Fuck Pretty!!
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I am a song-writer, author, priest and a median.
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Stories (9/0)
Grave Yard
I could hear a women say no in grief, as there was someone walking like a monster with a mouth full of needles hanging out of it, by the projects. The Spanish people said it was Halloween as NYC streets turned to sands and two Spanish men tried to lore me into a hotel room. They said this is Egypt and they wanted me sick. They close the curtains and I see Brittany with the same Spanish guy she has on her Facebook is there too. Then I fall asleep, and I could see my lover surrounded by a lot of women in a hotel, and I could see his eyes opened wide. There was a man driving a black car looking for me with a gun, but since he could not find me, he puts the gun to his mouth. I wake up out of insanity and a racing heart. I tried to stay home and stay calm but something too me over the edge when I kept thinking about my dream. I wish I had a friend to keep me calm so I can stay in my room waiting for help. Like he is fine he’s a grown man he can protect himself. It is me who needs to stay put and relax, just relax. But no, I ran into the night, and I went to far in this black ocean and that same man from me dream came to me. His words were do you like me. I looked in joseph’s direction and saw he would not pen the door to me, and I dreamed my dream and I fell. I was too scared to run knowing he had a gun. I was dead either way. I told him to take me to joseph and he took me by the oasis hotel then to pelham garden. Where I seen everything happen. I was too scared to ask for help or to scream, I thought to run by the highway and get help. I knew no one in this hotel was going to help me. I was dead, and they was repeating history of lana del rey summertime sadness. I went down this hallway that seemed familiar with him. He opened the door I went inside, he stopped me from going into the bathroom. The way he was acting scared me so I tried to open the hotel door but it was like someone was holding it from the outside unlocked or locked the door would not open. I look at the man and he is just laying on the bed pretending to be asleep. I then end up on the bed where he hits me and acts weird, and I could not move. Due to all the poison that I put in myself over the years with the hospital I am always passing out when I don’t want to sleep its not normal. So, I went to sleep, and I woke up to an injection down my throat and I was burning. He then dropped me off down my block to where the Spanish people were. He had long hair, nice cheekbones, shorter than 5’2 very strong. I just knew who this was, and I felt so sad where I spent my nights for the past 3 years burning with boils all over me, strokes, screaming out of my sleep, my skin peeling off. Then the acs and act team took me and tried to kill me through mental health services. I got a vision they were going to murder me and lie about it saying I committed suicide. But I survived because I thought about my daughter and sister. I went through all that sadness and fought my way back to life. I had no energy nothing. I did not understand how these people are running around with injections of diseases it had to come from the hospital no? All my neighbors made fun of me calling me a sick dog, laughing at me and telling me I was going to get beat up. It never was joseph who was apart of it, I see. Just the women who are following the Bronx Beyonce is what they call her. She did everything. The police had turned this into titanic in 2013 and they said they’re job was not to keep me safe. I should of knew better to defend myself more or call my mother let her tell me what to do to go back home safe no raped. The police, hospital and gangs did something really big just to find out it was never joseph. But the Spanish people are getting people sick and theres a lady screaming at me saying im a prostution and looking at me looks like your screaming at an 8 year old child. Pretty sad. The same women began to say I cant let joseph see me too pretty or they will fuck me up. So they get me raped, rob me, and lock me up in a mental hospital and plot on ways to kill me to make it look like I was an heroin addict and It was suicide. I was their god and mary was Katherine. She was jasmine they said I had to fight her. She even tempted joseph to rob me for her. She told me why do I need money same thing the Spanish people bully me outside for. She was one of the pimps ruining my life and taking my soul away. Where she then called police on me she told them to get me and she was the boss and they listen. They come to my home and put her over the phone to let me know when im being locked up in the mental hospital. She’s a spoiled brat bullying me with the line of women using that man just for sex nothing else. I wake up and I can hear them laughing at me and partying and they told me he had cancer. I went back to sleep and see he was with the Spanish people and the white girls too and he had cancer because of them and the black girls were