Redie Ware Hood-part 2

The cloud slowly moved over the moon, blocking the light bidding to be shone through. Redie knew now...it would be a matter of seconds. One howl...two howls...three howls...one rip...two rips...three rips...one last final howl.

 Ware Hood. That was her name. That was her beastly name when she was this form. Her pupils were large, the whites of her eyes had disseased leaving her charcoal pupils, bloodshot red. Her nose was red from the bitter cold air, whilst sweat swam of her forehead drowining her nose in it from the intense heat that was forming inside her, menatlly. Her hands had lost the goosebump gloves they once wore, instead, grew harsh yellow nails sprouting of the top of her fingertips sharpend into an intense claw capable of scratching through stones, able to stab through the hardest materials. As another howl escaped from her wet mouth, salyva oozed down her sharp K9's. Her new and improved teeth supprisingly white, visible from space as the moon reflected of them, riccashaving onto the nearby house's window...the house...there was a small cottage, all the lights of apart from a dimly lit bedside lamp which she could make out with her newly discoverd eyesight...a house...Hood could see a house...

Redie Ware Hood-opening-IMPROVED

My name is Redie. My other name is Hood. This is my story. My fateul night in the woods.

I never really knew my mum or dad. I was adopted when I was a baby. They found me in the woods. My adopted mum calls me her angel. Sent down from Heaven apparently. Even if I were. I'm back up there now.

It was a thursday...no...Friday evening and I was on my way to my grandma's house. She was ill and my mum had sent me to her house with a basket of cakes, Grandma's house was a twenty minute walk through the woods. I'd walked there lots of times before on my own. I'd never once trailed of the path. But this time I did and I can't turn back time now. Not after what's happened.

It was dark and wet. It had been raining fir days. A storm was brewing. The clouds were like charcoal and the air was bitter, sprinting down you throat, hammering on your lungs oredering you to cough it back up so it can be freed back into the wild again like a wild animal. I'd been walking through the woods for about ten minutes and I was soaked through. My red coat ruined. The trees were rustling, twigs and leaves carpeted the path that was meant to lead me to safety. There were hundreds of trees all shading the tiniest bit of light that was trying to break through. My dark hair was soaked and hanging limply by my waist. My pale hands wore Goosebumps for gloves. My eyes were shining, bigger than the moon.

 It was late and I’d lost my way. It was midnight. It felt like I’d been walking for days. I would never find my way home. I knew I would turn into my other form. My real form. All in a matter of minutes…

A short rap verse

Ya'll how you doin?
I'm a push you down pram, looking,
Swags high praise bout my style,

Bet, bet'cha you was hot like mine,
Go lick it in the water, gettin diggin that northern style,
Height, high bout your suede brogues,
Must be admitting, that your shoes, look at the bank they broke,

And, yeh, not gonna blame your style,
But looking at me creepers, their higher achy swag steer style,
Yeh...yeh, go check your bank coz the water be cold by where I stole, swanked.

She, she.. She jacked my style,
She took a crack at the bank where they be diggin me northern style...
Me northern style,
My northern style.

This is a rap I've been working on for a while now. I know quite a few of my usual readers won't understand the message I'm trying to get across with this bunch of words, it's not even clear for me, but I wrote it at a low point, trying to boost my spirits...the message this rap holds is basically-money cant buy personality, designer can buy you limited attention, but when people can't afford to buy well known named clothes, they fall back on their personality, this should be the first thing people get judged on, not their clothes or image, their style, being their personality. Please comment on this piece as this is one of the most unstable pieces I've written, by the way, the rap is to be rapped really really fast, (like the 'busts rhymes' part in 'look at me now' but not the same tune.

sticky situation ;D

now. it might be just me...is it me? or are blogs about writing so hard to write!? now...for me this is weird as when I'm on my own with my favourite notepad and pen i cant stop writing paragraphs and paragraphs of stories and poems but lately when I'm writing this blog I've had a massive block?! So as I said in my firts post about me, I'll be writing whatever i feel like...no spefic genre or posts so...just go with it $)

Our souls will shine part 1

We're up now,
Where we belong,
Rising from the same boat,
Singing from the same song,
We're up now, & I'm bulletproof,
Nothing can stop me nothing can make me loose,
We had a hard life, back then,
When people told us we could never be more than just friends,
But we're up now, together again, loving each other, it's all a mend!

