<?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/_steve_43"><title>emo poetry  - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/</link><description>collection of poems for you</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/_steve_43/524218" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521791" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521100" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521098" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/524218"><title>"blues"</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/524218</link><description>Small round blue pill warm silver blade jagged to fill pristine floor only to be found sullied Warm broken glass, stained with blood broken like my heart, tears to flood Small round blue pill only alternitive is this pill to save my wrists</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521791"><title>"drugs suck sometimes"</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521791</link><description>Pills to live, Pills to live, Pills to live! Pills to live you tell me, I need pills to live! Perform your vice on the rabble I say! For I shall not take pills to live... Pills to live, you tell me I need pills to live! Your doth shall not maketh me! By my troth I say I do not need pills to live!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521100"><title>"Sementivae".. poem about  a girl whos name is derived from the word</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521100</link><description>Oh Sementivae, Im so hungry, feed me please... Oh Sementivae, im so alone without you, please come early... Oh Sementivae, im so cold, please give me warmth... Oh Sementivae, Im so numb, please come early... Sementivae, if only you could sow the land that ive shed so many tears upon I promise you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521098"><title>"Rainmaker"</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/_steve_43/521098</link><description>Oh Rainmaker, this winters night so warm Filled with dense and patchy fog, bequeathed Under a timelessly beautiful full moon... Oh Rainmaker, streets and cities ever quiet But your gentle rain and thunderous roar echo Throughout the night like an enchanted sonata By you Rainmaker... Oh Rainmaker,...</description></item></rdf:RDF>