming up the bed when I get in it. tonight I want to forget the day I've had, to just lie...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/409212"><title>Pandora's Heart Shaped Box</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/409212</link><description>What is it about me that makes some people want to tell me everything? What is it that makes them think I'd make a good doormat? Why is it that being nice and being willing to be taken advantage of are synonymous? Why is it that I'm everyone's best friend regardless of how I feel about them? Why...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/408371"><title>Spirituality</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/408371</link><description>If my spirituality were a garment I could wear it would be a white cotton sweater; heavy, reassuring and soft without blemish. If my spirituality were a place it would be Elora Gorge; deep, mysterious and wild with beauty. If my spirituality were an element it would be Earth, fecund and powerful;...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/404488"><title>Another someone else </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/404488</link><description>The urge to burn my old poetry is strong. As if by engulfing the paper in flames I'd erase the pain and the need, the negativity that was the way I saw the world then. Misery went hand in hand with love and I, a bizarre love triangle. If I didn't still have that writing I may have forgotten...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/393749"><title>Everyone needs more passion in their lives...No pun intended, Passion....</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/393749</link><description>I just started to post in my sex blog again...if you're interested. LOL</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/390164"><title>This is a poem I wrote about my relationship with my oldest child. She's 7.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/390164</link><description>My Love (Mia) Looking at you I feel a wave of fear, inadequacy, an incompetence that terrifies me. Behind this wall of seething emotion I know there is love. Hidden from me by my own doubts, it still exists. So in the dark tonight, I pray that you feel it. I'm desperate to know you aren't...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/390023"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/390023</link><description>She was just a baby here.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/388762"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Schatz/388762</link><description>As I lie here beside you in the dark, Words swirl inside me like embers released from a roaring fire. I feel like my bones were never there and a bowl of warm honey balances where my stomach used to be. I want to tell you how you touch me and how much of me you've found that no one has ever had...</description></item></rdf:RDF>