Envy comes in many ways, haunting your precious days.
Envy sneaks in your house, staying quiet as a mouse.
No one knows if it's boy or girl, but rumor has it's a girl.
Some of its tricks will make you hurl.
Envy takes pride, when you wish you weren't alive
So ignore its evil ways, and Envy won't haunt your days.

Why don't you paint me
like I am
Talking and laughing
with friends and relatives
With the bright blue sky gleaming in my eyes
Why don't you paint me
Like I am
Paint me dark eyed and black haired
And the shimmering stars in my mind
Paint me with excitement
A splash of vivid colors
Paint me with sorrow
A pool of dull hues
Paint me with intelligence
A collection of colorful shapes
Paint me with freedom
Ribbons of red, white, and blue.

Paint the memories in my mind
The tall, snowy mountains
The fields and creeks of nature.

Paint me with the happiness
Expressed in my thoughts
Paint me with the tears
The times of complete sorrow

You can hear it in my mind
How my thoughts wish they could show
Like me
Paint me calm
Paint me happy
Paint me alive.

(V)
(-.-)
(")(")

People are made of places. They carry with them a forest fire, destroying and rebilding life, rain bearing water, or eath supoting life.
Atmoshere of decay, rotting away at their soul, or the wild, making them untamable.
The smell of roses in the golden rain, or sulfer making you sick.
Where I come from, people are rain bringing life, roses, creating healing powers,and the wild, knowing themselvs, and spring and summer are the main seasons where I come from.

they called him Frank

but i knew his name.

Frankie

was more than a ghost

more than a dark

lonely

boy, he had dreams

and when he smiled

the world held it's breath.

Frankie

was more

than the shadow of a child

more than his unbroken stride.

His bloodied suit

was more than

cool

it was Frankie

a skin he couldnt shed.

"Why did we have to move, Dad?" All my friends are having fun in California and I'm stuck here in Toronto with no friends at all. you said I should have fun in the summer. This place..." His father stops him. "This place is filled with excitement and adventure. This is a wonderful city to live in. When yu get back into school, you'll meet a lot of friends. In the meantime, let's go have some fun; watching the city baseball team play; hit down some bowling pins; it will be great, just like the good times back in San Francisco." "But it's different. The Toronto Blue Jays are not that good. Look at the A's and the Giants. The A's were division leaders 4 or 5 times in a row. The Giants went to the World Series a couple of years ago. And bowling, the have cosmic bowling in the Bay Area, and here? I bet bowling here is just plain bowling, with the lights turned on with no music. They might even have wooden bowling balls. Well, the point is that home is different now. We don't have an upstairs anymore, no more room for my pet dog, Fluffy, to run around, no more video games becase you threw them away. Back home, we used to have a pool, a trampoline, a garage!" "Ummmm, son?" "A backyard, a front yard, a basketball court!" "Ben?!" Ben, the boy that is mad, does not notice the mice that are coming out from the hole. Dad tells Ben to be quiet. " Shhh Ben, don't scare the mice away. If we catch them, we won't have any more problems. I guarantee it." "Oh great. This summer is getting worse. We have mice in the house. What next? Lizards? "Shh," Now Dad is getting mad. "Don't you say a word. Now give me that bucket over there." After Ben had given the bucket to Dad, he jumps onto the counter to watch the action. "It's going to get ugly." Ben whispers to himself. Ben closes his eyes. When you opens them, Dad has bloodmarks all over his face. He caught the mice, but it was a bloody fight. Dad had used forks and knifes to cut them up. "here's the bucket, that oughta teach them a lesson. Ben continues," As I was saying, we have no basement, no attic, no.." "Ummm, Ben?" you can't interrupt me now, Dad." "It is your turn to do the killing." Ben looks on the ground. Lizards, everywhere! "Awww, Dad. I'm going to die! they are so big! "Don't worry. Lizards don't bite, they scratch." "My misery is just beginning. "

Two TV's,

Tiny TV's,

Dully sitting next to each other.

Two old,

Scratched up TV's

With crooked entenas.

Two TV's

Rest in front of

A pare of

Light blue eyes.

Their entenas

Laying on two ears

Covered by

Black locks of hair

Stuck loosely on an

Unknown mind,

Inside an unknown head,

Screwed on

A mysterious body,

In a pinstripe suit.

Two TV's

Hide ones inner style

"HEY MR. DAN

ARE THOSE REALLY SHORT CAPRIS

OR REALLY LONG BERMUDA

SHORTS?"

The poem I read at Rakestraw:

He stands on corners, throwing stones at passersby
He watches them live their lives with an upturned eye
He doesn't care about their feelings, their problems or happiness
Because hate is the only emotion he can express
He kicks the ground, he curses the pain
He feels like dying because he can't feel life in his veins
And he walks home, to a room painted black
He turns on the TV but can't bear seeing those who only own a shack
Why watch people when he hates them all?
So he watches his window, watching summer turn to fall
And wonders why he has to be so alone in his world
He wonders what will be on his record when in heaven it's unfurled
He wonders if there is a life after this, a heaven, or a hell?
Why reward or punish someone who has done nothing but rebel?
So he stands up in his room, in this town he's come to abhor
And looks around, but all there is, is a mattress on the floor.

A black blur.

Walking slowly,

to his chair.

He sits,

quietly,

for eternity.

Standing up,

RARELY

for a unknown picture,

an unknown smile,

an unknown wave.