Rayne

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About Me

Writing for me started around 7th grade as a school project. Since then through the years it's been an on and off love affair. Some points in my life, I love my writtings, and others, they are plain horrible.

Pictures the past few years have been my Muse to write. Sometimes colliding with real life situations. I have found that it's been easier for me to write if I'm looking at something for inspiration rather then stairing into space :)

So relax and enjoy!


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Posted 13 Years Ago


hey!! it was an experimental sonnet so has to stick to the 14 lines structure, though I'd liked to have gone on a bit ha!!

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Posted 15 Years Ago


Yes Vee is on multiply... hasn't been writing as much...I think health and family issues are keeping her busy...am sure she would enjoy hearing from you

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Posted 15 Years Ago


Doing mostly okay...was forced to slow down...got run down...left my drudge of a job, and decided to take on yoga school and my art fulltime...its still a work in progress...I am enjoying the journey and trying not to worry about this seeming jump off the cliff, but as my friends have said, if not now, then when...life always manages to come up with excuses for not following what you truly feel passion for...yes, three kids would keep you hopping especially as the holidays approach...I miss being a Mom sometimes...aren't you on multiply as well?

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Posted 15 Years Ago


hey there....been some time since I could get on site again...just too busy to post on multipy and here but will try to do better...how are you??

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Posted 15 Years Ago


There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white.

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

~Sara Teasdale