Getting over the idea of writing profanities if they do not come naturally to you can be difficult for some writers, particularly me. Swearing doesn’t come naturally to me at all, but I have to overcome this for realistically writing characters and their responses, also it helps with some prose.
So you will probably find that I might start using profanities more freely in my writing, as I am trying to get out of my comfort zone.
Needs must for good writing.
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We are all raised in the same planet, Earth it’s called but we all live in different worlds
I was raised in a world of violence, isolation, racism, religion and fear
I never understood why those values my mother held dear?
I learned another way, wading through the dirt
Clenching on for dear life with all the various hurts
I needed to find a better life, one that suited me
When I finally did this, from a violent life I was free
But it’s difficult chasing dreams like these
For parents hold you back
And make you think like them under siege then thwack
If you question their damning ways, they hold you down, suffocating you in waves
Of anger, of pity and fear
But if you have a peaceful dream, hold on to it dear
Life will find a way to help you, to pull you through the muck
Then someday you’ll turn around and say goodbye you fucks!
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This was actually written two weeks ago and put on schedule for today, I forgot about it personally, in fact I forget most of what I’ve written, anyway… I felt that this poem is oddly apt considering what happened here in the UK yesterday with the soldier that was attacked by a suspected terrorist movement.
That’s spooky.
I originally wrote it because I know a lot of soldiers and navy guys who come home after serving a long time in a war situation, being shot at, injured and even disabled because of what they’ve been through, only to come back to this country and get stupid teenagers in the street making snide, nasty comments about their disabilities or looks (if they’ve been heavily scarred by fire) and I think it’s an utter disgrace! What is wrong with youths of today? Why are they lacking empathy so much? I tell you why, in the last twenty years the educational system is focusing too much on the children that they are becoming emotionally spoiled and therefore losing the art of compassion and empathy, that’s why!
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A soldier lives through fear, each and every day
He fights in the name of duty, to protect us and to keep us safe
A soldier is forgotten, when it’s time for war
If we had lost our freedom we would have wished we had done more
Don’t forget our soldiers; they are fighting for our rights
They are fighting for our livelihood, each day and each night
Never hate these soldiers; they are doing what we can’t
To make our lands safer, to keep us away from plight
Don’t forget our soldiers, they are our heroes
They are worth more than we give, and that is zero
Respect our soldiers, they are our men
Think of them out there, for some we may never see again
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