old thoughts and freewrites and writers block

This is just a bit of random stuff i wrote a little over a year ago when i was in a creative writing class. we were having a free write, and my attempts at poetry were just giving me writers block, hence, this result of jumbled thoughts. i found it while searching my desk drawer for a birthday card i need to find by spring, and i decided to post it here. so enjoy. or not. doesn't really matter.

Outside the Lines

When someone gives you lined paper,
write the other way

What if....everyone was always honest? Would tact and sarcasm still be allowed? If everyone were honest-gracefully so-would the world be a better place?

What is it about stars? What do we see in the nigh sky to fascinate us so? It's always there, and, albeit rotation, always the same. (at least, it appears so, to the unscientific eye) Is it that we know they're always there, even when clouds cover them? Is it that they go on forever, for an eternal distance no numbers or words can express? Is it that distance that fills us with emotionand sends a vague chill down our spines as we look up? Or is it something else , something about the tiny pinpricks of light that inspire us? Or is it only me?

That's all she wrote, there is no more.



If sarcasm is a form of speech, it is an art. Therefore, I am an artist.