How to Write a Blog With No Value

Seeing as Brigs is gone today. We are without a prompt for this blog. So basically, anything I say here, has no meaning and will not contribute in any such way to the world, this class, or anyone's feelings. Good then, I suppose I have a few options here. I could ramble on and on about how I have nothing to write about, which would be a lie. OR I could write about what a wonderful "no-electricity makes you have school off" day yesterday. Which was, in fact, not exciting at all and was basically worthless. But hey, no school, so I'm not going to really complain about it. Continuing on with what this post is really about. Nothing. So I suppose you could use this as an example if you are ever told to "free write" and you really don't want to do anything. It works out pretty well, considering the thousands of times I did it in English 1 journaling. Otherwise I would just end up writing about how much I hated school. Which I ended up writing a surprising amount about anyways. What other options do you really have though? I have no prompt, and a boring life that no one would like to hear about.

Fear Fearity Fear Fear

Everyone remembers one of their huge fears as a child. A big one of mine was that a fire was going to start in my house while I was sleeping and I would wake up and not be able to escape. Well, actually, that was just one of many. I was a horribly paranoid child. Others included a volcano popping up in my yard and just dominating my house, a robber coming in and killing all my family and then kidnapping me and feeding me ketchup and mustard(don't ask), or even me coming home from school one day to find out that my mother is actually a scary man with a mask on that has been posing as my mother for the last 6 years. Judging by that you would probably assume that my childhood just completely sucked. But it actually was pretty good, those were just the things that could keep me awake at night. It was hard enough to go to sleep already but when I've got all these fears it makes about 10x harder than it was in the first place. I would never think about these things during the day unless I was coming home from school on the bus, silently hoping that my mother wouldn't take off her mask and kill me.

Poetry

Poetry is a funny thing. To every person it can mean something different. Two people may read the same poem and yet each may get a totally different meaning out of it. Some people enjoy reading and writing poetry, other's despise it and claim it as the hardest thing they have ever done.
Poems themselves, usually tell a story that illustrates a certain emotion. Poems usually convey this feeling of emotion very strongly. This is why they are such effective tools for illustrating stories. That is their purpose, to illustrate the scene, and the author's feeling while they were there.