with them to riding with him, on him for him. He was all wrinkled and smoking a cigarette like they took all his energy and used him up. I never even had a chance to have him it was already over since the moment we first talked on valentines day. A few years later they put me in a mental hospital for valentines day. They said here now you can go get joseph and I got sicker with no money and hard to get ajob. But then they went crazier and more savage and played their cards right. There was no way out if I stay home the ambulance would be called on me to go back in for lock up and if I go outside im dead, and if I ask for a job its no . everything is no they pulled a rihanna. I had to give them my soul, my life, my money, my heart, my vagina, my ass, my mouth, my clothes, my documents, my everything like a slave. Where they even took my personality and identity. My doctor said I was going to be someone big. I knew it too when I wrote all my music and poetry and if I was pretty all the option I had for my work. But now I had nothing because I had to give everything to the women who were looking for jospehs attention until they are done with him. It has nothing to do with anything else. Then the hospital locks me up for two years straight giving me an injection that made me want to commit suicide i stood up for 4 days they said it was a mood stabilizer. I call the hospital they lie to me say its zyprexa and said only doctors can get that information. I tried to report the injustice and crimes I dont know anybody heard but im dying. My sister was kidnapped and dying screaming at the top of her lungs. While everyone is just partying having fun and robbing all my hard work god gave to me to shit on everyone and build confidence and win this war. They were lingerie and play colombiana. Why do I have to die and my soul taken because you wnat a aman what do I have to do with anything. This is where I have wrote quotes for victoria secret and these are the typeof women i like they have a good soul. The ones out here in bronx nottoo much they are evil.
By Fuck Pretty!!3 years ago in Fiction
Foggy Waters
I heard my voice sing it was the first time hearing myself sing. It sounded amazingly beautiful in so much power. It was so professional and developed really strong and I was singing to the song wicked game by daisy gray, but this time my voice sounded like it was catching up to her level. Like I can sing this by myself for a cover too or to another song. I could sing. Maybe I can sing my own writings.
By Fuck Pretty!!3 years ago in Confessions
Brown Paper Box.
This was the worst summer I had ever lived yet. I just had finished the most horrible pregnancy ever. I got jumped by trey way gang, hospital, act team, acs, and all my baby father ex-girlfriends and hoes and his friends were against me. I felt like I was in deep shit and just stood home where my mom can keep me safe. My baby father is just the worst ever. I can't even talk anymore about what he has done to me without feeling like losing my mind. But as I stay home where it is safe I am praying and storms are raining in heavy. Everyone in Nyc knows something is happening from all the loud thunders that sounds like sweet mary stomping her feet and the severe lightning and the rain, to the moons to the lights. Sounds like god bent his bow and is getting ready to strike the enemies of his child he loves dearly. Alot of weird activity occuring in nyc. We had lights that you only see like in the north pole I think it is show up only people on mickle avenue are witnesses to it. It is just war, just like in winters war the huntsman and I am ravenna except I am shorter and hiding behind candles because they about to stab my heart. I keep dreaming with the police who police cars arrive at night time to my home. In my dream they said the police were going to slaughter me if I did not move out of my home. They were mafia of course crooked. I then woke up ran to my bible because I have to pray every day all day until I am safe and saved, because I am going to die and nobody hears me. They had robbed all my artwork for anybody to look my way to hear my voice and pay attention to me. So now I must pray for attention and leave everything to gods judgement and punishments. So as I read the bible I then use the strategy they taught me at a church group in st.benedicts. They taught us about just placing your hand over the bible and asking god to give you signs. I went to some corner stone group meeting and I can't remember much, but I think I stood over night. It was some very pretty tall lady there she was so stunning, and the rosary she gave me was my favorite. It was red with the holy spirit on it, beautiful rosary I have ever been given at a church. She also gave me another one when I lost it when I told her, and it had the virgin mary this time. I took that and I started doing it. I need to know more to save my life. So I placed my hand over the bible it came to scriptures where it basically told me to run and that someone innocent was going to die and this was goodbye. I had saved the pages and folded them but since I