Ali Avenue
Converse rhapsody, hot pink catastrophe.
California dreaming,
smile not short of gleaming.
Nail polish funky,
behavioral spunky.
Gaga worship,
graceful slip.
-------
“Ali Avenue,
where dreams come alive.
Wishes granted,
upon your arrive.
Tourist fancy,
leave your worries at the door.
Sightseeing adventure,
hazy realm to explore.”
-------
Rainbow painting,
satisfaction tainting.
Motherhood experience,
fairytale suspense.
Make-up shield,
refusing to yield.
M. Monroe adoration,
prohibiting intimidation.
-------
“Ali Avenue,
where dreams come alive.
Wishes granted,
upon your arrive.
Tourist fancy,
leave your worries at the door.
Sightseeing adventure,
talented lore.”
-------
Jonas moon riding,
and a little Ke$ha hiding.
Sumo fight
during boyfriend plight.
Photography apprehension,
model release tension.
Flower child handmade,
never missing the grade.
-------
“Ali Avenue,
where dreams come alive.
Wishes granted,
upon your arrive.
Tourist fancy,
leave your worries at the door.
Sightseeing adventure,
similar to afore.”
-Robin Jones
California dreaming,
smile not short of gleaming.
Nail polish funky,
behavioral spunky.
Gaga worship,
graceful slip.
-------
“Ali Avenue,
where dreams come alive.
Wishes granted,
upon your arrive.
Tourist fancy,
leave your worries at the door.
Sightseeing adventure,
hazy realm to explore.”
-------
Rainbow painting,
satisfaction tainting.
Motherhood experience,
fairytale suspense.
Make-up shield,
refusing to yield.
M. Monroe adoration,
prohibiting intimidation.
-------
“Ali Avenue,
where dreams come alive.
Wishes granted,
upon your arrive.
Tourist fancy,
leave your worries at the door.
Sightseeing adventure,
talented lore.”
-------
Jonas moon riding,
and a little Ke$ha hiding.
Sumo fight
during boyfriend plight.
Photography apprehension,
model release tension.
Flower child handmade,
never missing the grade.
-------
“Ali Avenue,
where dreams come alive.
Wishes granted,
upon your arrive.
Tourist fancy,
leave your worries at the door.
Sightseeing adventure,
similar to afore.”
-Robin Jones
Friendship Bracelet
Tied together nicely with
a pink leopard print ribbon.
A green peace heart for me
and a pink one just for you.
Attached were two smaller charms
reading “Best” and “Friends”.
Ribbons tend to unstitch
as do friendships it’s true.
From our wrists, the bracelets fell,
and with that, our friendship too.
Though ribbons can be replaced,
true friends are rare.
I can’t exchange you at the store,
but I search deeper and mature.
At the store, a new bracelet,
a lot stronger than before.
Knotted tightly with a bright blue rope
and beads of rainbow joy.
Mine begins with a small green bead,
and for you, well it was pink.
Double knotted, then again,
tying tightly to our wrists.
Through the rain and changing weather,
never breaking bond of friendship.
-Robin Jones
a pink leopard print ribbon.
A green peace heart for me
and a pink one just for you.
Attached were two smaller charms
reading “Best” and “Friends”.
Ribbons tend to unstitch
as do friendships it’s true.
From our wrists, the bracelets fell,
and with that, our friendship too.
Though ribbons can be replaced,
true friends are rare.
I can’t exchange you at the store,
but I search deeper and mature.
At the store, a new bracelet,
a lot stronger than before.
Knotted tightly with a bright blue rope
and beads of rainbow joy.
Mine begins with a small green bead,
and for you, well it was pink.
Double knotted, then again,
tying tightly to our wrists.
Through the rain and changing weather,
never breaking bond of friendship.
-Robin Jones
Beautifully Strong
Sympathy rise.
Teary-eyed downpour,
Amongst porcelain skin.
Grasp something more.
Stay strong, beautiful.
Little Birdie needs you.
Mommy dearest,
you’re his glue.
He knows you’re sad,
“Does he miss me?”
He’s too young to
Know you’re empty.
Worries form,
You’re not to blame.
Little Birdie needs you.
You’re his glimpse of fame.
Stay strong, beautiful.
You’re tougher than you think.
Karma will hit twice as hard.
His ship will surely sink.
Burden tomb
Inside your heart.
Little Birdie needs you,
Don’t let him see you fall apart.
Doodles dancing in the air.
