Murder He Wrote (Part 4)

I love ya eyes girl…
A fiend for yo body.
If I was with you girl they probably wouldn’t recognize me…
Cuz I’d be so into you they’d think I was your brother.
Be together long you start to resemble each other…
Look girl I need a woman…
And I feel it’s you…
My hearts been broken
I need you to be my super glue…
Copy and paste me in yo life
Like a damn computer…
Got my palm read…
A lot of you in my future…
I’m not crazy…
But I want you to have all my babies…
Don’t play me…
You know that…

I love you Tracy (Lighting strikes Again)

Nothing happened to Tracy…

She’s fine in good health…

But she just can’t help herself…

She has this sudden obsession…

For Mitch…

She’s madly in love with him…

Mitch just found out a new power of THE PEN.

And doesn’t even know it…

See if you say “I love you… then the person’s name”

They become insane and madly in love with you.

Mitch being the nosey person that he is.

Just wrote himself into trouble.

In more ways than one…6

While Tracy is on her way to his house…

He better Pray the Author doesn’t find out…

About…

This…

Meaning  Mitch going through his shit…

Meanwhile Tracy is over at her place

Picking out sexy Lingerie 

Setting up the bed 

Making it straight…

She’s about to go pick Mitch up…

She knows he will come.

And if he didn’t she will kill him

But he loves her so that will be easy…

Not to mention she’s one of the finest women breathing…

Blue eyes that resembles heaven when you look into them.

A beautiful smile 

Perfect teeth

38 double D’s that were perky.

No sag

Fat ass

The type everyman would stare at if she passed.

The same one that made your mom smack your dad.

Yea…

That’s her…

She grabbed all her stuff and prepared to get in her truck…

Over at Mitch’s house the Author is finally waking up

Like what the Fuck

Whose been through my stuff?

I bet it was Mitch

Son of a Bitch.

Where’s my pen I’ma kill him…

But the pen is nowhere in site

Mitch is in the bathroom 

And he still feels inspired to write…

Mitch figured he’d help his cousin out…

He wants to be the serial killer now…

He thought of a few people he would love to hurt.

And started with the preacher of his mother’s church

With the pen in his hand he began… 

To Write…

I’ma Hit Mr. Brown (lightning Strikes) where it hurts. He’s the preacher of my church. Always telling me not to curse. Like he’s so perfect. So I’ll do this… I’m on my way to church now. I’ll grab my gun. Hide it in my coat. I walk through the church doors and ask if I can ask him a question. He says “yes young man, how can I help you?” Well how often do you talk to god rev? “Everyday including now.” Well did he tell you I was gonna be here today. “God tells me many things” well did he tell you were gonna die. Rev gets a look in his eyes. Begins to stutter, “Wha… Wha…Wha… why would you ask that” I reach for my gun and he give’s a new meaning to rev….run… so I shoot him in the leg… walk over to him and stand over his head. He begins to pray… “Dear father…

To Be Continued…

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Murder He Wrote (Part 3)

I grab some scrubs out the looker room. She’s in the ER patiently waiting for patients I’m pacing cuz her life I’m soon to take it. What should I do HA! I got it. Plastic surgery. Use these medical tools and rearrange her permanently. Convinced of an emergency in room one twelve, Little does she know, she will be the one needing help. I wait behind curtains. As she enters the room confused. She approaches the bed. Then… BOOM! I ATTACK! Tying her down with straps. Time to start fixing her up… No anesthesia or shot to numb the pain. She screams out “YOU’RE CRAZY!” NOO BITCH I’M INSANE… NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME CUT YOU… How… About… A… New… Nose…? SNIP! OL well wont need that anymore… Lets see how bout some Botox to the lips that should be a trip. A 100 milliliter needle. Lips like Angelina…How bout a new heart. Damn look how fast it’s beating… She stops breathing… UP! Guess her lungs she won’t be needing…she wont stop bleeding. Where’s the gauzes and other bandages…GOT UM! I’ll clean her up. Then leave her there to collect dust… The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Diana (lighting strikes again)

He arrived to Atlanta early

His family was at the station. 

His cousin Mitch rushed him in a hurry…

“Oh my god! Did you hear the news?”

“Diana was just killed by some loon that snapped at the hospital.”

“She died from several stab wounds…”

The author replied… what a way to kill the mood. Hello to you too…

Mitch replied, “sorry cuz just wanted you to know.”

The author replied with that look in his eye like… Yea I know.

Speaking of which, Cousin Mitch is walking a tight rope. 

Let’s hope he doesn’t end up in a note…

The author wrote…

With a normal pen,

Note to self…

Keep an eye on Mitch…

That he did…

Like a hawk’s eye on a small rodent.