can't remember where it is because of the robberies that occured of stolen paintings, music, and money I have no proof of the actual pages I was taken to when I had asked god questions on what was going on. The only proof I have is writing my religion book on how to have gods power and my story. Maybe when I buy another bible I will look for the scriptures for alot of things was stolen. And the mafia does not want any proof they break the laptops and steal all phones and everything of proof and take away all our money. Anybody who helps me they will take them down. We are basically in a slave house. Anywho with that being said two days later I had received a package. The fed ex man had given me a box with the wrong name and I already opened the box. It was a pair of shoes it had our address on it I thought it was for us. So I quickly ran outside and chased the fed ex truck down the block from where I lived and gave him back the shoes. I then ran back to my home. The very same day in the night time a police car was parked outside my house. A lot of police and ambulance be parked and all over this block a lot. I had no idea but I was so nervous I am scared of the police from all the harassment they do to me and I am scared of the ambulance from all the bullying they do to me too. They get mad if we record them too. The police stood on the block for about an hour long and I made sure I stood quiet in my mothers room. I felt like one of those kids in germeny hiding in a holocaust. I feel sorry for the criminals and their hearts when they know they are hiding and the police there. My heart literally dropped and went in full panic mode and I could not breathe. Just shaking everything in my bones and nerves. But they left off the block, they only let me go because they left out of my house with all my music and paintings. The police do alot of illegal things with the hospital and Im starting to see why things dont change. If people know what I know they will understand that they are gangs too, they just call themselves mafia and its if they want to let you go, when it comes to police brutality and hospital violations. I thank god I didnt keep those shoes in my home because the fed ex man probably would of said he left it in my address and I would of probably been arrested I dont know. The police do alot of things I can not explain maybe I will write fiction short stories and add flavor and spice to make books out of on what I have known and been through. But I am oh so upsetI am not able to show you the exact scriptures for proof god does exist and he does saves and helps. Miracles do happens and he will move the world for you. He will do anything you ask of him if he has picked you as one of his roses.
By Fuck Pretty!!3 years ago in Criminal
Golden Summer.
Golden summer. Butterflies rising beating wild in soft, burning hearts. Love is greeted with warmth of the sun. Flowers smiling and dancing with joy and happiness. Rainbows over the sky when love is sweeter than sour. The sun light sparkles through trees, just like in the water of the ocean. Prayers ring church bells. The smell of a fresh new start. Blessings bring me romantic roses. Finally, my roses grew, roses so beautiful. I waited so long in patience all through the darker winter. Love, Love, Love comes to me. His love finally speaks and touches me. He isn't that shy little stinky boy I met back then, when I was hot in my flesh, ready for him, free and beautiful like the butterflies in the open wildness. Love, Love, Love comes to me and I couldn't be anymore luckier; for him to call me over. Instead of packing my bookbag and running to leave on that train, or stealing some money for a taxi ride. So he can keep me as his secret. I should of packed it up and ran away and begged. I just left without thinking straight and went in his direction. I message him, I'm at your house and he shows up about 10 minutes after. I feel so nervous I have no idea what I am doing, but I follow him into his home. He took me in as something different than any other home I went into. It was like my lucky charms, this is my man, this is life and freedom here. This is a man who can bring me anything and give me everything. I am in so much innocence and was too scared laying on his bed. I have never let any other man touch me in these ways. I wish he had a conversation with me and I wished I yelled and screamed to take me. I couldn't go back home. This is my chance to escape the storms and tragedies. This is my chance to live again and be happy. But since we did not talk and he stold my money. He didnt even think twice about my virginity and he lost it all right there and then. He gave me the feelings of I can't come to him for money. I was not there to use him, I wanted him, but can't be with him because of my past and money problems. Give me back my money I say and he says he never took it, like I didnt just see it right in front of my face. Like I was just some insane, psyche, mental patient. You do not love if you steal money, you do not love if you do not prey and kill your women. He had me looking everywhere else but him