tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40166653975414605542024-02-02T12:36:43.804-08:00 I AM Poetic Gurl Writer Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080909195627841623noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016665397541460554.post-54847337023055927332016-08-06T09:47:00.000-07:002016-08-06T12:37:53.762-07:00Web Of Lies<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;">I am hurting, and now I can see clearly,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;">What does, she pretends with her lies?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;">The truth, for goodness sake!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Was my little sister <st1:personname w:st="on"><st2:givenname w:st="on">Mary</st2:givenname> <st2:sn w:st="on">L</st2:sn></st1:personname>
taken? She’s been missing for 40 yrs. Taken by her father (<st2:givenname w:st="on">Lloyd</st2:givenname>, <st1:personname w:st="on"><st2:givenname w:st="on">Michael</st2:givenname> <st2:sn w:st="on">Patrick</st2:sn></st1:personname>)?
She was born in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Orlando</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">FL</st1:state></st1:place> probably between (1969 or 1971). </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">accidental death. Afterwards, we were
split up I went to live with my mother’s sister. My mother moved to </span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px; line-height: 24.5333px; text-indent: 0.5in;">My little brother </span><st2:personname style="font-size: 21.3333px; line-height: 24.5333px; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Mareo</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">G.</st1:sn></st2:personname><span style="font-size: 21.3333px; line-height: 24.5333px; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Who was only 4yrs old, died in </span><st2:date day="5" ls="trans" month="8" style="font-size: 21.3333px; line-height: 24.5333px; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on" year="1971">August 5, 1971</st2:date><span style="font-size: 21.3333px; line-height: 24.5333px; text-indent: 0.5in;"> ac</span><st2:state style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on"><st2:place w:st="on">Florida</st2:place></st2:state><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> with her husband
</span><st2:personname style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Lloyd</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">M.</st1:sn></st2:personname><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> and my older brother. Something happened between my mother and her
husband </span><st1:givenname style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on">Lloyd</st1:givenname><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> I know they were
separated at the time. My sister </span><st1:givenname style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on">Mary</st1:givenname><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><st1:middlename style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on">L.</st1:middlename><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><st1:sn style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on">Patrick</st1:sn><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> has been missing either on (1972 or 1973) taken by
her father </span><st2:personname style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;" w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Lloyd</st1:givenname>
<st1:middlename w:st="on">Michael</st1:middlename> <st1:sn w:st="on">Patrick</st1:sn></st2:personname><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;">. </span></div>
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I don’t care if you lied. I am not going
to judge you. I just want to find her. I want to know the truth. We all at some point in our lives do things
that we one day will regret. Then we
have to live with the consequences of those mistakes we make.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Wouldn’t
you want to hug and kiss your daughter?
Know if she is married to a good man.
See if she had any children. Know
what high school, she graduated from.
Did she continue her education and obtain a college degree? Is she’s a housewife or works from home?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> Remember! Mother, sooner or later I will know
what happened, regardless if you tell me or not I will continue my search I
have faith I will find my sister alive or dead.
Nothing in this world can be hidden forever, sooner or later your web of
lies will come to light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080909195627841623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016665397541460554.post-81992835952739031052016-07-31T01:22:00.002-07:002016-07-31T01:29:23.031-07:00pray<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080909195627841623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016665397541460554.post-43187243101265464422016-07-22T08:45:00.001-07:002016-07-22T08:45:24.717-07:00I AM Poetic Gurl Writer : Love And Pain<a href="http://www.poeticgurl.com/2016/07/love-and-pain.html?spref=bl">I AM Poetic Gurl Writer : Love And Pain</a>: Followers I wrote this poem a while ago the title is Love & Pain . The poem refers to some type of Pain . Can someone guess which ty...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080909195627841623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016665397541460554.post-41412461605160737552016-07-22T07:54:00.000-07:002016-07-22T08:40:14.412-07:00Love And Pain<h1 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin: 0.4in 0in 0.2in;">
<span style="background-color: #b45f06; font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt;">Followers
I wrote this poem a while ago the title is <i><u>Love & Pain</u></i>.