See Mitch is a bit nosey

And the author knows it…

And it has been like that since they were kids…

Anyway they get to the crib and the author is a bit… tired, but he had to speak to his family.

Aunts and uncles

Cousins and their children.

All wanted to know how he was doing…

It’s been almost five years since they seen him.

He told them he’s been good just writing a lot.

And that he’s working on a new book titled “Diary of a Serial Killer”

Mitch said, ‘Let me see what you have so far”

The author said if I let you read this I might have to kill ya…

Started laughing

But he was serious…

Mitch thought to himself, “I’ll just wait till he falls asleep”

Later on that night he did indeed…

Found the authors notebook and began to read…

He was intrigued…

Noticed the names and how they seemed so familiar…

Especially Diane 

She did die today…

Almost the same way…

But he’s not smart enough to put two and two together.

He just thought of it as clever…

He said to himself “that’s it?”

He was a lil disappointed

Not knowing that the author wasn’t finished or his intentions…

THEN…!

Mitch found THE PEN!

Mitch is also a writer

A heck of a poet actually…

So he pulled out his notebook and decided to write a poem for this woman he likes…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Tracy (lightning strikes)

To Be Continued…

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Murder He Wrote (Part 2)

Next day…

He’s at a train station awaiting his train when some man named James began to complain…

“HEY YOU… I NEED THIS SEAT.”

The author ignores him and continues to write in his sheets but with a normal pen.

The man grabs him and says “STOP WRITING AND GIVE ME THIS SEAT!”

Throwing him to the floor afterwards…

Everybody at the station burst out with laughter 

The author was embarrassed…

He picked up his notebook and grabbed his pen but this time it’s THE PEN…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write… 

I’m not one to fight I’m more laid back. I strike with a subtle attack. Catch my enemy while relaxed. Like Mr. James (lighting strikes) Mr. I can’t stand and wait for the train. I see him sitting there sleep my chance to creep. I grab some rope that’s wrapped around a pole. It will look better around his throat. I creep slowly. Like a lion preying on a zebra. Carefully moving to make sure my attack is clean and quick. He moves a bit. I stop. He wipes his nose as the train station is flooded with echoes of his snores. I’m getting closer… and closer… and closer… and closer… I’m starting to gain a tight grip on the rope… finally I approach his back… I gently place the rope around his neck. Then… SNAP! Choking him. He wakes but it’s too late. I already have a firm grip and his life begins to exit. He’s putting up a fight. Trying with all his might. But the rope is too… too tight… Saaaay… goooood…niiiigggght… deep sigh. The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Mr. James (lighting strikes again)… 

“OH MY GOD! THIS MAN IS DEAD!” A young woman so franticly claimed.

Speaking of James

Who is indeed dead once believed to be sleep…

Died from a severe heart attack. 

Our author was pleased…

Boarded the train 

With a look that remained…

Ever so evil.

Eyes blood shot red.

Like fuck with me you’re dead.

And we all know if it’s written

He meant every sentence…

Now on to business.

Our author is headed to Atlanta to visit some family.

Besides New Orleans

Atlanta is his second home.

And he has a sinister homecoming planned.

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

I had some good and bad times in Atlanta. It’s where I first met Diana. (Lighting strikes) bout as dirty as the one mike talked about. Her Victoria Secret had to be the dirty south. Although it’s my fault for having sex with her unprotected, she could have told me I wasn’t the only person she was having sex with. Gave me a disease. Time to TEACH…! her a lesson. IRONICALLY! She heals people for a profession. A surgeon.   So let’s see if we can create an emergency. I have a scalpel but that wont do.HMM… What should I use? I’m in a hospital how bout I use all of the tools to leave dirty Diana in a pool…Of blood… 

TO BE CONTINUED…

Back in 2009 I started this Series that went crazy all over facebook… I wanted to bring it back… Thanks to Tish. Enjoy! Happy Full Moon!

Murder He Wrote (Part 1)

He wrote with a deadly pen…

If your name was mentioned in a sentence

The cemetery would be awaiting your entrance 

It was murder he wrote…

Death by notes…

Such killer quotes…

See his pen was given to him by a well known serial killer named Tim…

I guess you can say his pen is possessed…

He knew that

And if you ever posed as a threat…

You will be sentenced to death…

Literally…

Like his ex girlfriend Emily…

She was the first to get it…

She cheated on him with another man.

So with the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Peaking through her window with my knife in hand.  Emily(lightning strikes) has no idea death soon awaits her… HA HA HA…. Her bloody corpse will ease my mind for all those times she cheated on me. So I creep through the back door. She’s alone in the shower.

