Sweet sisterhood

This blog is for my sister. She has inspired me to write and I hope she doesn’t mind. First let’s go back in time about three years ago I was a junior in high school and fresh set on easy living.

One of my friends at the time had pulled me aside to introduce me to her, without really meaning too.
We had fun and I knew from the start of things she was different than any other friend.
One day I saw her pull out a book that sparked an interest between us. We followed that path together, finding sweet flower petal cups and magic in a college town.

We spent our time not in school but with mother nature, everyday if we could. She had a jeep that I swear could’ve flown us to the moon if we would’ve tried.
It took us to special place where corruption doesn’t live and you leave no trace. We had found a sanctuary and it was beautiful. I remember the rock maze like it was yesterday.
The way the stars lit up the whole sky and the coyotes howled to the blue moon.
This my readers, this place we would not have found on our own.

We would adventure past there and on to empty fields with setting suns, local pools underneath the changing skies, we saw the sun and moon fly into us and pass by. We took moments and saved them in time when we went to the metal bridge and there was that oh so cold whip of the fall winds. Wrapped in blankets and friends close by we returned to the sanctuary to watch those same stars fall from their place in the sky.

Not long after that graduation was in sight but things were getting worse for me so I dropped out to survive.
Time has kept spinning since then but now my younger sister is a mother and I love that baby like we’ve always been kin. Her place beside me hasn’t changed one bit, we are stronger yet.

She may not know how proud of her I am, but here it is. She may be young but she is strong. She is wiser than most parents and cares for only her child as she should. A mother who would fight anyone who’d try and tell her otherwise including quack job doctors.

She is a goddess in the kitchen and I can only hope she teaches me. She’s my sister maybe not blood but most defiantly magic. And without a doubt family. Sisterhood is the greatest gift other than motherhood.

She is the inspiration I need when I think i’m going through something rough. She has always been there to help me if I ever needed, or needed a voice to stand up for me when I wasn’t there to do it myself.

She and I have grown much since high school, we may have strayed from each other in the past through distance and time but our bond will always live.

She’s the kind of sister I can meet up with and feel like I never left. The one who understands me in more ways then just my words, when it only takes a look to convey a conversation, I know she’s my sister.

I know big momma likes to work wonders but I would have never imagined I’d be so lucky.

I thank my stars every night for such a blessed life. Sisterhood we’re thicker than thieves, we know each others fears and we know each others dreams.

No matter who tries to break us apart we are above all that, and face it, way too smart. Things will happen and things will be said but I’ll love my sister even after I’m dead.

This is true, if you have a sister, you probably feel like I do. This blogs for you, and you know who you are, my sweet sister remember i’m never too far.

Hazey )O(



Scary scary monster comin at me fast,
A very evil witch I’d say has passed.
Nightmare Oh Nightmare
Why do you come,
I’m only trying to rest here, don’t make me glum.

You don’t creep up slow one bit,
You’re like a raging wave crashing and shit.

I don’t enjoy those nights you steal, why can’t you see my dreams feel real.
Then when you leave me without a trace in sight, like a one night stand, a jerk in the night.

I am left with the visions of the past, to haunt me while you get the laugh.
My greatest fears you pick out like gold, you throw them in my face and tell me what isn’t bought or sold.

You play your games at my expense and I’m left feeling out of sense.
Nightmare Oh Nightmare
I wished you’d all just go away
Pack your baggage and flee the states.

Yet here I am the morning after with all these thoughts of chaos and disaster.
Some tears are shed when my fears are seen, irrational thoughts quickly turn mean.

I fight the pillow in bed not awake surely it’s a Nightmare instead, please be fake. I wake to see nothing was real but here I am giving you the spill.

This poem goes out to all my blessed family and friends for you should know my fears so maybe
my Nightmares will end.
I fear losing what special people I know, I fear losing touch and not being close. I fear not loving enough or doing the most.

We all have fears and there mine are, maybe if we get them out they won’t become who we are.

For now I must hope my Nightmares will end, until we meet again you slimy dark fiend.

I’ll Call That Hand!

Ever played Poker, knowing that your opponent is smiling with glee like they’re walking out with the loot of cash and candies in the middle of the table, but you know deep down it’s bullshit. So here’s me calling you out on your hand, you lay em down and you got a pair of twos. Yep. It was all bullshit.

Let me spin you a tell, if you’ve got a moment to spare.

In my community there is what she likes to call herself “A Bad Witch” now as to not offend right away she states this is a “joke.” Anyone laughing yet?

