<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:50:28.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of A Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-2683328239286374876</id><published>2011-02-17T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:35:56.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only If</title><content type='html'>If I could &lt;br /&gt;Only if I could&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you to no ends&lt;br /&gt;I'd never leave your side&lt;br /&gt;I'd protect you from all pain&lt;br /&gt;You and Me...we'd be&lt;br /&gt;We would I would&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;Cause you aint...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-2683328239286374876?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2683328239286374876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/2683328239286374876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/2683328239286374876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-if.html' title='Only If'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-123291416421020757</id><published>2011-02-04T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T03:19:24.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME MYSELF &amp; I</title><content type='html'>ALONE....ALL ALONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST ME MYSELF AND I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MYSELF &amp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSTLY FOR I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-123291416421020757?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/123291416421020757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-myself-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/123291416421020757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/123291416421020757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-myself-i.html' title='ME MYSELF &amp; I'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-8216091708250287511</id><published>2010-02-15T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:25:21.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MILLION DOLLAR GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/S3nXaBaEdHI/AAAAAAAAABU/qfDE_NfJUvY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/S3nXaBaEdHI/AAAAAAAAABU/qfDE_NfJUvY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438614867080934514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you all know I....yes I....was the winner of the Million Dollar Girl contest on twitter...when I first found out that I won I admit I was super nervous and super excited cause nothing like this EVER happens to me...Im just a normal 24 year old...college degree, no kids, in grad school, and working full-time. I have been a huge huge huge fan of Trina since....FOREVER!!!!! First off, I was super pissed because my flight got delayed...but hell what could I do about the weather??? All I knew was I was ready to see Da Baddest herself...Ms Trina....I get to Dallas finally and Alex...Trina's executive assistant, comes to get me from the airport...she is gorgeous and sooooooooooo nice....she asked me like 100 times was I nervous and all I could do was say YEAH...VERY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD-----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting in the hotel lobby...texting on my phone as usual...and I look up and TRINA is walking up to me...I wanted to scream....no words would come out of my mouth...I was literally STAR STRUCK...SHE looked AMAZING...thats an understatement tho...she was everything I imagined she would be and more...bt all I could say was....TRINA...u are TRINA...i love you...lol...I was speechless...we hugged and I cant even begin to explain how wonderful I felt....so we left the hotel and went to the mall....I was walking thru the mall with TRINA....like forreal...we went in GODIVA first and got some chocolate covered strawberries and the whole crew was there whom by the way is some of the most DOWN-TO-EARTH, cool and crazy people you could ever meet in your life....SO I got this cute lil dress and vest courtesy of yours truly MS TRINA...btw I cant wait to wear it....Later that night Trina performed at Club Flow...and she shut that B!tch DOWN...im standing on stage behind her in awe like....DAMN!!!!! SHE IS TRULY DA BADDEST!!!!!!! And of course im tuning all the extra shit out...all i hear is TRINA!!!!! After Club Flow we hit up another club...I sat next to Trina at that club and I talked to her....she is like the most calm, cool, and collective person Ive ever met...This experience has been the best in my life...It gave me a new outlook on life...seeing Trina and meeting her and the MGC family...and I say FAMILY because thats how it feels when you are with them...like you are part of the family...has been one of the greatest experiences of my life and I will NEVER forget it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-8216091708250287511?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8216091708250287511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/million-dollar-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/8216091708250287511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/8216091708250287511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/million-dollar-girl.html' title='MILLION DOLLAR GIRL'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/S3nXaBaEdHI/AAAAAAAAABU/qfDE_NfJUvY/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-7608939813839545825</id><published>2009-11-03T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:30:45.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE-ING!</title><content type='html'>Its been a minute since Ive visited you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Some say I came to often and that u couldnt get any rest.&lt;br /&gt;So I practiced unselfishness and let you ease your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You have done enough worrying about me...&lt;br /&gt;I cant let u go forever cuz that strips me of my mortality&lt;br /&gt;But I will give you time just as time has given me&lt;br /&gt;To allow the strength of our Father to be made manifest in us!&lt;br /&gt;We accept thy will!&lt;br /&gt;But do know f*a*t*h*e*r &lt;br /&gt;that you are and always will...BE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-7608939813839545825?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7608939813839545825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/7608939813839545825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/7608939813839545825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-ing.html' title='BE-ING!'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-8817915122133478455</id><published>2009-08-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:12:29.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Cont...</title><content type='html'>Just like the tv shows....this story is to be continued at another time on another day....I wanna tell her story and I know it hurts...who more? Me or her???  