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Jayne

About Me

I love to write and act. I love to sing and collect wounded beasties to heal and return to the wild or to a good home. I am an artist, poet, writer, spirit child and one with nature. I am striaght.I also love photography.Myspace Backgrounds
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Your Brain's Pattern
Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.
You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.
You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.
You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white. What Pattern Is Your Brain?
You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer
Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.
And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.
Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...
Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world! What Type of Writer Should You Be?
You Belong in Fall
Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...
You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings
Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you What Season Are You?
You Are Lightning
Beautiful yet dangerous
People will stop and watch you when you appear
Even though you're capable of random violence
You are best known for: your power
Your dominant state: performing What Type of Weather Are You?
Your Personality Is
Idealist (NF)
You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.
You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.
You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.
Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.
You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.
Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.
In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.
At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.
With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.
As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.
On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours. The Three Question Personality Test
You Are a Good Friend Because You're Loyal
You stick with your friends no matter what, even if you feel like they're doing the wrong thing.
You believe in letting people figure out their own path in life. It's not your place to interfere.
And part of your loyalty means that you'll do a lot for your friends. You definitely go the extra mile.
You'll even do great things for friends without them asking. After all, that's what friendship is all about.
You are truly a friend for life. And you have friends you've known since you were a kid.
Your friends can count on you to do a favor, remember a birthday, or just be there to listen.
Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else
You really can't be friends with: Fickle people who change friends quickly
Your friendship quote: "Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows." What Makes You a Good Friend?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who love the earth and it's wild creatures. Poets, writers, thinkers, blue spirits who have no need of drugs to be happy. No need of alcohol to have fun. Anyone who looks out at the closing of the day and sheds one tear for the death of the day and one tear for joy of the life of the new day coming.Anyone from SCOTLAND, IRELAND or AUSTRALIA! A tazmainan devil. I think it's cute. Also, I would like to meet Fantasy writers and Artists.

My Blog

This Time, Part one, written by Jayne at May 25/5.30pm

..> ..> ..> ..>      "He was running. Panicked. He had to get away. He could feel his strength draining from him, mucsles quivering with weariness. He scambled up the...
Posted by on Thu, 24 May 2007 04:37:00 GMT

My Tribute to Steve Irwin. Fairwell Australia's Son

..> ..> ..> ..> ..>..> ..> ..>..> ..> ..>..>..>..> ..> ..> ..>..> ..> Fairwell Australia's Son, You were the gold upon the land. You were the warrior who made the forest stand. Fo...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 03:10:00 GMT

The Second Flower

I held a flower above my head But the wind blew it away. The petals fell as if they were dead Yet I was still okay. I looked upon the flower stem. How naked it did look. Torn asunder it's skirt's hem ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 04:38:00 GMT

This is a test in writing

..> ..> ..> ..> ..>..> ..> ..> ..>      Gaither woke first. Huge splats of rain were begininng to fall, cold and like watery rocks being thrown at him from above. He...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 03:07:00 GMT

Come Be Their Angel

..> ..> Inspired by Sarah Mclachlan's song "Arms of Angels"   For the animals sake, I write this poem.     In the arms of the angels may they find something there. When fear and p...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 04:37:00 GMT

Whisper It to the Wind

Whisper in the wind.   I'd like to say to you that love will never end. Even if you say 'I love you" and whisper it to the wind. Once loved, always loved even when saddness has taken over y...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 05:33:00 GMT

Never Give All the Heart Away

    Never give all the heart away. Keep some small part hidden from the play. Keep it safe within the breast for more are losers to love's contest. If it be deaf or dumb or blind with love, ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 17:15:00 GMT

The Hand that Gave a Smile

    I saw a friend today. He didn't have a smile. Though I didn't know what to say. I sat by him a while. He had no words, I wondered why. It didn't seem to matter, not a talkative guy. But ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 16:55:00 GMT

Poem

Can you hear me? I cry into the rain to wash away my pain. Can you hear me? Can you see me? I know you must have rain and sun. There's sadness and there's  fun. Can you hear me? Will you ans...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 09:25:00 GMT

untitled

Following dreams through the haze, wondering, are they real? It's like noodles that escape the spoon in soup. The ones I try to catch slide down my chin and disappear and I don't know where they go. D...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 09:16:00 GMT