This is how I perceive her latest post, I’m calling bullshit. Common knowledge, She is a professor in english and I am a high school drop-out. I may not be able to dazzle you with big words but I smell bullshit a mile away and it don’t hurt me none laying it out for everyone to see, come on show me your cards! This witch has written a blog that finally inspired to me combat it. Now all of you are very smart and can take from this what you will.

I will even link her blog to mine so you may go back and read hers if you so wish. She has said that is she were truly the bad witch she would give you honesty, real-love, she’d make you sweat and poke you with a stick to watch you squirm. Now I don’t know what fairy-tales she got read as a yougin’ but I ain’t never heard so much crap in my small existence. She also goes on to state:

“The Good Witch is the one that gives you someone else’s ruby slippers and tells you that magic can and should be used to get all the candy in the candy store. The Good Witch brings you a metaphorical soda-pop and a snack, pacifies you with anesthetizing stories, gains your trust and promises to protect you from The Bad Witch.

All while running your prints.

That, my friends, is The Good Witch.”

Then she says:

“Most likely, The Good Witch is all touchy-feely and lulls you with a false sense of love: initially preferred to “tough love” for its saccharine charisma. But how nourishing is saccharine?

The Good (“Fun”/“Alluring”/“ Mollifying”) Witch only offers “false love” – that psudo-psychology term for the kind of relationship that poses as love but really asks for sacrifice in return for domination and abdication of selfhood, the kind of “love” that hampers personal growth out of fear of being surpassed, outdone, or abandoned, the kind of “love” that wants us to limit contact with others by making us doubt, mistrust or be suspicious of others. What’s more, it’s the kind of “love” that makes others doubt, mistrust or be suspicious of us.”

Well seems like to me your definitions of good and bad got all screwy somewhere down the rough road.

Here’s how she perceives the bad witch, if it were her.

“The Bad Witch is direct, will call you out on poor manners, will tell you when you’ve effed up (and will, likely provide a way to make it better), will make you very uncomfortable if you are lying, and will leave when your company has become trying. However, TBW will not deceive you. What you see is what you get. It’s all on the sleeves of her scary, scary black robe.”

Not to mention “If The Bad Witch is the one who tells you the truth,The Good Witch must be full of shite.”

Wow, now that the world is on its way to being upside down lets add a little more fuel to this girls fire.

“The Bad Witch will goad you into thinking for yourself. And then let you make informed choices, sometimes you will do this kicking and screaming. But she will be devoted to supporting your choices. That’s hard work – for both of you.

But where does that road lead? Not many are willing to travel alongside a Bad Witch down a tough road. 

The Good Witch, on the other hand, wants to tell you what to think, who to care about, what to do/read/eat, when to jump and just how high; then she will pat you on the head like a good puppy when you comply. This is a much easier road – for both of you.

But where does that road lead? Are you willing to follow a Good Witch down a false road?

Many are.

I pray for them.” 

And this my readers is how her blog ended. The way I see it, The Bad Witch will in a moment change her colors and play the cards of The Good Witch only to further trick and confuse us all. The Bad Witch will lie to your face, promise you all the candies in the candy store and manipulate you into killing a cat.

Now all of you know one of my main problems with this here blog was that I dont enjoy/use labels or stereotypes. I cringe when someone runs off screaming “Oh no black magic, bad witches, good witches. ..etc.” In my eyes there is no good or bad witch, rather a bad or good person, and if you had pure balance you would know they are one in the same. Magic is Magic, don’t deface it by labeling others as Good Witches or Bad or Evil or Lame. Be truthful say “that bitch is a bad person,” but please dont bring magic into it.

Now let’s look at this Bullshit hand one more time.

If my momma teaches me to cook a family dinner, feeds me, entertains my youth with tellings of her glory days as a wild-chile, lends me a place to sleep if ever needed, is there for me if I should ever need  an ear to listen, a hand to hold, or an asskicken to be delivered I know I can count on her. Does she sound like a bad person yet? No. Okay. According to *The Bad Witch* it does.

A mother who puts her family first, gives everything she can so at the end of the day when the sun sets she can relax in her rockin chair and share fried green tomato recipes, a woman who never tells you what do to, when to jump or how high, a woman who sweats love and asks nothing in return but respect. Yet still *The Bad Witch* says she must be fake.

Well hon I got news for you, you can’t fake love like this.

The road we travel is not smooth by any-means, it is rocky and full of hard times ahead but we oathed to one another to make that journey, to stick together when a bad witch posions an apple, when to bite our tongue and learn a little grace. To know, beyond all else to be who you are and do what makes you happy. And you know what I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Oh and please don’t pray for me.

http://abadwitch.wordpress.com/2012/07/12/bad-witch-goad-witch/ ( here’s the link I promised earlier)