<?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/susielo2k9"><title>Susie's nuggets of wisdom - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/</link><description>my views on how we see the world today </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/susielo2k9/635928" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634586" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634584" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634583" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634582" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634581" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634580" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634579" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634578" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634577" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/635928"><title>Drunken words</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/635928</link><description>Words spoke in the heat of the moment, Can lead to a lifetime of regret. Secrets told which should have stayed hidden, People never forget. A lifetime of wishes, a lifetime of dreams. In one angry sentence ripped apart at the seams. A malice word on someone’s lips, A momentary lapse, a Freudian...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634586"><title>The mask</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634586</link><description>The smile that hides the heartache Of that troubled past. The laughing eyes that hide the tears No-one dares to ask. The bubbly personality That hides my awful reality. To those outside this is how I hide. When I’m on my own, I feel so alone. The years of being a shoulder, Have taken the toll now...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634584"><title>When your shadow talks back</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634584</link><description>You know you’re going crazy, when your shadow answers back. You think someone is behind you maybe waiting to attack. You ask yourself a question which your shadow it replies. Nobody would believe you, Unless they seen it with their own eyes. It’s strangest sensation, One you can’t explain. Yes...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634583"><title>A twisted schoolgirl blog</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634583</link><description>Twisted words, evil actions, Tit-for-tat, school suspensions. Dressed to kill, dressed in style. Make-up makes it all worthwhile. Trains and buses fill your day, Who needs school anyway? Learn what you need on the street, By talking to strangers that you meet. Boring classroom’s, stressed...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634582"><title>A poem for the bullies</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634582</link><description>The hustle and bustle of the day, With everyone going their way. All with their own plans to do, Their lives easier than me or you, It’s the hustle and bustle I can’t stand, Yet my family say ‘I’ll be grand’. ‘No-one will touch you’ I hear the say. As I try to face another day. Then there’s you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634581"><title>Politician versus society</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634581</link><description>Summer sun, girly clothes, Why are the skirts so short? No-body knows. Kids dressed as adults, adults dressed as kids, Guns and knives, drink and drugs Gangs who kill looking really smug Religion fights religion Certainly not God’s intention Education no longer a vocation Too many targets to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634580"><title>The danger of knives</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634580</link><description>A smoke screen off words fill the room, People scared to show their feelings, In case they add to the gloom. Daggered looks, silent gestures Muttered words below their breath Wishing and hoping they would give it a rest. The angry party steps outside Out into the great divide Each have their...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634579"><title>How naive was I?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634579</link><description>How naïve was I, To think things would change? How naïve was I to think that things wouldn’t be the same? My mind was playing a game, Of which I did not know. It wouldn’t let me believe, That his anger would not show. But tonight I saw a different side, And the worst is I have no one to confide....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634578"><title>Flight or fight</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634578</link><description>If I run away and hide, All my fears will follow. So do I just sit here, Sit and wallow? Wallow in my tears, My mis-spent years. For if I run away and hide, Surely someone will find me. I need someone to confide, Someone to help me. So do I just stay, Hope this feeling will go away? Like a dream...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634577"><title>Lifeline</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/susielo2k9/634577</link><description>‘ Lifeline ’ threw me a lifeline of which I didn ’ t know, My hands are slipping, But I don ’ t want to let go. Another way, another try, Now I ’ ve gone and made you cry. You ask your family, You ask your friends. But it ’ s you who needs to make amends. The kids say I ’ m yappy, so at least...</description></item></rdf:RDF>