My names Janiece and I am 20.I am a fantasy fiction, sci-fi, and poetry writer. My goal is to be a music producer, be a fantasy fiction writer, and a greaatt person, so thats my dream. My stage name is JMACK ON DECK. I own Royal XL ENT and Graphics XL Media Group. I design web page on www.bebo.com. I am quiet at first, but I am fun to be around. I love playing chess and scrabble, and I am one of those GT (Gifted and Talented) kids. I am sorta a piano genius. MY favorite RPG game is Fate and I love Dragon Ball Z also. I ALSO LOVE DIABLO 2 DEATH!!! I am a senior in college, and my major is creative writing..

I want to be a rapper

About to be in thr Army. E-3

I am now a successful music producer and will hopefully be a major producer soon.

Right now I am a nanny and Will be going to Spain for 3 years in Oct.

I am also A skateboarder. I have a Friday th 13th Jason Skateboard. Thats the only sport I like to do

I will date and marry any guy of any race, as long as he is cute lol. Remember not race, but conent of character is important.

WARNING HATERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DON'T COME ON MY PAGE TALKING crap.. I WILL IMMEDIATELY BLOCK YOU..... DON'T BE TRYING TO GO WITH ME EITHER, IM ALREADY INVOLVED...AND HATERS, WIPE ME DOWN!!

I have a son named Gabriel


      I ALSO WRITE POETRY, AND HERE IS
      MY LATEST ONE!!!!!

         

The Mourning Picture :


We carried the porch chairs and the rockers,
out to the great oak tree.
My wife and I sit here almost austerely,
in black, plain Puritan like garbs,
and in pompous, stiff hats.

Our house is now a faded green,
and stands strongly on its vast hill.
We stare at our daughters doll,
which lies peacefully in its pinkish pram,
gazing at east New Jersey.

I remember Effie’s pin-stripe dress,
and the way her auburn ponytails would sway,
As she would play with Mr. Goshen’s lamb,
With her solemn, pale face,
and her bright green, deep set eyes.

I stare, still hoping to see her stare back
and frolicking under the summer clouds.
Her wide straw hat still lies peacefully,
on the grass in the front yard.
I am Edwin, strong and weak,
still waiting for Effie to love me again.

We will move from the house in January,
because the dead silence is unbearable,
and I still can’t bring myself,
To move the wide straw hat:
Because doing so, will be too much of a reality for me.
Especially knowing that Effie will no longer be flesh,
but just a spirit in my dreams.









just me