now for a chance at life. He pushed me into the water, over the cliffs. I wished I just tell him I'm a virgin and I need to hide somewhere safe like a butterfly laying its eggs under leaves. Take me I am yours, protect me before I am baby all gone. All I wanted to do was give you a love nobody else had and that made everything in you believe in love. I love in lust and without lust I can not love. I planned just being locked away in your room in chains, with this fruit yet bit into. So close to true love, fairytales popping up from our book. Why did you steal my money? Why was you so quick to get rid of me? What do you think about me? What was your plans? Why? Why? Why? He goes to the library to meet up with his girlfriend and I go back home to where everything is dry, and witches laugh with their magic spells of bad luck. I lay on the floor not a word to my crush, not a word from him back, laying on the ground praying and praying. I still have a chance, be more patient it will come back to you and if it does it is meant to be yours. I say to myself. I pray through the bible all day long the whole entire summer. I am so close to having a family, a man, a life, freedom, love. But this summer I did not get my job, I am 5 roses down from getting what I want now. If I had been given that opprotunity I would have had my twelve roses in my hands, walking to love, love, love that comes to me. We met again in a high school I transferred to that I had to beg to get into, because my mom wanted me too. I was better off not in the same high school as the man who robbed me the first time I was bound to be cursed by him again. Golden summers started falling and drying out colors as Autumn leaves. He trys so hard to get my attention, when I was already his. I am just upset you take my money and I am hiding a secret, only a man who is willing to take me would know about. Nobody knew nothing until you let me go. I try to talk to him but he kept pushing me away, what is wrong with him I think. One day I went out with a mexican girl who begged me to go with her she said we was going to rob people for money. I drank with strangers and ended up in prostution. I knew I had lost another rose for Jospeh. I lost and when I finally gave it to him the way he smiled and was so happy made me happy. If I cannot satifsy him I am not happy and I am just riding along. One mistake happened but then i kept repeating it. Then I lost him and now he would not look at me like he used to. It was puppy love and he needed to just take me and treat me like his child. I believe in ultraviolence and once he stopped giving me that I thought he did not love me I saw him moving back. I wondered what did they tell you when you took my phone from me, I don't know these men, it an auction of who wants me. I live in like a third world country and I am looking for a man, you can take my phone and breka it and shut down my facebook if you want to. Its up to you how bad do you want me because I am on the run. I started feeling myself lose him in my heart.What did they tell you? I lost more roses and as time began to slip out of our hands faster I was back on my bed dreaming of him and he was somewhere else smoking his cigarette. I was listening more and more to lana del rey and singing like he wanted me to. I found myself more laying in the water burying my mind underneath. All I see is how I let them use me and how many ways I could of gotten out, but I am a baby. Helpless and does not know how to speak. I wished I had callen him on my way to walk to the train station. I wish I can take everything back, I wish he was more different to me. Can you not smell and see the water rising up to me. I cry listening to her because I understand and the meaning of her blue jeans and how bad it hurts. I can only see him with another women always, but this time in my dreams he had cancer, because of the white girl. I had lost and now im just running wild after being burnt and depressed laying on my bed missing him so much. I loved him with everything in me, without him I am nothing and running. Every women of his came to me to fight me, when I am not the one keeping him from you, he has a secret. The only way for me to survive was being with a man and riding and moving on. I pray I can sing the hurt away when I need to, and singing, maybe I can find his heart in the crowd. Maybe he would look at me again when I sing. Maybe I can save myself with a song just for a minute. If I can't have him I have to work and ride because then I will die in the streets of nyc in and out of a mental hospital until I am sleeping in roses thrown at me. I have dreamed and woke up in heart attacks, I been depressed, lonely, drowning, dying, going insane again without him. I'm always watching him like a sleeping volcano. I am scared to leave my house because I will die again walking this earth with nothing for me and nobody to save me. I love him and marigolds are planted with grief, sorrow, mourning of my broken heart. My summertime sadness, if I sing will you come to me with love, love, love?
By Fuck Pretty!!3 years ago in Poets
Pear Tree.