TO BE CONTINUED.......................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-8817915122133478455?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8817915122133478455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/8817915122133478455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/8817915122133478455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-cont.html' title='To Be Cont...'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-4726283490661335545</id><published>2009-08-24T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:59:07.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>Im under the influence.....ENOUGH SAID......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-4726283490661335545?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-3900102271482950895</id><published>2009-08-19T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:08:44.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth in Words...</title><content type='html'>"DEATH LEAVES A HEARTACHE THAT NO ONE CAN HEAL BUT LOVES LEAVES A MEMORY THAT NO ONE CAN STEAL...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-3900102271482950895?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3900102271482950895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-in-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/3900102271482950895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/3900102271482950895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-in-words.html' title='Truth in Words...'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-6662636946461909163</id><published>2009-08-19T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:06:03.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!Men!</title><content type='html'>I was on youtube the other day and I ran across a spoken word contest and the guy giving his poem was great....he mentioned that he was dreaming and he was at the spelling bee and he was given the word "father" and he spelled it...M O T H E R....and it got me to thinking...yeah my Mother has always been there for me but im so thankful that I had a Dad that was too...It doesn't take a man to make a baby..but it does take one to step up to the plate and take care of his responsibilities...and thats what makes a MAN...no half-stepping...so I say this to say THANK YOU!!! To all the men who step up and do what they have to do for their children....I was blessed to have a Daddy that took care of me and also a step-dad who took care of me...so to the world...there are good MEN out there...they just go unappreciated....I thank God for the good MEN in my life....I want my husband to be like my Daddy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-6662636946461909163?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6662636946461909163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/6662636946461909163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/6662636946461909163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/men.html' title='!Men!'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-3203192930614828115</id><published>2009-08-17T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:44:49.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture This...A Tangeled Web</title><content type='html'>Picture This!&lt;br /&gt;A Woman&lt;br /&gt;tangeled in her own web&lt;br /&gt;intoxicated by the way each strand makes her feel while she puffs on her weed that she rarely smokes and she drinks from the half empty half full bottle of vodka as she..&lt;br /&gt;Picture This!&lt;br /&gt;Of these strands that have all at some point felt the same to her she notices three that give her the pain and pleasure she needs....&lt;br /&gt;In these three are very different characteristics that entice her....&lt;br /&gt;She must choose...&lt;br /&gt;Picture This!&lt;br /&gt;The first being known to many by his longetivity in the tangle &lt;br /&gt;a lot of pain, a lot of tears but no matter what there is no time lost between us as we converse on our own level...love remains and the heart of the queen lies in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Picture This!&lt;br /&gt;The second having to prove that being stuck in the tangle is not by mere chance...that being here is a privlege granted too he...Love not complete but exists between us two...stimulating the organ that reproduces to life...&lt;br /&gt;Picture This!&lt;br /&gt;The third...1st inning head over heels...before hills became the source of pain to remove what blocked happiness...A return to love being made as love making becomes the highlighting factor to change...to change my way of looking at what once was and only see what is...&lt;br /&gt;Picture This!&lt;br /&gt;A choice has to be made....because no one created this web but she...and she cant figure out how to untangle the web...picture this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-3203192930614828115?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3203192930614828115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-thisa-tangeled-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/3203192930614828115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/3203192930614828115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-thisa-tangeled-web.html' title='Picture This...A Tangeled Web'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-7592433688772665446</id><published>2009-08-17T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:22:03.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings....True?</title><content type='html'>I've come to terms with the fact that everything is not going to be as I wish them or as I would like them to be at all times. Sometimes I feel like Im stuck in between a rock and a hard place...like my back is against the wall in every situation. I sometimes feel like I'm fighting a battle that I will never win...I sometimes feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders...If I move too fast everything will fall apart but if I move too slow everything will fall apart. I question my decisions and choices everyday...how can I get past that...to the point where I'm not living for the next person but only for myself...Like this race is mine and mine alone and the only person that can cross the finish line first is me. How do I become selfish without becoming selfish??? Wish I could roll all my worries and fears and concerns up and put them in a coke bottle...throw it into the ocean and watch them slowly fade away...Then joy will be forever instead of temporary...and as the waves of the ocean takes the bottle of my insecurities farther and farther away...my tears would cease to exist...and I would be fully content....or would I???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-7592433688772665446?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7592433688772665446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-come-to-terms-with-fact-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I believe Sade said it best....