Yeh, seems like we never would,
Take so slow but I knew we should,
There was some bad quotes, how to live my life
But because I had you I knew I would never run for the knife!
It was a beautiful moon...that night,
Those horrendous 5 hours that we had to fight,
And yes I loved you, more than each minute went by,
I soon knew that we were out of time,
And yes I kept with the positive attitude,
Because I knew I would no longer be without you,
And though I'm in pain, well,
Me and you...we won the game,

Let'me hear you say,
Love me tenderly, we'll jump in the sea,
Loves like a rocket and that shuttle just hit me,
Fly from the boat in that arabesque pose,
Looks like we're the ones that the ship chose,
Heaven is a gateway, up from our hell,
Looks like we'll never get to hear those church bells,
The boat never docked but we really don't mind,
Because our hands they are locked and our souls will shine,
Our souls will shine...yeh our souls will shine

This is just the first two verses and the chorus to my song which I have written, the song is about the titanic and mainly jack and rose's last final hours but it could be for anyone that was on board the ship. I have written another few verses and choruses to post onto my blog, depending on the response I have. I can't exactly describe the tune to you so you can make up your own tune as you read it or maybe read it as a poem...I sing the first two verses as a half rap-which is singing crossed with rapping. Then I sing the chorus in just a really easy to keep up with tune.

fakebambi.writes: Emmet Till

fakebambi.writes: Emmet Till            this is my blog link to the poem

http://www.emmetttillmurder.com/        this is a site, dedicated to emmet

Emmet Till

 

Emmet was a child,

No older that fourteen,
But his life snatched away from him,
In such a dreadful scene
The poor boy, tortured to death,
This is his story,
The racist men that took away his breath,

 

Till was visiting his uncle in the south,
Till was from the north,
This was in 1955; this would be the last time his mum saw him alive,

 

His uncle lived in Mississippi,
Not on the mountain where it gets nippy,
But the Chicago boy was just a child,
Yet his killers were so brutally wild,

 

He was playing with the southern local kids that lived by his uncle
They had never heard of a black boy,
Who claimed he had held a white girls hand
So the southern boys told emmet what they had planned,

 

Till was to go to the corner shop,

Talk to the lady, who's husband owned the plot

There he waved ‘bye baby’ to the lady this is what caused her husband to go horribly crazy,
Till being from the north, had no idea what the south was like,
During segregation, he had no clue what he had done, wasn’t right.

 

Then in the dead of night,
Knock knock went his uncle’s door,
It was the men from the corner shop,
They said they wanted Till to stop,
They would tell Till what he did wrong,
So they dragged him out the door,
no matter how Till tried; the men were far too strong

 

From there they took him to the river,
Torched him, the following will make you shiver with disgust
Its not human, you can trust;

 

They made Emmett carry a 75-pound cotton-gin fan to the bank of the Tallahatchie River and ordered him to take off his clothes. The two men then beat him nearly to death, gouged out his eye, shot him in the head, and then threw his body, tied to the cotton-gin fan with barbed wire, into the river.

 

the court hearing was slowly disappearing,

His mum had lost the case,
After, in everyone’s mouths, it left a sour taste,
The monsters had got away,
As they shouted hooray,
Emmet’s mum collapsed, wanting to die,
Her child, sent of so undignified,
The lovely boy that had done no wrong,
Was tortured, now this? IS. WRONG.

Emmet was a child,

No older that fourteen,
But his life snatched away from him,
In such a dreadful scene
The poor boy, tortured to death,
This is his story,
The racist men that took away his breath.



-THERE IS A PICTURE ON HOW EMMET TILL LOOKED LIKE ON GOOGLE IMAGES WHEN HE WAS FOUND, BUT I DIDNT POST THIS AS IT'S QUITE GRAFIC AND UPSETTING.

Bambi

Hi, can everyone that reads my blog share it and maybe leave a comment? I would really like some feedback, i'll do the same for you. I just love writing and would love to know what everyone else thinks of my poetry, story chapters and other posts.
Bambi

Under the Willow Tree-poem

Down in the meadow,
Where the children play,
Underneath the willow tree lays our grave,

Me and you were the best of friends,
We wished that our lives would never end,
But that summer, with those men,
That was when you said Amen,

We would play, dusk till dawn,
We would never leave eachother, so we had sworn,
We held each other through the storms,
We played together, on the grassy lawn

Where we met, down the lake,
That was where we would wake,
Clasping each other by the hand,
We were running away, so we planned,

We'd be free spirits, in the woods,
Do what we liked, when we could,
Though our love was far to strong,
We stayed friends, all life long,

Down in the meadow,
Where the children play,
Underneath the willow tree lays our grave,

We kept it simple, we kept it clear,
No leaving, till we finished our last school year,
Through out the year you were just a 'mate'
Proves we left it far to late,

It was during a dark night storm,
Thats when our love grew warm,
When the bad men came to the glen,
Tracking us down, it came then,

Out came the knives,
Shorlty after our lives,
What had we done so wrong?
Where was our disaster?Did we leave it too long?

The answer was no, we followed our plan,
We hadnt planned for their big scary vans,
We just grabbed life by the horns,
I loved you forever, we both had sworn

Down in the meadow,
Where the children play,
Underneath the willow tree lays our grave,

Spanish Sahara verse

"...So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Now I see you lying there
Like a lie low losing air, air
Black rocks and shoreline sand
Still that summer I cannot bare
And I wipe the sand of my arms
The Spanish Sahara, the place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here..."