Its not that hard to be nice to someone else. You just have to remember to keep your heart open to the possibilities that kindness shows us.

Liqueur and Dragons

Dragons hiss in quiet stupor
As cinnamon scent washes over the clan
Dragons curl around each other
Sleeping in warmth while they can

Liqueur fueled dreams from a soft party night
Shots all around
Dragons tired from the party
No one expected to fall

Sleeping like puppies
With fidgets and fights
But all warm to a whole

The dragons all nestle
Asleep in their clan
Tired from a celebration of love

About Nessona, and myself.

I spent today thinking about things. From video blogs to tiny bits of memory picked from a shell of consciousness. Wondering why anyone would question me then questioning myself.

A picture says everything. Drawn by my first adopted person, one of my closest friends, Kanny. It shows the part of Nessona that is me, the lover of goomy, the small one who sits there grinning and adjusting my hat because I always adjust what is on my head. Glasses, hat, hair.

And Nessona. How can a fake pokemon, a dead charmander who is also a shiny mega gengar express oneself? How can she claim to be me, while I claim to be her?

It is the world of OCs that our age has encountered. Most diehard pokemon fans have at least one pokesona. Some have more. I personally have several. But Nessona, she was more than a pokesona, she was me.

My first pokemon game was Yellow. An experience in itself, I was the person who kept Pikachu with me at all times. But the free Charmander on the route, as soon as I got it, it was in my party to stay. Charmander was the pokemon I loved before I knew what pokemon was. The little salamander from a tv show on before school, a little twat who wouldn't listen to anyone without them earning respect.

Sure, there was the evolution, but I always felt a connection to charmander. The smallest, the cutest. Squirtle was cooler, and Bulbasaur was tougher...but Charmander was the sassiest.

And so it went.

The yellow game progressed, and I came upon the lovely Lavender tower. Spooky, haunted. My party consisting of Alakazam (gen 1, psychic was overpowered), Pikachu, Charmeleon (at this point), and Butterfree (hey, sleep powder is useful). There, I caught Haunter.

Now my team consisted of a useless electric type who I kept because it followed me around, an OP psychic, an OP ghost, my flaming lizard (and HM champ, because I thought HMs were cool moves), and a butterfly that made things sleep.

The haunter quickly caught my fancy with it's silly attitude, it was dead, but it was still childish. Gengar was the same. I made a headcannon that the line was children and first-evo (child) pokemon.

Then, skip a few years. Kalos comes out. Shiny mega gengar is a beautiful white child. WITH GAUNTLETS! The part of me that loved gengar melted. I was besotten.

But I still related heavily with charmander as well.

So, Nessona was born. A ghost of a charmander, who had been a shiny gastly in the afterlife, stuck in a mega evolution due to unforseen circumstances (she was buried with an everstone, a reminder to stay young in heart). White with tints of orange, gauntlet arms, and eyes that change color randomly.

And she was me. A person who suffers depression, yet lives for helping and caring for others. I have a sad mind, she has a sad backstory.

And for the sake of others, we smile.

Stream of Consciousness 1

Warm butterbeer, freshly made, yours truly.
Cinnamon because I like to treat myself
A cure for all that ails you, whether it is writer's block or insomnia.
A cure for all that is cold.

Thoughts flow onto the page like route 1 pidgey looking for a battle
Music plays sonnets, songs you own but have never heard
Computer makes noises, warm computer noises
Mouse click click typing clack clack clack clack clack
Spoon stirring drink

Dipping my cookie
British Biscuit
Butterbeer warms the mind
Burnt tongue, no matter, keep drinking
Its so good

Trash on the desk, your accumulated treasures
A note floating around
A crossword puzzle, never finished, ritz crackers, 3/4 gone
Birdskull necklace, hairspray - great for killing hornets

Cinnamon oil, smells good, tastes wonderful
Burns mouth
Pains skin
Toilet paper hovering nearby
in case of allergies, in case you sneeze

Glass paperwieghts, three baby dragons, jellyfish, owl, want more
Who am I?
Why would anyone read this?
I am useless.

Writing for me, not for them
They are the haters, the ones who tell you to stop
You can't achieve your dreams because they are stupid.
I can achieve whatever I want, go to hell
Achieving dreams

Warm butterbeer, mug hot against arm
Clacking of keys on the keyboard
Shotglass, upside down for the past month - sign that I'm not drinking as much as I'd like
Cookie uneaten, I don't want to eat it ugh
Feeling fat despite healthy diet
Love veggies, don't eat a lot, what is this fat

Death like a mewtwo, fate awaits
Finish your wonderlocke soon, for Groudon will murder you
Shiny hunting in other games instead, Team Magma can wait
Butterbeer is still hot, wow.

Poem 2

When you blink and your face is inches away
From mine
I see you crying and I know
Tears like dvd scratches, always hiding the most important things
Smudged makeup on cheeks
Smudged lipstick on nose

Do you ever feel like a piece of trash
Never really cared for
Downtrodden
And unloved in all the wrong ways
Unloved by myself
Trash in my heart

Give me a hug love
I care for you
Nothing about you is trash to me
Please remember I care
Please remember I made you loved
Your tears are like stabs in my own heart
Your tears are like punches in my gut

How can you know you love me
How can you claim you care
I am nothing, I am nothing
I am nothing
Nothing

Charming Butterflies

My eyes were open
Butterflies in the meadow
Landing on, tasting my tears
Tears for myself

The black dog chased me,
Brought me down
Tackled me to
The ground

The blood from my wrists
Fertilized the grass
As the black dog ripped
My lower half

And butterflies danced on my face
Tasting my tears
Calling them delicious
Dancing in joy

The sweet darkness embraced me
Like a mysterious lover
Holding me above
Feeding me joy

The butterflies were charming
More charming than a disney prince
Eating my tears and blood
Scaring the black dog away

It was less of a dog now
More of a wolf
I'd rather embrace darkness than suffer

The butterflies danced
Over a feast.

Momma Nessy Blog!

Oh, hello there world!

I am Momma Nessy. You may know me from my Youtube Channel, or if not, welcome anyway!

I love writing, video games, and in general being fun. I love art of my pokesona, Nessona, featured as the picture on my blog (she will also be featured in weekly posts!)

While I am not what you'd expect at first sight, I am quite entranced with doing everything possible to make my life awesome. I do what makes me happy, in an intelligent and productive manner.

Writing daily helps me exercise my brain, and I hope you strap in to read as often as I write. I'll be writing a number of things. From poetry and embarrassing stories, to short fiction pieces and reviews (on books, food, places, etc)

Please enjoy, and attempt not to cry!