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep on loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you how I feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep bringing out the best in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me the sweetest taboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quiet storm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it never felt like this before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quiet storm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a quiet storm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it never felt this hot before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving me something that's taboo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I LIVE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-1508683022540125118?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-7721171205584998209</id><published>2009-07-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:31:20.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had a Jason...</title><content type='html'>...So I could be his Lyric...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-7721171205584998209?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7721171205584998209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-had-jason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Lilies symbolize that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/Sl5GlqNZnwI/AAAAAAAAABA/zi9ZklyRIis/s1600-h/lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358798219417067266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/Sl5GlqNZnwI/AAAAAAAAABA/zi9ZklyRIis/s320/lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing him more and more each day...I don't look at him as being gone...I think he's just Missing In Action!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-1597550611388047126?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/Sl5GlqNZnwI/AAAAAAAAABA/zi9ZklyRIis/s72-c/lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-1930375920761948050</id><published>2009-07-12T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:57:32.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlqGVjawofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kDTB_HiB7AM/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357742411553481202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlqGVjawofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kDTB_HiB7AM/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger I used to love to play in the rain. The sound of the water hitting the pavement as I rain unable to see the path clearly...smile plastered to my face. I had no worries as I ran back and forth...in and out of the rain. No worries about what tomorrow will bring...how i will handle this or handle that...the joy of being a child...Now, I find the rain to be my time travel...I use it to go back to those days when I was just a girl who would walk to the store just for a pickle...I use the rain to remember the days Mama and Daddy took us to the park and I would throw up on the merry-go-round and chase my brothers to the swing sets. I use the rain to drown out my fears and to forget my problems...And when it doesn't rain....I sit in a tub of water and turn on the shower...because it doesnt have to rain outside for me to remember whats inside....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-1930375920761948050?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1930375920761948050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/1930375920761948050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/1930375920761948050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>SilentVirtue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115139841771386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlbZqLL8elI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NKGdxrQ5ArE/S220/mmm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMFTJlrcAoo/SlqGVjawofI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kDTB_HiB7AM/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825685558534323432.post-994869606278107515</id><published>2009-07-11T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:00:02.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Step...</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that Ive only shared with one person...I usually keep my poetry to myself but I wanna share!!! Im taking the first step in being more open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a Dream....&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;music as loud as can be&lt;br /&gt;Drowning out my Emotions&lt;br /&gt;Away from the world&lt;br /&gt;In a bubble my bubble&lt;br /&gt;Finding "Piece" of mind&lt;br /&gt;Finding "Peace" for my&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Your mistake our mistake&lt;br /&gt;Where do I point the blame&lt;br /&gt;At you for invading my space or&lt;br /&gt;At myself for allowing you in&lt;br /&gt;My heart...you held on to&lt;br /&gt;Was the grip too tight or did I not want you to let go&lt;br /&gt;Happiness transformed into Hate&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure took the place of Pain&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Confusion Regret Remorse&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like my back is against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I conform to meet your needs&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my own behind unattended to&lt;br /&gt;Unselfish to your selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I will come to my senses eventually but for now&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get lost in this moment&lt;br /&gt;Cause in it I find comfort but with you only emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Lights on&lt;br /&gt;Music off&lt;br /&gt;Reality hits......&lt;br /&gt;HARD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-994869606278107515?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/feeds/994869606278107515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825685558534323432/posts/default/994869606278107515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to introduce yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Im very familiar with you.&lt;br /&gt;I've known you for some time now&lt;br /&gt;Been thru the good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;Happy and the Sad&lt;br /&gt;All with you&lt;br /&gt;All because of you...&lt;br /&gt;You control my desires&lt;br /&gt;Cause me emotional stress&lt;br /&gt;Damage is done to my heart because of you&lt;br /&gt;But who cares...I need you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;You are my breath&lt;br /&gt;My very being is because of you....&lt;br /&gt;No there's no need for Introductions&lt;br /&gt;LOVE...you and I are one&lt;br /&gt;We have so much in common&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the Words Of A Woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3825685558534323432-1260619370565067770?l=silentvirtue-wordsofawoman.blogspot.com' alt='' 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