<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 16 May 2026 19:16:34 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@littlesprout/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Suffocating - All Quiet On The Western Front Poetry]]></title><description><![CDATA[Suffocating Inside the gas-mask My head booms and roars-- It is nigh bursting. My lungs are tight, They breathe always The same hot, used-up air, The veins in my temples are swollen. I feel I am Suffocating.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@littlesprout/suffocating-all-quiet-on-the-western-front-poetry</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@littlesprout/suffocating-all-quiet-on-the-western-front-poetry</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[littlesprout]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 15:29:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/x7L2VSNEiyAB5Ux7nxKmLo6yLyEJT6Jt5yhNCUpGMZw6VHa66SEwaxGrNdVPUrCpJKaJ1E71CqXeCVT?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA["Time" - A Concrete Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[The one thing filled with emotion, adventure, success, and growth is TIME: the continuum of experience in which events pass from the future through the present to the past. It’s a gift that keeps on giving]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@littlesprout/time-a-concrete-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@littlesprout/time-a-concrete-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[littlesprout]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2017 22:37:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/DVAkPJXe6RxYjhmfF37Wz3k3LvyUyD5WFGZi448Y84MS7JdJ698PuwRwXzeWh27ESpD71vMp3N8vaH?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Pizza Poetry]]></title><description><![CDATA[A few nights ago On the darkest of nights I was offered some pizza, lo’ To my delight. I reached for it with no regret, The pretty little art. But then Sarah snatched it And crushed my small heart. She]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@littlesprout/a-pizza-poetry</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@littlesprout/a-pizza-poetry</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[littlesprout]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2017 20:53:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2ufhwNgM3qHKGxq8wdcWAiFpcm29FF1vQ7VZHkTuxCUuBQigRAvqhunUTemkS2cCoh2CgUdem?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>