I’ll wait in the closet where she keeps her towels. The water stops. I hear her walking… wait that’s the door. I peek out, she has left the bathroom. SHIT! She already has a towel. Ok. Plan B. FUCK THAT! I’ma make a noise to bring her to me. I start banging on the closet door. I can hear her voice. She sounds startled. She’s approaching… then she stops… I bang again… She walks in to the bathroom. She looks in the shower… then behind the toilet. HAHA she’s so dumb… then out of no where… BAMMM. I stab her in the neck, then twice in the back, once in the chest. And left the scene a mess… The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Emily(lighting strikes again) 

He has to end every note with… “The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… and the person’s name” for it to work…

Sure enough it did.

Emily was found the next day dead with several Lacerations 

From a slip and fall into a glass table from the second floor of her home.

The one piece of glass to her neck is what killed her.

Or should I say his pen…

“(smirk) em em em.. ahh…”

As he began to thumb through his phone book searching for every person that ever hurt him…

Then he found Turley…

The bully from high school who always used to steal his food…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Look at him cutting into that steak, devouring that plate. I hope Turley (lighting strikes) said grace cuz he’s gonna die today. He was always a glut. He saw food he couldn’t pass it up. Used to always beat me up and steal my lunch. Well this time revenge is sweet… Yea I got his favorite treat… Cheesecake. But this is not your normal cheesecake. This one has a special ingredient, rat poison. This is for all the times he embarrassed me and blackened my eye. He doesn’t remember me I’m sure so I’ll knock on his door with my surprise. Knock Knock. He opens the door… Hi I’m uhh… new to the neighborhood just thought you would like some cheesecake my wife made. “CHEESECAKE! GREAT! MY FAV! THANKS!” Well see ya later neighbor. I crept around to a window just to watch him eat. He didn’t hesitate to attack “My Wife’s” treat. Never to wake up he eventually fell asleep. The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Turley (lighting strikes again) 

The next day Turley was found dead…

He choked on a chicken bone and suffocated himself

It helped the author relieve a lot of stress 

Rubbing his hands together

He searches for whose next…

To be continued…

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#WCW a popular hashtag on this here Wednesday.

I wanted to use the trendiness of this hashtag to shine some more light on how some of these amazing women we celebrate and champion have been victims of sexual assaults. This is not to darken the in most cases harmless celebration of women we think are amazing, but to just raise more awareness and hopefully more respect for women because we really never know what they’re going through behind those smiles we compliment or ask them to make. I was inspired to make this post based on a poem I wrote a while back that spoke from a woman’s POV. (You can read the poem below).

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My good friend Claire asked me the other day and forgive me if I don’t quote it correctly, “what am I standing for or fighting for?” Something like that. And I said “you what everything.” I went on to say I’m not sure how I can get people to understand that. But I remember now. I’m a artist and through my art I will speak on the things I love and the things I stand for and want to fight for. I wanted to start this with how I’m personally connected to this subject.

My Mom, My Maw Maw, Chelle, Jalisa, Claire. 5 women who I know personally and/or on a more intimate level that have admitted to me that they’ve been sexually assaulted and gave me consent to share their photos for this post.

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I want this to be an ongoing thing so if you can relate and consent to me sharing your photo, I’d love to come take your portrait if you’re local. Or if you’re out of town you can send me one. Message me if this interests you.

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The poem is titled “No Longer Silent”

They never really can understand my discernment when It comes to men

Like I pretend to be afraid

I play shy

My no’s mean yes

I just rather play hard to get

Cuz I’m easy at this game of dog chasing after cat

That I actually enjoy sex I just say don’t touch me

That my baby… My baby… Is not a product of a rape gone worse

That my skin doesn’t leak self hate through pores like alcohol I force down my throat to erase memories that only leave momentarily…

That God…

That I’m not sure I still believe in, hasn’t cursed me with a figure that makes men feel the right to disrespect me

That I actually like the abuse I’ve received since the age of 13… Why did my mother silence me?

Why did it take years of being raped

7 attempts on a life I’m not even good enough to take

Raising a child I wasn’t even sure God wanted me to create

And if he did

Why has he chosen such fate for me

I was THIRTEEN

Raped almost everyday by my stepfather

SEVENTEEN RAPED BY SOMEONE I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH

TWENTY raped by a coworker who I thought was my friend

TWENTY-FIVE again by a stranger who became the… Father of my beautiful little girl… WHY NOW!?

Do I want to speak up after being silenced since a kid “This is family business and you don’t tell outside people about what happened to you”

But Momma never listened

All she cared about was making sure stepdad didn’t hit her

So maybe having sex with me was payment for him to not make her bleed

Instead it would be me

You see… Now I know why I speak…

It’s so that little girl like me…

Doesn’t get into the habit of remaining silent…

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