The Adventures Of Red Writing Hood

   Dedicated to the 1.5 million innocent children who perished in the Holocaust. May your 'little dreams rise and fly'. I writhe on the ground like a rat You think I'm worth no more than that                                                    As I twist and I turn in utter agony At your lies and your hate and antagony Why do you hurt me so? What have I done to you? Why is it bad that I am a Jew? I’m a child—that’s it, nothing more Do I deserve to be forced to the floor? My hair might be dark, my eyes might be brown Does that mean I can be thrown to the ground? Please don’t think of murder, I beg mercy to thee! Put down your gun and repent to the King! No! Don’t pull the trigger I’m too young to die! You didn’t even let me say my last goodbye. Little terrified heart, don’t stop your beating Little horrified feet, don’t stop your stepping When we make there, to the throne of God I promise there’ll be nothing wrong Where pain is just a mem

On this day so dark and drizzly Where morning sits in grey disguise With air so thick and misty The sun has failed to rise On this day so sad and aching Where darkness fills the empty skies Where very few have made their waking The sun has failed to rise And there he hides with hardly a sound Watching the moon appear Gazing at her curves so round And lonely atmosphere His one true wish is to join her And brighten up the night He’d give up every sunrise after To stand forever by her side So on the day the sun has gone And you look up in the skies And you wonder what must be wrong And why he failed to rise Remember that there is true love Waiting just for you to find But you must choose her far above The joy it is to rise

The lightning is tall as it bites through the sky The thunder roars out its name The air is thick, the sun is shy As the clouds all play their game Lights pour through the atmosphere My boat tips and rocks and creaks The thunder’s so loud I cannot hear Waves splash over me I scream in panic as my boat is devoured My lifejacket keeps me afloat But I can feel monsters in the water Tickling at my toes Trust in me child, I’ve got your back I hear a voice so soft and warm Jesus calls out through the black Through the thickest and worst of the storm

So for one of my online college courses I was asked to "paint a picture, create a canvas in words". I have to use images and feelings to describe an object without saying what it is. If it is obvious to figure out it means I did a good job. Post your guess in the comments below:) Comfy, fluffy, soft and puffy Soothing me to sleep Forever here until my waking You are mine to keep Aggressively I fluff you up Before my midnight slumber One would never be enough— I always add another 

In this poem, I decided to try and capture the essence of a culture shock, and then the characters personal opinion after living in this place for a bit. Let me know what you think in the comments below. Enjoy! The monster is so long and yellow I recon he’s a grouchy fellow As he drives us to the states As if we were just cargo freights As I gaze through the monsters eyes I look to the ground, then up at the skies And see a sight never seen before  What beauty America has in store! I write my mother, I love her so But my life back there has got to go I risk it all, family and friends To find out where this rainbow ends My lungs may fail, my back may break But I must put it all at stake To live the dream my father had And his father before me, and his before that Living under stars and stripes Why do those women dress so tight? Why drink stuff that makes us woozy and slow? Why think unborn babies deserve to go? America is a lan

   Victoria was tall, with sharp cheekbones and hard curves. She had a small stomach, and hardly looked like a healthy woman at all. In her large yellow shopping bag her baby boy slept soundly, hidden so no one would suspect he was there.      One word echoed in her head: Run. Run. Run. She must get away from him, she must take Eli and hide from the terrible man her husband has become. She tried to quicken her pace, walking steadily, her other two bags bouncing at her side. Thump, thump, thump. Hopefully no one would spot her out through the crowd.   She could think no more as tears burned her pale, sunken cheeks as the thought of what she must do enveloped her anew. She walked until her long, thin legs stopped at the New York Orphans Home. She reached down and peeked at her baby boy sadly.             “I love you Eli,” She whispered, a sob catching her throat. He whimpered softly, but remained sleeping. She put a small note on the blanket he was wrapped in. “I love you, baby,