Spiritual Awakening

2015-03-302015-03-30 Miss Poison Belief, Books, Death, Experience, Faith, Family, Honesty, In Memory, Intuition, Life, Loss, Love, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Spirituality, Writing Books, Death, Faith, Family, Honesty, Loss, Love, Numerology, One Last Time by John Edward, Spirits, Spirituality, Symbols, The Afterlife, Writing

I woke up this morning hearing my name being called. At 4:00 a.m. I woke up screaming, mostly because I'm tired, in pain, and did not want to be disturbed. I truly wanted to wake up refreshed, even if it meant I had to take something for pain later on, I just wanted the goddamn … Continue reading Spiritual Awakening

Is Time Really The Great Healer?

2015-02-242015-02-25 Miss Poison Honesty, Life, Loss, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sadness, Spirituality, Voice, Writing Blessings, Death, Grief, In Memoriam, Life, Loss, Mourning, My Mother, Pain, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sadness, Writing

Each year on her birthday and the anniversary of her death, I try to memorialize my mother in some way. Writing is the best way I know how, outside of talking about her with those that loved her. One day my children will be able to look back on what is written about their Grandmother, they … Continue reading Is Time Really The Great Healer?

Grief Is

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Grief is like a snowflake? If you want to be poetic about it, okay. If you want to be honest about it, which I am going to be, grief is a demonic fucker that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I buried my father seven years ago today. The morning of the … Continue reading Grief Is

Seven Years

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Seven years can change everything. I walked out of the house the other day and for the first time, I did not have issues about this moment. It's not about 'coming to terms', but maybe it's about 'coming to a new place'. Maybe it is a sign that my soul has learned how to handle this … Continue reading Seven Years

Life Is Not Profound…

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“Life is not profound without its own tragedy. It humbles us. Sets the bar for our introspection. Keeps us from believing we are gods. Puts our egos in check.” ―Crystal Evans

F&CK CANCER

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https://represent.com/stephen This campaign has already raised over one million dollars. I will proudly be sporting two different pieces from this collection, in different colors. Cancer has deeply affected my life. It has taken the lives of more than half of my family, including my Grandmother, Uncle, and father. It is a cruel, evil disease and … Continue reading F&CK CANCER

Goodbye November

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Goodbye November Some months are good to you, and others are a bitch. Sometimes a month is riddled with bad news, negativity, hostility, and unhappiness. When a month is ugly, you need to say goodbye, and leave it behind you. It’s senseless to constantly look behind you to the bad when the future is going … Continue reading Goodbye November

My Writing Roots

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My Writing Roots We all start somewhere, especially in terms of writing. My roots are steeped in tradition in the sense that I come from a family well versed with the written and spoken word. I, myself, have a way with words. There’s not a lot I won’t say. I’m direct, I have no time … Continue reading My Writing Roots