Stray Lines

[Nick_Asano]

Have you ever had a million good lines but didn't know how to work them into a poem? This thread is a safe place to save that stray creativity. Use this thread to chase away your writer's block and uncertainty. I hope this helps someone.

 

[Nick_Asano]

I'll go first to get the ball rolling.

Spoiler

Unfaithful, dishonest, she leaves when you're sick. She'd do anything if it gave her a kick

 

[zetsubouzanto]

There's something wrong with him . He looks so serene in this maelstrom of blood and agony , So serene like how someone's face looks when they reached enlightenment . As if he is the eye of the storm ripping anything and everything apart . If he is to be described by one word alone then the word perfectly mention him is 'holy' , but alas , that god damned battle junkie is the very incarnate of word 'unholy' . When his battle smile and barbaric laugh is already bad , and this is what you get when he replace it with uncanny serenity .

What's more uncanny than his "serene rampage" is there is no life lost . We are a lifeforms created by Gods so perfect that we don't even have concept of "life-span" like lower lifeform does . Sure we can regenerate a missing body part , we can be killed , but the very concept of death which is absurdly foreign for us , is suddenly screaming right in front of our ear . It's as if to mock the very place he grew . Like you know ... "you can't even kill a single lower lifeform you called slave-caste , yet you called yourself a superior lifeform ?" . I just knew he would said exactly that since not only it will threw mud not only to the current caste-system we believed in but also shook the very foundation of our society in the near future ... if there's one for me .

We can't help but feared him . Who knew that him alone could throw entire legion of Imperial Guard into disarray . Even if he is adopted when Her Majesty's memory was not complete post-reincarnation , but as expected of our prince . Even a legion is no match for him .

I am scared of him , every little jot of my body screams "RUN!" . But as his best friend i must endure and go on with the plan to stall his rampage to Her Majesty's chamber . We the Imperial Guard , i , just need to endure , for as Her Majesty finished her awakening ritual , she will stop her "holy looking" rampaging prince . I just need to hold on , it's only 2 hours left before the ritual finished . Just 2 hours and Our Goddess Empress , Her Imperial Majesty shall be awoken and put an end to this absurdity .

I just need to hold on , i thought that . I thought that but ... he is coming . The unholy death incarnate that seeks to disrupt her own mother's awakening . Just a few step more , 5 , 4 , 3 , 2 , 1 ... and here comes death , my best friend .

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that is my entire novel progress today .

 

[Teddy]

I'm a 7 feet giant with 5 feet dwarf fuse, so I dare you to point that knife at me!
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You see a knife doesn't kill you. It just plugs your wounds and keeps your guts in you. What kills you is the empty space that will open when I pull out this knife. When that emptiness within us gets plunged open, everything within us gushes out and our bodies are laid bare. That's why it's important to buy flextape.
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Death isn't scary. The closer to death you are, the less aware of it you are. Its just like listening to a badly sung llulaby. Babies hate being coerced to sleep but the sleepier we get the more enticing it becomes; we don't realise our breaths weakening and our limbs paralysed, we just let the darkness take us. I'm not scared of sleeping neither do I hate it. I just have a bad case of insomnia.
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You tell me religion is mankind's worse invention. I present to you microwavable egg pouches
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You tell me religion is mankind's worse invention. Then why do we keep lying to ourselves that if had power we could create an utopia.
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I can't say I love you. If I did, I would put you first and that means I won't be able to protect you.
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I can't say I love you. I can't give you the life you deserve.

Dumbass, I'm choosing to give you all of myself, you are what I deserve
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The funny thing about quotes; Is that they're all inverted by someoneelse.
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I know I'm an oldman, everything I've learnt is outdated but considering you dumbasses haven't learnt anything yet, give me the bloody shotgun and start learning!
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I love your pink hair. It reminds me of the sakura. And how absolutely useless you are without any men around you.
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I love your green hair. It reminds me of the open fields. And how mouldy your brain has gotten.

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I love your black hair. Its so individualistic and special that I've forgotten that it's the most statistically average hair colour.

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I love your blue hair. Even Smurfs don't try so hard
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You keep asking for equality! But you don't understand that cats need more food than rats.