Paper pain.
He’ll realize his mistakes.
He’ll see you through the rain.
Happy endings
Are children’s tales.
It gets worse before it improves.
Stay strong. Good always prevails.
-Robin Jones
Teary-eyed downpour,
Amongst porcelain skin.
Grasp something more.
Stay strong, beautiful.
Little Birdie needs you.
Mommy dearest,
you’re his glue.
He knows you’re sad,
“Does he miss me?”
He’s too young to
Know you’re empty.
Worries form,
You’re not to blame.
Little Birdie needs you.
You’re his glimpse of fame.
Stay strong, beautiful.
You’re tougher than you think.
Karma will hit twice as hard.
His ship will surely sink.
Burden tomb
Inside your heart.
Little Birdie needs you,
Don’t let him see you fall apart.
Doodles dancing in the air.
Paper pain.
He’ll realize his mistakes.
He’ll see you through the rain.
Happy endings
Are children’s tales.
It gets worse before it improves.
Stay strong. Good always prevails.
-Robin Jones
Mama I Love You
A writer. A friend. A mother. A daughter. A savior inspire. So many more names, but most of all you're a strong person, a guiding light, a designer of dreams, a map for outline proof. A woman of art, light, forgiveness, belief, foreverish I love you, while even entertaining just a mere thought of making a poem all completely for you after hearing your stories it left me afraid I couldn't do you justice, that maybe you wouldn't be pleased, but I think more than anything if it reaches your heart at first glimpse in whatever way, that is a true poem, and my true intent. Would saying a simple thank you make this any less complicated? No, because "thank you" isn't quite good enough, but for now at least, it's all I shall be able to offer. Thank you, for choosing life, us. Please, smile, and live. I have always due to my really screwed up parental role models, had a bad taste of parents and all that, but you, you're just so good hearted, so right for a parent, like you were born to be one and have a baby, nurturing. You're what I wish my mom had been. It makes me sad hearing about how much you love your son sometimes when you try to teach us all one of the most powerful loves of all as bond between mother and child, but it makes me feel some weird bond with you like in my heart I see you as a mom figure to me as much as you can be. God blessed my life the day he brought me to you. You don't just have your blood children anymore, you have all of us on Quizilla as your babies to teach so they grow, and we say, "Mama, I love you." As struggle wears in, remember our voices, you gave us choices.
http://quizilla.teennick.com/user/BeTheVoice/profile/

~*~
Sun leap frogs croak as the
wicked forest of horrors
crawls through clouds
to the dream land palace
to shut it down and poke.
~*~
The simple wonders of life
will save you such as a
smile from Jesus,
a rainbow mirage of reasons,
a stronger sense of self in
hope like winter seasons.
~*~
You bleed the ink and I am here,
why would I leave,
you wipe away a tear.
~*~
Beautifully whole,
a butterfly of devotion,
your words put a warmth
on the cold and dole.
~*~
A role model of true sort,
I would never say you seem
the type for mission abort.
You are and will always be,
a safe haven pillow fort.
~*~
-Courtney Moise
http://quizilla.teennick.com/user/BeTheVoice/profile/

~*~
Sun leap frogs croak as the
wicked forest of horrors
crawls through clouds
to the dream land palace
to shut it down and poke.
~*~
The simple wonders of life
will save you such as a
smile from Jesus,
a rainbow mirage of reasons,
a stronger sense of self in
hope like winter seasons.
~*~
You bleed the ink and I am here,
why would I leave,
you wipe away a tear.
~*~
Beautifully whole,
a butterfly of devotion,
your words put a warmth
on the cold and dole.
~*~
A role model of true sort,
I would never say you seem
the type for mission abort.
You are and will always be,
a safe haven pillow fort.
~*~
-Courtney Moise
Written for me in a time of need. Thank you Courtney Moise.