The poem refers to some type of <i><u>Pain</u></i>. Can someone
guess which type of <i><u>Pain</u></i>? And <i><u>Love </u></i> what
type motherly or not?</span></h1>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #b45f06; color: white; font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt;">This
feeling and sensation </span><span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #b45f06;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">burning inside of me. Each breath </span><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">I inhale and exhale are like tiny cuts. </span><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">My heart feels the pain. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: white;">Unbearable the sensation I feel. </span></span><span style="color: white;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #b45f06;">has no end... </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #b45f06;">"Amazing the creation" </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #b45f06;">Heart rate rising, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #b45f06;">blood flowing,through each vein </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #b45f06; color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">crystallized drops </span><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">pouring through my eyes </span><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">filled </span><br />
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">with </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d4141;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b45f06;"><span style="background-color: #b45f06; color: white; font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt;">love
and pain</span><span style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #3d4141; font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.poetry.com/poems/427270-Love-And-Pain" style="background-color: #b45f06; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22.8571px;">http://www.poetry.com/poems/427270-Love-And-Pain</a></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;">The second poem is a beautiful poem called <b><i><u>Lost Souls</u></i></b> that I
recorded with my voice for the first time. I was very nervous to do so
since I had my stroke in 2007 I have so difficulty with articulation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;">I thought about writing this poem, but my gut feeling told me it
would sound better if my followers would just listen to it so I overcame my
biggest fear and decided to record for you all;)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://soundcloud.com/janet-montalvo-263006706/lost-souls">https://soundcloud.com/janet-montalvo-263006706/lost-souls</a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080909195627841623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016665397541460554.post-50599658848704970032016-07-20T13:22:00.000-07:002016-07-22T12:20:48.573-07:00I Am Poetic Gurl<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 200%;">Poetic girl is my writer's
name I write because is a stress reliever. I began to write in a journal as a
teenager about 14 years old. For the first time, when I saw a friend from
school get hit by the school bus and died instantly. I couldn't take that image
out of my head for a long time, I was traumatized. At home I did not have anyone to
talk too about it no one cared about me really or at least about my feelings. The
school didn't offer any counselling for the students, like they do here in
the states. All my poetry was about my feelings and others; experiences in
life, love and painful moments I have endured.</span><span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09080909195627841623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016665397541460554.post-76608315024780462652016-07-12T15:48:00.001-07:002016-07-20T14:34:43.319-07:00Lagrimas(Teardrops)<div style="text-align: center;">
Lagrimas
(Teardrops)
Gotas de cristal rosan mi rostro
(Cristal tears cover my face)
Caen poco a poco Sobre mi cello
(They are falling slowly)
Formando un collar de lindo Recuerdos
(Leaving a chain of beautiful memories) </div>
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Cada gota significa lo Que hubo entre Nosotros
(Each teardrop signifies what happened between us)
Solo Tengo Que cerrar mis Ojos y recordar cada Momento
(All I have to do is close my eyes and remember each moment)
Cuando estuvimos juntos
(When we both were together) </div>
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Cada Vez Que Nuestro cuerpos se encontraban
Everytime our bodies are close to each other
El Deseo era más intenso
(The sexual desire was more intense)
Nos olvidábamos del Mundo
(We would forget about the world itself)<br />
Y se detenía el Tiempo
(Time did not matter) </div>
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Solo existían él y yo en ese momento
(Only he and I existed at the moment)
Donde Nuestra Piel y alma se unía come uno solo Cuerpo
(Our bodies begin to make love and the bodies become one) </div>
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Mi cuerpo temblaba Cada Vez Que sus Manos
(Her body had chills every time he caresses her)
Acariciaba mi Piel con sus besos
(He caresses your skin with his kisses) </div>
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Para el Tiempo solo existían dos almas con un Mismo deseo
(For time only existed 2 souls with the same thought)
(Nuestros encuentros amoroso fueron tan bellos)
(Our time together was like a lovely romance)
Hoja en Blanco hoy te confieso
(White pages today I can confess) </div>
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(Mis más grande secretos)
(To you my biggest secrets)
Que Cada día que pasa
(Each day that goes by)
Mi Cuerpo te desea en Silencio
(I crave your body in silence)
Quiero Calmar esta sed que me
(These sexual cravings)
está quemando por dentro
(Burning me inside d)</div>
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Sé Que Estamos Vivien does solo Este Momento
(I know we are only living this moment in time)
Mañana no existe si no el Tiempo
(We do not want to think about tomorrow at this moment)
Tomorrow only exist time
(Tomorrow only exist in time)
Donde ni tú y yo Tenemos Miedo</div>
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(Where only you and I are scared)
De entregarnos completamente sin reservas hasta alcazar el paraíso
Of really being truthfully honest about how we really feel for one another) </div>
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Cada Vez Que haciamos el Amor
(We only make love and never ask questions)
No haciamos preguntas Nuestra miradas, pieles, y cuerpos<br />
(Always doubtful, but blissfully enjoying our nakedness
Calmen sus instintos hasta llegar juntos los dos al punto final
(Slowing down so we can both be sexually satisfied)
Recuerdo Como mi cuerpo se estremecía de placer
(I can remember how my body would tremble of pleasure)
Solo Tengo Que cerrar Mis Ojos para recordar cada huella Que dejaste en mi cuerpo
(All I have to is close my eyes and remember each memory you left behind) </div>
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Tan solo de Pensar en esos mementos crece conmigo ese deseo constante
(Just by thinking about that moment I get aroused and it increases)
Tengo tanto Lindos Recuerdos<br />
Que solo tres fuimos testigos
(I have so many beautiful memories that only three are witness of)
Y Ahora esta Cadena de gotas de Lagrimas
(And now this chain of teardrops)
Junto a mi pecho conservan Nuestra Historia de dos almas y dos pieles y un Mismo deseo…
(Will always carry the history of two souls with the same thought)</div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">My Personality
Traits Game My Personality Traits done with 3 words, our lives go through so
much <b>LOVE & PAIN</b>. Each letter
created a new personality trait. Dare you to try your own! <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">L</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">OYAL <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">O</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">UTSTANDING <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">V</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">ALUABLE<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;"> <b>E</b>XTRAVAGANT<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;"> <b>A</b>DMIRABLE
NICE <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">D</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;">EDICATED<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 200%;"> <b>P</b>ASSIONATE
<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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