<?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/serenityjs"><title>Serenity is sanity! - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/</link><description>Life...and all the shit that comes with it.</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/serenityjs/524268" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/523541" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/522343" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/521756" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520977" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520886" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520885" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520884" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520883" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520881" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/524268"><title>Time</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/524268</link><description>Measure A canvass torn, the blue that ran away A tattered glass, ashore, a rainy day Often tangled in what one must say Prayer not pride must show one the way Stifled not a sound, a voice unseen Shifted moment in a silent dream Upon my heart the rest of you must lean Until the quiet captures the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/523541"><title>Panic Attack</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/523541</link><description>Panic Attack This is you as seen by them, Undone, forsaken, broken, in tiny pieces scattered amidst the graves of insanity. Time, god's own nakedness, has revealed the truth. There is a quiet noise that screams inside my head,but I am asleep. Comatose, Catatonic, confused I wonder about the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/522343"><title>Insane Ravings From A Lunatic</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/522343</link><description>A Craven Enraged, Engaged, Mad! I have the burning inclination to threw myself into the cashier at Wal-Mart and count my own money, change You see, I am tired of lines that back out the ass of isles, the funk of 15 different perfumes putting their slimy hands up my nose just to get to the front...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/521756"><title>Pay Me First( explicit) (foul language)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/521756</link><description>You think me a slave in my cheap stockings? Linger in my red lights, grip your filth, and eye my bare legs, spread them pay first! I am your daughter, once beautiful. I, now adorn myself with broken bruises and pin cushion arms. You, kerb crawlers in your Cadillac’s and SUVs’ fuck me, use me,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520977"><title>A Dream Away from a New Life</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520977</link><description>A Dream Away from New Life I felt it rain in a slippery sun, cloud juice some may say. I heard the wind, calm, warm whispers, as if to merely imitate Make believe snow caps inside my sea, suffice, as if to hydrate Earthy weeds inside my soul, as doubt it would create inside my dream. I felt the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520886"><title>Schitzophrenic Supernova</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520886</link><description>Schizophrenic Supernova shingled, speckled, spotted, glass bottles hanging in a windless breeze. my closet of secrets hung, possessed, reflections jump in cadence, above an ocean floor. cracks, exposed confessions, failed contraception; poisoned truth, stained, stale madness, silenced a single...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520885"><title>A Dollars Political Two Sense</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520885</link><description>A DOLLARS POLITICAL TWO SENSE in my shower I write poetry ten handed poetry two fingered poetry poetry with dirty feet and no where to go there are dollar signs tattooed on my forehead and I have a headache I have a LARGE head BAAALLLLDDD HEAD i smoke with nicotine patches not addicted i am...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520884"><title>The Atlantic Night</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520884</link><description>The Atlantic Night She stares at me with her words that curve the tip of her tongue and slide down her body, shaped like a peach, she shines inside her dress and I am blinded as the top button of her blouse pops, seducing even the most noble of gents, leaving dry mouths thirsting for a taste of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520883"><title>A poem</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520883</link><description>Life After Suicide Taken by surprise you emptied me as my delicate water fingers danced and weaved through lazy orchards and open October fields. Hopeful, I waited for new words to grow as your hair held back tainted rain and frigid snow over an astral plain and earthly kinetic shield Your songs,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520881"><title>Laura's Struggle...I appologize in advance for any typos</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/serenityjs/520881</link><description>Laura’s Struggle Her open hand lay lifelessly across crimson bed linen. The time of day was indicative to the mood as the sky’s fire slowly burned out. The attire she had chosen for this, her day of death was a simple black blouse, and a pair of black underwear. The clock on the wall ticked its...</description></item></rdf:RDF>