I'm going to shorten my honest perspective and post a poem for someone whom I consider to be very dear to me on Quizilla, TragicDisaster. Remember one thing as the dark comes in, all your babies say "Mama, no matter what, I love you," and you have more than enough reason to battle your way out of the impending doom which a man tries to place in your path destructively. Never fear him or the threats, you are too beautiful a person inside and out to be with someone who quite realistically for all he's done wrong to hurt you, is an ugly guy. You need to realize all that you really deserve and don't settle anymore for the people who break you down, be with someone who builds you up piece by piece. I say this lovingly, because I know in my heart that the light you have as long as you're with somebody this controlling and vindictive to wire is fading fast. I want you to shine, and so do all the others who love you and know you for the incredible personality you have blooming. Be a mother to your children that shows them in example what it is truly like to love yourself, it begins by ridding your life slowly but surely of those negatives. When you honestly can look in the mirror reflecting from inside and like what you see to spread that to others, you won't end up with those more or less abusive relationships, escape starts in your mind, will you let yourself be free to feel alive and be alive to take flight in the journey? Please do not take my words the wrong way, because there's a lot I don't know from what I do know from bits I've heard, I just want YOU to be okay, and I know you can be if you'll find a peaceful balance. I know he'll always be in your life because of your son together, but that doesn't mean you have to continue to let him walk over you and dictate. I know for a fact that at least me and Robin care about you and want the best for you, she's your best friend online and offline and I'm just here to help when I can with your BeTheVoice project. Use all the good blessings you do have around you in a time such as this of crisis and swim to the top. You are a good person and a good friend and a good parent, you do the best that you can and you prove it, that will always be worth the price but that will always be risky. Don't feel guilty over anything, it's only natural to "want to try again" but sometimes when you give the best of yourself to something and it just doesn't work out for keeps, you have to teach yourself as the days pass to let go of the hurt since you did nothing wrong, they were the one who treated you badly. I know you learn from every heart breaking experience, it shows in your put out there rhymes, learn from this one too now, set sail for the sea of exploration and castles. You haven't lost but you've gained. You've gained your identity back. It hurts while it's happening but you're gonna feel everything, including hope for the valley of redemption. Open your heart to seeing.
http://quizilla.teennick.com/user/TragicDisaster/profile/
"No sooner then they were gone a police office came and served me with papers. He had taken matthew and I cannot see him because I'm a cutter. Because I am bipolar. I'm getting better. I'm taking medication. I still have bad days and I confided in him. He used it against me. I have a lot to use against him. He went out numerous times. He never wanted to be around. he didn't want anything to do with us, until i turned back to the razor." ~Ali
With your court date approaching you know what you have to do to get full custody. Don't ever be afraid to speak out and have courage, much easier said than done, but despite everything of how sneaky he was and proud of his horrible actions, I'm still hoping that within the next few days by yourselves between text messages or something that you can work something out in private, for the sake of your baby, I mean if he really loves him like he claims to as behind his reason for taking him and leaving then he shouldn't want to have dirty laundry aired so public, he should respect you enough as the mother of his child to treat you with better conditions. If all goes south in the courtroom due to a faulty judge ruling, remember those who love and support you, they will be much needed to keep you standing through this solo, but it shouldn't go down wrong, there must be a law protecting you, right? It seems to me like he doesn't have much ground to stand on for what he's trying to do. You aren't a harm to your son, he is with the stories you could tell.
*I wrote this poem as if I were her.*



He will always love me,
the love is forever
real and cherished,
but why then has now
it suddenly perished?
*
What did I do wrong,
is it my fault for his frowns?
What about me..
he wasn't truly there to support
me through my breakdowns..
*
The love we had blessed us with a son,
as a mommy I encouraged our home to run,
making time for my lover too,
to me everything seemed good
but it wasn't and we were done.
*
Kind and open,
flirtatious with concentration,
just why am I not enough for
this man in liberation?
*
Understanding of his needs,
reasoning with mine,
was it my constant drive that
compelled him to flee bail?
Bless our love, all hail.
*
Our founding bliss,
to me the birth of our child,
it was the one time with you
where I truly believed at us
together even you smiled,
but the nights wore on
and you took the phone on
where only scumbags dialed,
try as I've tried to make you
want me to know what you have
you still keep disrespecting me
in all the ways you said you
wouldn't, starting with this
custody battle filed.
Take you back still I would
because I can save you,
but saving you's harder than
I realize so maybe when you
want me back finally I'll be
the one to turn around and feel
lost of the passion,
the switch of coldly mild.
*
My son that's ours, he's mostly mine,
I gave birth and raised him right,
he needs his mother more than
a dead beat man to call a dad,
I love you, I really do damn me to hell,
but when it's choosing between my
son or you and the level you've brought
this in I'll go with my baby and superiority,
I deserve to love myself and if that means
losing you I'm more than okay with
it to lay out in plan my very real authority.
*
How should I let you go though,
burn all the photographs,
curse God over your name,
throw all your heart touches
out the window and pardon
myself to shame?