I'm asking for equality because all you do is eat rats
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You keep asking for equality! But there aren't enough bananas for everyone.

It might not be enough for everyone buts it's enough to plant more trees for our kin.

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You keep asking for equality! But do you understand what it takes to keep running this place!?

Too high of an upkeep for those too high
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Sure son, I don't have any problems with you going to ask school... Just remember to get accepted into one before you think about changing occupations.

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Oh rip...

What you forgot to turn on the washing machine?

No, I forgot to take out the body first...
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The office ladies were gawking at my butt again. Its just so hard to be so handsome...

Or so stupid that you didn't realise you still have toilet paper stuck to your pants
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How do you think this skirt looks?

One cm longer it'd be a looker, One cm shorter and it'll be for a hooker. But right now I'd like to see you play snooker
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[PantsMan]

I've been meaning to put this kind of character interaction somewhere, but I can't really find the right place/project to fit it into yet.

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A few weeks ago I asked a friend of mine why he was so unwilling to give his personal opinion on whatever we'd talk about. It didn't matter what the subject was; from philosophy to recent events to movies to porn preferences, when pressed to give his thoughts he'd usually just give an evasive answer, accompanied by an uncomfortable smile.

"Depends on the circumstances".
"I'd have to read more on the topic to give you an answer".
"I don't think I really care deeply enough to have an opinion."

This habit extended beyond our long-winded conversations. We'd been best friends for over six years, and I still didn't know what he did for a living. When asked, he'd just give me that uncomfortable look again, like a cornered animal. He'd then ask if I really needed to know; that he could do so, and I had nothing to worry about, but he would much rather not. I thought myself a good friend and, frankly, I didn't really care enough to force him just to satisfy a passing curiosity. I knew him for long enough to know it probably wasn't prostitution, or anything illegal. This was just part of his frustrating but ultimately harmless quirk.

When I asked him why he was so cagey when it came to opinions, I started by giving him my view on the matter (as would often happen in any of our conversations). As a kid, I told him, I was very passive within my friend groups, and would just go with the flow. That I'd nod, maybe laugh, or just stayed silent even when I had a different opinion or, heaven forbid, disagreed. And how liberating it had felt as I grew up when I found that people (good people, at least) would actually listen to my perspectives. Maybe not agree with them, but even then at least take them into account. I concluded by telling my friend that I was more than happy to say hundreds of dumb statements if it meant not staying quiet when something really needed to be said.

My friend patiently listened to my opinion to the end (as he so often would), even as it slowly lapsed briefly into a vague societal rant. He then shook his head. "I understand the feeling," he said "but I can't personally agree with it. I'm all for freedom of speech, don't get me wrong. But if I had to choose between giving an opinion based on vaguely understood information, or something I don't feel passionate about, I'd rather just not say anything at all. Opinions and people change, but I'd rather say more things I can look back proudly on even over several years than ones I'll just regret in a few weeks time."

I shrugged, explaining that frankly I was much more interested in hearing his opinion as my friend, someone whose company I already knew I liked. I wasn't really looking for objective truths in other people's personal opinions, just a better glimpse at their characters. "I don't really expect other people to do the same as I do." he replied with a vague wave of his hand "I guess it's like you say, just a part of my character. I prefer things this way."

In the end, we politely agreed to disagree, and ended the conversation there. His reply however continued to bother me. I still strongly believed that, if a middle ground was out of the question, then it was far more preferable to say something, to voice even a not fully coherent thought or feeling, rather than let the moment slip past and be lost for good. But still, I had to think; how often had I given my opinion on things I didn't really care that deeply about? Passing interests. High concepts like death of the author or historical periods, which frankly didn't affect my personal life as deeply as my heated arguments over it warranted. And these were hardly strange or odd behaviours, either. Not as uncommon as my friend's near-paranoid commitment to caution seemed to be, at least. Everywhere you'd go, on the Internet and outside, it seemed you'd be bombarded with the quick, easily digestible personal thoughts and opinions of ultimately strangers.

Reflecting on this, I quietly thought to myself how blessed I was to have him as my friend.

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I guess this turned out to be way more than a few stray lines in the end.