Artist and Writer

Get to know Janeal through her paintings and writings. Mother of three plus two special children that never gave her labor pains. Grandmother of four beautiful grandchildren who are her pride and joy. She learned how to Love, fight, and enjoy life through her parents. Seeing the world through her eyes is sometimes twisted, other times neon, but always intertaining.

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Without You

The night is long without you

The day is an endless mass of tears

I can’t believe you are no more

Or I have to live the rest of my life alone



People say I’ll find someone new

Time will heal all the pain I’m going thorough

How I wish I could believe what they say

Maybe I would if I could get over you someday



To me right now I can’t see the end

Of this horrible hurt that tears at my heart

Of a loved one gone to quickly in life

How can I go on when my heart is now only part?

Love Is

Love is caring enough for another person to let them make their own mistakes and fix them after it has been made.
Love is butting out even when you feel you should handle the problem
Love is shutting up even though you feel you should be speaking up
Love is letting go, but staying close enough for them to use you as their sounding board.
Love is letting them cry on your shoulder whenever they need a shoulder
Love is saying your sorry even when you are not wrong

Don't I know you

As I looked in the mirror one morning I saw this woman staring back me


She reminded me of someone, someone I should know, but something was off

There were wrinkles where none use to be, the light in her eyes wasn’t as bright

Still there was something so familiar about the woman who use to be a girl

Now I'm reminded of my own parents, with bits and pieces of me left over

Don’t I know you? The girl you use to be, sometimes wild, and sometimes free

With a sparkle in your eyes of the laughter, and high of all life had to promise

A smile that use to out shine the sun, in wrinkle free skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom

I remember you, before marriage, and motherhood tamed your wild spirit

I remember you, the woman you became, now not so wild and free, but in it's place is majority

Don’t I know you? Some dreams have come true, while others have gone flat as a tire

But through all those years and the wrinkles that have set in, I still see the girl I use to be

In the wonderful woman who has had her ups and downs, there is still the girl who laughs and is wild

With a spirit that soars through the night wishing upon a star to be free

Yes I know you, the girl I use to be, as well as the wonderful woman I have become

I know me

In the Rain

Picture taken by Amy Mulany my daughter 

I love to take a walk through the rain

The fresh air, the gentle drips that splash in puddles at my feet

The gray clouds with an electric currant running through them opening for more to fall

The sound of rolling thunder, as though God is speaking to those who want hear

As I wander in the rain

Just a tad of suspense and fear of the unknown

Icy fingers reaching out to lick my skin through the clothing I wear

Flashing light beyond the trees, as I count until the crack of thunder comes

The energy I absorb from the air that swirls the drops of rain all around me

As I wander through the rain

I see the flowers reaching out to drink

The grass turns greener with every step I take

The leaves flutter with the breeze that brings the drops onto my head

I breathe in to absorb the wet cool breeze as I search the sky

As I wander through the rain

By Janeal Mulaney

Silhouettes Images of You

Silhouettes Images of You

By Janeal Mulaney

You came into my life when I was feeling lost,

You opened up my mind and heart telling me there’s more.



When I would talk, you would listen,

When I would smile, you would laugh.

When I would cry, you would hold me tight,

When I would doubt, you would tell me more.



Now there is a silhouette, a face I have yet to see.

An image in my mind of a special person, I have yet to meet.



You talk about the wind, clouds, and even rain,

You talk of stars falling in my eyes, and make a poem from my name.

You tell me how I’m to be treated, as you heal each and every scar,

My silhouette shines down on you, as my soul soars above the sky.



The image of your silhouette haunts me through my nightly dreams,

Are you a gentleman or a wild wolfish beast?

Or could you really be something in between?



I know it does not matter for the silhouette I want to meet

Be you part wolf, the other part my gentleman.

For in my dreams your silhouette surrounds me like a cloak.



Separating us from others who may never understand.

How I could care about a silhouette image of my wild wolfish gentleman.ã

Should Men Carry Their Own Condoms

There are arguments for both sides to carry condoms, and I know my story is in no way unique by any means, but if it helps one person out there than it has been worth writing.




I was twenty years old, and my fiancé at the time had moved me to a different town. I had been on birth control for two years and like many women I had carried condoms with me since high school just in case. I had lived with Cole for over six months and had a few more weeks of pills left, but I couldn’t get back to my regular doctor to get a new prescription for more pills at that time. I told Cole about not having anymore pills and told him he would need to go pick up condoms, or buy some the next time we went to the store. He hated wearing them, so he didn’t bother to buy any. My pills were gone, our wedding was planned for the next month, and I’d asked him if he was going to get some, he said it didn’t matter.



So we started our family early. Our first child was born eight months and eleven days after our wedding. I was breast-feeding so I was still unable to take the pill. My husband and I again had a talk about what we should do about birth control. He was still against buying condoms. Our second child was born seventeen months and one day, after our first child.



After fourteen years of marriage, we went our separate way like so many couples do today. After we had separated he came over one night to talk, and he brought up our children. He informed me that he hadn’t been ready for kids, when we had ours. So I asked him why he hadn’t bought the condoms all those years ago, if he hadn’t wanted kids at that time. His answer had been it was my responsibility to take care of the birth control.



I thought then as I think now, all those times he wanted sex, what was his responsibility, when was his responsibility suppose to start. I’m sorry but I’ve heard this story from so many women, he didn’t want to use a condom because he doesn’t get the same feeling, or they break anyway so why bother. I’ve heard men claim over and over how some woman tricked them into marriage because they got pregnant with their child, or how they have to pay for a child because some woman said she was on the pill.



Why are you guys listening to some woman instead of making sure yourself, that you will be safe while having sex with a woman? You buy your own clothes; you buy your own socks and shoes. So I suggest you buy your own condoms, that way you get to have a say in when your children are conceived.



Gentleman it can make a difference in your child support later on. If you don’t want the responsibility of paying child support or raising children when you are not ready for children, be responsible enough to buy condoms. There are times women do not feel it should be up to them to cover up something on your body.