Figuring the calculations
it may take me awhile
but if you can't change
the person you are to mirror to
me someone I'm with worth my
time put in then you won't
even have me as a lean on friend
for the sake of this love game.
*
Aware of my divides,
I'll access another truth,
you'll miss me someday
but someday isn't now,
see me for me because
I'm very much so seeing
you as a boy that hides.
Be a man and take this in,
I'm a good girl with loyalty sides,
but grow up, only then will you
remember to be the rule I follow that
to which my faithful hope abides.
Us and drama, we're slave collides.
*
I'm beauty and brains but
trained as your puppet to
wait for your tug of the strings,
no more tears, no more lies,
I'm not your puppet,
I'm not your smile,
perhaps I'm saving me
for a person who appreciates
me and treats me as sugar,
sometimes you, my satanic ritual,
seem just as nasty and uncleansed
as one who picks out their nose booger.
*
Kind and open,
flirtatious with concentration,
just why am I not enough for
this man in liberation?
*
Understanding of his needs,
reasoning with mine,
was it my constant drive that
compelled him to flee bail?
Bless our love, all hail.
*
Jesus, give us strength,
our storm is pretty steep,
mountains of pain and
songs of "what you sow
you shall reap,"
I'm fluctuating amongst
our dreary memories
and what to leave after
the message operator
says "beep."
*
The love we had blessed us with a son,
as a mommy I encouraged our home to run,
making time for my lover too,
to me everything seemed good
but it wasn't and we were done.
*
You're just another picture to burn,
just another city to glitter exhaust,
just another something all roads
pointing to me nowhere near defrost,
but love, believe it when I say it,
a fighter has woken in this sleep,
think what you want and marry
your one self liar but I've found
serenity for the first time in who I am
from what you did to make me lost.
*
A little bit of trauma to spice up my prepare,
a little bit of damage to make me survive
the worst of suffering through prayer,
a little bit of determination to make
me in combat mode for the pain
of this life you didn't for me spare.
Maybe I'm not your girl any more,
but I'll for damn sure not kill myself
to win your affection and too much care.
Chase me if you have what it takes,
but I doubt you will because of your lair.
*
My angel Matt, please don't be scared,
momma is with you in your heart and
in person soon too, stay with daddy,
don't listen to his angry words,
remember our lullaby
that momma shared.
*
The love we had blessed us with a son,
as a mommy I encouraged our home to run,
making time for my lover too,
to me everything seemed good
but it wasn't and we were done.
*
Aware of my divides,
I'll access another truth,
you'll miss me someday
but someday isn't now,
see me for me because
I'm very much so seeing
you as a boy that hides.
Be a man and take this in,
I'm a good girl with loyalty sides,
but grow up, only then will you
remember to be the rule I follow that
to which my faithful hope abides.
Us and drama, we're slave collides,
but for our son and the sake of sanity
shouldn't we reason this out quietly
for an agreeable arrangement that
salvages our rollar coaster rides?
--Courtney Moise
http://quizilla.teennick.com/user/TragicDisaster/profile/
"No sooner then they were gone a police office came and served me with papers. He had taken matthew and I cannot see him because I'm a cutter. Because I am bipolar. I'm getting better. I'm taking medication. I still have bad days and I confided in him. He used it against me. I have a lot to use against him. He went out numerous times. He never wanted to be around. he didn't want anything to do with us, until i turned back to the razor." ~Ali
With your court date approaching you know what you have to do to get full custody. Don't ever be afraid to speak out and have courage, much easier said than done, but despite everything of how sneaky he was and proud of his horrible actions, I'm still hoping that within the next few days by yourselves between text messages or something that you can work something out in private, for the sake of your baby, I mean if he really loves him like he claims to as behind his reason for taking him and leaving then he shouldn't want to have dirty laundry aired so public, he should respect you enough as the mother of his child to treat you with better conditions. If all goes south in the courtroom due to a faulty judge ruling, remember those who love and support you, they will be much needed to keep you standing through this solo, but it shouldn't go down wrong, there must be a law protecting you, right? It seems to me like he doesn't have much ground to stand on for what he's trying to do. You aren't a harm to your son, he is with the stories you could tell.
*I wrote this poem as if I were her.*



He will always love me,
the love is forever
real and cherished,
but why then has now
it suddenly perished?
*
What did I do wrong,
is it my fault for his frowns?
