Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn’t half bad
if it isn’t you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
‘living it up’
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling



The Road Not Taken: Robert Frost


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

Piano Sonata No. 17

Piano Sonata No. 17

The keys are still ringing
But I am back
My trip was short lived
I had escaped
For 3 short minuets
Into the music

The piano has stopped ringing
It was never meant to not produce
My hands float to home

Most of the the time
Random notes
Strike the strings
and I can play very soft
The conversation between
And myself
Goes a lot like this

I long to escape again
We always find ways to escape
Reading a book
Watching a movie
Playing a piano
And for that short time
You are not you
You do not have responsibilities
But you do have
I escape into music
I play again


To Be or Not To Be

To be or not to be: Happiness

I turn my shower to ice cold
Just as I’m done
I don’t want to leave
one of the few places
with no tentacles
No worries
But if I turn it to ice cold
I will be happier getting out
I don’t have to face the pain

It was then I realized
Sometimes you have to force yourself into happiness

By setting a horribly loud alarm
For when you wake up
It’s better to get up
And shut it off
Than to lie with life’s constant buzzer

Some say you make life miserable
When you turn on that cold water
Or choose the most annoying alarm

I think it’s life’s necessity
To choose happiness
Rather then let happiness come to you


Yellow: the color of Creative Writing

Yellow is the color of new ideas. Out of all the colors in the rainbow, it is the lightest, but also the brightest. Yellow goes along with thinking creatively, so that is why it is the perfect theme color for creative writing.
When I see yellow, I see sunshine. Yellow sunshine on my fingertips. I can feel the warmth of yellow, unlike red. The warmth of red is humid and darkening, an answer marked wrong on a test, soaked in red pen. A cheery yellow can help you breath a little easier. Yellow highlighter helps you find important ideas. The yellow pages help you find important people. Everything about yellow is expanding and helpful.
But why is yellow seen so seldom? Wouldn’t we want such a cheerful color around every street bend? Our beautiful sun, our lifeline, radiates the color yellow. Joggers wear fluorescent yellow to protect themselves from the villainous night.
Bananas are naturally yellow! If that isn’t the coolest thing you’ve ever heard, you haven’t heard enough!
Sunflowers and rubber ducks are yellow! Have you ever heard of one thing that is bad, coated in the color of yellow?

Ah yes, let’s not forget. The humble bumbly bumble bee. It does no harm! Only floating from leaf to leaf.


Tuesdays are the very worst day of the week. Some may argue Mondays are bad, but oh no! Tuesday are definitely the most horrible day of the week.
Tuesdays are deceiving. You are not yet at the middle of the week and you just got over Monday. It is the horrible in between, the realization that you are no where near done with this week.
It is too cliche to hate Mondays. Wednesday is the famous “hump day”, a somewhat clear mark that you are halfway done. Thursdays can sometimes be a little rough, but always follow up the best day or the work week. Friday. Fridays make everything OK. No one could possibly hate the weekend, so that just leaves Tuesday. Tuesday is the evil child of the week that no one likes and probably doesn’t get anything at Christmas.
Oh, but could it be? Aren’t we the ones who make Tuesdays so horrible? Maybe if we were a little nicer to Tuesdays, they would return the favor. Maybe if we viewed each week day equally, it would not make one better or worse than another. No one would have to deal with the horrible Mondays, abominable Tuesdays, standard Wednesdays, adequate Thursdays, and glorious Fridays. Ah, but doesn’t the not so good days make the other ones even better! Doesn’t a million frowns make one smile seem like the best in the world!?
So it continues.
Today, my friends, is Tuesday.

Cliche collaboration

We come across
Everyday of our lives

The hallways
In our brains
In our thoughts
In our writing

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Said the boy to the apple
But absence
Just make the heart forget
And soon within time
He had forgotten the taste of the apple

“Good things come to those who wait”
And the boy sat
But waiting gets you nowhere
Except loss of time

“Think outside the box”
The boy thought
And thought and though and thought
But the box just happened
To be another restraint
To his thoughts

“All in fair in love and war”
Too many emotions
And too little sanity
For the boy to think clearly
And he ended up heartbroken and dead




Adding to this post about cliches, I thought I might as well add some cartoons that went along with the theme.


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Seven Billion Trees

Seven Billion Trees

Sometimes I think to myself
And trees
Are a lot alike

Trees start out
As just a little sapling
And grow
Grow grow grow
They come in all shapes and sizes
And are very sturdy
But not all the time

A trees leaves
Don’t make it beautiful

Bare trees have been stripped down
Down to the roots
Behind its eyes
We see what they really are
And isn’t that the most beautiful

Then there are trees that are leafed all year round
But isn’t that just the smile that covers the frown

Trees fascinate me
Are people as strong as trees?
Can people survive bare?
We cover up who we really are
With our leaves?

Don’t your branches long to touch the sky?