It started off with just a simple my friend has a crush on you. The air full of sunlight and roses blooming. She then turned and looked and had love at first sight. He was so cute. She said she liked him waited for him to say something, then walked away. He just sat there starring with shyness on his gym spot on the floor in middle school. He was silent and she was silent. She rose was like a pear tree virgin and child. So much innocence in the child and barley speaks. She's just a rose silent and waiting to be given or taken. She then moved away and always thought about him, this crush. She always had in her mind she had to find him, It was like the wind was calling her to him almost. She slept all her days and always made sure she was ready to attract any insects around outside. He was never to be found so she always slept and hid away in her room. She had moved so far from him when she was about to be so close to him on 241st. But my mom picked Crotona avenue. The worst mistake she could have ever have done. Rose then finds herself with neighbors who are enemies. The same neighbors she had on gunhill. How could my mother have moved next to the same family that bullied you and daddy? Her neighbors the women were always mad at her and talking gossip about her always. But rose knew they were just jealous of her so she keeps walking with pride and confidence. Her neighbors like to put her down alot and like to throw voodoo and piss at her, or try to jump her. Trying to run her over. They laughed at her when she was a virgin waiting for marriage. They laughed and said where is your god? I'm crying now because it is true where is my god? Where is my marriage? Where is all those dreams of mines that I have talked to god about all these years. I had a girl living in my hosue trying to sell me into prostution she told me I was lana del rey. Then left. She was apart of teh mafia and a girl group who was fucking her dream guy and said they would kill her for him. They did alot of stuff to her and he didnt want to talk to her anymore. Out of desperation she went with a guy who said they would buy her food shopping instead she got drugged up and used and sent back home in seziures in the same spot a rapper had poste din his music video. She wanted to get out of the car cus she said she thought she saw jospeh ran after her. the mad said oh no and screamed at her and rove off. Rose then became more suicidal it went from being rapped in her sleep to sexual harassment and then it was just like a child, tricking them into getting something and doing something else. Her innocence was then lost now and she was bleeding ever since her birthday. The man who took her said they were sharks she didnt understand it until now. Her marraige was then divorced due to division of pears. Jopseh should of never stolen her money she would not be with strangers looking for money, he pushed her away and then when he finally wanted her it was too late. She was taken and he was gone like blue jeans from lana del rey. Ever since she met him she has had alot of bad luck. He was first in place and had everything he could ever want from friendship to lover. But he ruined it by lying, stealing and all the game he played. Love is lost and he lost his baby. Long story short he pushed her into prostution and she lost her mind, because she loved him and planned her whole life with him. Every time she tried to talk to him he didnt want to hear it. She was flowers and he touched her with fire and she died. He put put her down so much she broke and felt so worthless for everyone to use her their was no point in anything she had no family no friends and she lost him and she could give her virginity to him because he waited 2years of knowing her to make his move. Now she doesnt believe in love and is for everyone and just rides like lana. She sits on her bed just thinking about everything and how this body and heart was only meant for you. But he could not see that she was a child, just take her she is looking at you and only you. But now shes looking at everyone and not you because you thought she was like every other women you came across. He was the worst she never had and doesnt want him back because it will kill her to suicide. Without him she will die so she stays alone. He messed up a love that was heaven sent it was never her fault she tried and he failed. His love is plain like coffee. She crys in her heart and screams for what he has done to her not to mention all the women trying to take her down that stand in a line all sharing him, ,but wont share him with her. He did the same thing her neighbors did to her in crotona and just like that love spilled into the snow like roseblood, she will never love again and learned alot about love, it doesnt exist.
By Fuck Pretty!!3 years ago in Fiction
What gives me peace?
Each day we skillfully navigate through difficult moments and decisions in our lives. Whether our jobs are pushing us to the limit, or our families require more of our attention. There’s always a tug or war between showing up for ourselves and for others. This is why we want to hear about how you disconnect from the world. I will tell you how I leave the world and live in fantasy lane. How you give yourself a well-deserved mindful making break. In this passage I will be telling you all about what activities I love. The activities that give me inner peace. Like mediating in the sun to make room for inner peace and so forth. Learning and discovering hidden talents and passions. Just following my passions for art. All the things that keep me grounded and ease the stress of my routine. Just a few things that keep me inspired and what inspires my wild creativity.
By Fuck Pretty!!3 years ago in Poets