What about me..
he wasn't truly there to support
me through my breakdowns..
*
The love we had blessed us with a son,
as a mommy I encouraged our home to run,
making time for my lover too,
to me everything seemed good
but it wasn't and we were done.
*
Kind and open,
flirtatious with concentration,
just why am I not enough for
this man in liberation?
*
Understanding of his needs,
reasoning with mine,
was it my constant drive that
compelled him to flee bail?
Bless our love, all hail.
*
Our founding bliss,
to me the birth of our child,
it was the one time with you
where I truly believed at us
together even you smiled,
but the nights wore on
and you took the phone on
where only scumbags dialed,
try as I've tried to make you
want me to know what you have
you still keep disrespecting me
in all the ways you said you
wouldn't, starting with this
custody battle filed.
Take you back still I would
because I can save you,
but saving you's harder than
I realize so maybe when you
want me back finally I'll be
the one to turn around and feel
lost of the passion,
the switch of coldly mild.
*
My son that's ours, he's mostly mine,
I gave birth and raised him right,
he needs his mother more than
a dead beat man to call a dad,
I love you, I really do damn me to hell,
but when it's choosing between my
son or you and the level you've brought
this in I'll go with my baby and superiority,
I deserve to love myself and if that means
losing you I'm more than okay with
it to lay out in plan my very real authority.
*
How should I let you go though,
burn all the photographs,
curse God over your name,
throw all your heart touches
out the window and pardon
myself to shame?
Figuring the calculations
it may take me awhile
but if you can't change
the person you are to mirror to
me someone I'm with worth my
time put in then you won't
even have me as a lean on friend
for the sake of this love game.
*
Aware of my divides,
I'll access another truth,
you'll miss me someday
but someday isn't now,
see me for me because
I'm very much so seeing
you as a boy that hides.
Be a man and take this in,
I'm a good girl with loyalty sides,
but grow up, only then will you
remember to be the rule I follow that
to which my faithful hope abides.
Us and drama, we're slave collides.
*
I'm beauty and brains but
trained as your puppet to
wait for your tug of the strings,
no more tears, no more lies,
I'm not your puppet,
I'm not your smile,
perhaps I'm saving me
for a person who appreciates
me and treats me as sugar,
sometimes you, my satanic ritual,
seem just as nasty and uncleansed
as one who picks out their nose booger.
*
Kind and open,
flirtatious with concentration,
just why am I not enough for
this man in liberation?
*
Understanding of his needs,
reasoning with mine,
was it my constant drive that
compelled him to flee bail?
Bless our love, all hail.
*
Jesus, give us strength,
our storm is pretty steep,
mountains of pain and
songs of "what you sow
you shall reap,"
I'm fluctuating amongst
our dreary memories
and what to leave after
the message operator
says "beep."
*
The love we had blessed us with a son,
as a mommy I encouraged our home to run,
making time for my lover too,
to me everything seemed good
but it wasn't and we were done.
*
You're just another picture to burn,
just another city to glitter exhaust,
just another something all roads
pointing to me nowhere near defrost,
but love, believe it when I say it,
a fighter has woken in this sleep,
think what you want and marry
your one self liar but I've found
serenity for the first time in who I am
from what you did to make me lost.
*
A little bit of trauma to spice up my prepare,
a little bit of damage to make me survive
the worst of suffering through prayer,
a little bit of determination to make
me in combat mode for the pain
of this life you didn't for me spare.
Maybe I'm not your girl any more,
but I'll for damn sure not kill myself
to win your affection and too much care.
Chase me if you have what it takes,
but I doubt you will because of your lair.
*
My angel Matt, please don't be scared,
momma is with you in your heart and
in person soon too, stay with daddy,
don't listen to his angry words,
remember our lullaby
that momma shared.
*
The love we had blessed us with a son,
as a mommy I encouraged our home to run,
making time for my lover too,
to me everything seemed good
but it wasn't and we were done.
*
Aware of my divides,
I'll access another truth,
you'll miss me someday
but someday isn't now,
see me for me because
I'm very much so seeing
you as a boy that hides.
Be a man and take this in,
I'm a good girl with loyalty sides,
but grow up, only then will you
remember to be the rule I follow that
to which my faithful hope abides.
Us and drama, we're slave collides,
but for our son and the sake of sanity
shouldn't we reason this out quietly
for an agreeable arrangement that
salvages our rollar coaster rides?
--Courtney Moise
