<?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/angel_of_the_night"><title>Tear me open, rip me apart - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/</link><description>This is my journal. My inner thoughts, my poetry and from time to time some pictures. I have nothing to hide...these writings will be raw to your eyes; sometimes dark, sometimes filled with passion and sunshine..."THE PAST IS JUST THAT, AND WE AREN'T PROMISED A TOMORROW. ALL WE HAVE IS TODAY." 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I lost my wisdom in the ashes that scattered across the barren landscape. I sat beneath the lone tree, cold and bare from winters touch, weeping the dry tears of a forgotten hunger. What passed us by in the years that...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/485368"><title>BUSY LITTLE MISTRESS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/485368</link><description>I would just like to say before I post that I am sorry for not reading you all lately. I just haven't had the time. I have no idea how all you number one bloggers have a life, read the copious amounts of blogs you do and post more than once a day. I simply can't do it. I've been washing solid for...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484930"><title>LATE NIGHT HOURS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484930</link><description>The trigger of the insomnia bound lover. Lying awake like the cold-turkey fingertips of an addict. Sweating in frustration from the passing hours, the wasted thoughts and alcoholic wonderings. The midnight hour interludes, hunger for another to share. And sadly the convulsing breaths of worthless...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484617"><title>ANOTHER DAY </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484617</link><description>Okay, so I'm cheating now. I always write my journal entries in a sort of poetical prose. It comes naturally, so I despise having to leave "mundane" entries. I'm going to cheat today and leave an old entry for you guys to read. It was written pretty soon after I finally split with Amber's Dad....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484435"><title>WHAT CAN I SAY?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484435</link><description>I have limited words tonight and all are positive to a tee. My head is encased in a beautiful sensuous summer dream; saturated with love. My daughter is a shining light, growing ever more beautiful and intelligent with each passing day. And finally, after years of rotten deliberation I've finally...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484241"><title>TONIGHT</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484241</link><description>One second could turn into a million life-times if you breathe and inhale the lingering musk. I ate the stars like chocolate, devoured and savoured the light that begged to be freed therein. I sat tonight in front of weeping skies, witnessed the moon shining in puddles and upon the droplets of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484003"><title>PLEASE TEAR TODAY FROM MY VEINS</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/484003</link><description>It’s too much to look and find relief. I woke today with the sorrow in my eyes, the droplets of tears threatening to fall and drown my light. I want to cut loose these chains, flee the silent night. I want to smell the city fever, leave behind the small town memories. It hurts today. Rips a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/483765"><title>TRYING</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/483765</link><description>I'm trying, but the older I become the more I realise that it wasn't fair. It doesn't take away the guilt though, having people on my side. You still brought me into this life; some days I'm grateful for that, others I want to rip to shreds the corroded fabric of these years. Yet I'm here, alive...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/483581"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/483581</link><description>All I need at the moment is the touch of love. To feel a sweet caress and breath of uttered kisses blown across my mind. A whisper of roses and scented afterthoughts of passion. A blood red fusion of heat and fiery intermissions. Pounding music drumming through my veins, causing my breath to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/483373"><title>HONESTLY?...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/angel_of_the_night/483373</link><description>Honestly? Honestly I'm angry. I'm not going to play games with any fool, no matter how much I might want what is in sight. I'm angry at myself for believing. I'm angry at myself for being, for wanting...for opening. That there. The friggin' opening up. And for what? Come on, for what? My hands...</description></item></rdf:RDF>