#ava nerio

[scatteredthoughts2]

Don't lose your dreams.

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If we lost our dreams, where would we be,

Would our magic sink beneath the sea,

Would the colors from the rainbow's fade,

Would we lose the sun and live in shade.

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If we lost our dreams what would we do,

Would I never more get to talk to you,

Would the poems we write have no rhyme,

Would our music lose its beat and time.

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If we don't dream, we will lose ourselves,

We will lose our fairies, goblins and elves,

We will lose our reasons for going on,

That's what will happen, if our dreams are gone.

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Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

[myquestformeestaceesm]

A Reflection.

Everything one does and says are pieces of themselves to give Most try to do what they think is best but it’s in moments in which we live Too fast does time go running by and mistakes are too easily made sometimes it’s not enough to merely try and too slow do debts go unpaid.                         ---Ava Nerio , @myquestformeestaceesm

[myquestformeestaceesm]

Sprinkles on one of his Quests, with his friend Lola...  This latest quest is to track down the Meesteecal Blue Butterfly With Pink Spots. See if you can help him find it...

[myquestformeestaceesm]

Breath Easy Now

Relief is surging through my mind For things are not what they seem To wander through troubles just to find That it was all a part of a bad dream. Because reality has shown the truth and everything is now fine Oh, a thought process that was uncouth in it’s worries has been left behind. To breath with an easy feeling and to see with an unclouded sight For the Truth is truly freeing Let our worries not put out it’s light.                                                ---Ava Nerio (My Quest For Meestaceesm)

[myquestformeestaceesm]

A Delectable Walk

I don’t know how, and I don’t know why

these macaroons fall from the sky....

I don’t know how and I just don’t get it.

Natural phenomena doesn’t fit.

They’re in crazy colors, small and round

blues and reds are to be found.

Greens and yellows from the clouds

Pinks and purples seem to crowd-

They come in orange, cream, and brown.

‘Cause macaroons are falling down!

Some fall right into children’s mouths.

but I stand by and just say “Wow”

Though I enjoy a snack or two

Is it me? Or is it strange to you?

For I was outside, on a walk

when rainbow clouds started to stalk

Stopping there, I stood in awe

and looked up to enjoy it all.

‘Twas dropping cookies, small and soft.

I gasped so hard it made me cough.

I ran and ran, but it was too late

To be hit with cookies was my fate!

and I don’t know why; I’m so confused...

I guess I’ll have to act amused

after all, they’re nice and sweet

but they’re falling down onto the street!

Even though they thump on my head

It could be pie striking instead.

But I don’t know how and don’t know why

these macaroons fall from the sky

from rainbow clouds in heaven blue

but you must believe me, ‘cause it’s true!

                                                            ---Ava Nerio

[myquestformeestaceesm]

A Note

Sorry guys, I need a break, here is a piece before I go. I do not know when I’ll be back ...but I might be here later....So... When plans are up in the air and it’s so hard getting started and you cannot see the future ‘cause it’s annoyingly uncharted ---If I do not come for a long time ya’ll just know that I’m not dead and that I very much appreciate who has glanced at this and read: That I’m not very certain that I will be posting as vigorous at least during the holidays... but here’s my unsure inference I’ll see ya’ll until next time! Because I do things when I like to but I’m still very grateful that this note ya’ll have taken your time to  view.                                          ---Ava Nerio (my quest formeestaceesm)

[myquestformeestaceesm]

The Fears and Doubts of Writers

Sometimes I think that when I write

that this poem will be my last

like I will not always have my gift

and my limit’s been surpassed

Like my creativity will go away

my well will eventually dry

I am left with nothing to say

my spark of madness will die

I’m not the only one to think this

and as we type our latest works

we may always end up satisfied

and yet the doubts still lurk...

It is a pounding headache

that is a reappearing wave

it eats away the confidence

we try so hard to save.

It’s a troop of menacing goblins

That have the ability to grow...

They tell you you have no idea

on where you are to go

with sharp and gnashing teeth

and long, and blemished arms

They snatch helpless victims

and they cause us great alarm.

You feed it with your thoughts

even though you want them dead

But you cannot kill your Fears

cause they’re inside of your head.

You’re not afraid to be criticized

but you’re scared you’ll lose your art.

for the monsters we call Fear and Doubt

they want to eat our hearts

but when one feels he’s overcome

his fingers have a weight

too heavy for him to lift them up

the Monster’s have become too great.

                                          ---Ava Nerio (Ourhedgehogsunitethings)

[myquestformeestaceesm]

Carrying On

It’s strange when you have difficulty and then suddenly things are right It’s strange when you are struggling then suddenly have no fright The future seemed so very dark and sadness loomed in the air. Life is not a walk in the park but it’s terrible when we despair But when things seem finally okay sometimes it just feels strange You just go on with your day when yesterday, you filled with rage. This feeling’s a sort of weird relief Though you know it’s not over yet. You had momentary grief but you’ve placed a winning bet: A Winning Bet that you’ll aright no matter how the situation turns out. Hope is there so we can sleep at night It is there so we can pullout--- of negative emotions that bog our soul and cloud and weary our minds Sometimes difficulty takes it’s toll But hope is there to leave tolls behind.                                            ---Ava Nerio (myquestformeestaceesm)