The Gloved OneThe Gloved One3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the Gloved One who sang and danced on stage.
The man who told about the Thriller night.
He said Beat It to tabloids out of rage.
He said that he was Workin' Day and Night.
Writing about his Childhood to us,
So we could see why he wanted to Scream.
He said, "Don't be so Bad. Don't make a fuss."
He said to "Heal the World and make it beam."
This man did wear a glove upon his hand.
He was a Smooth Criminal; that is true.
But all he really wanted was to Jam,
And tell us, "I Just Can't Stop Loving You."
Now gone is he, just like the settled moon.
Goodbye Michael; you'd up and Gone Too Soon.
The Gloved OneThe Gloved One3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although I've never really known you,
I always feel I do,
This world today, is nothing without you,
You changed the lives of millions,
But most of all mine.
Your words will live on forever,
Till the very end of time,
You might not be able to hear me,
But your music makes me whole,
It seems to make me happy,
Heart, body and soul.
Edward - Story of Snow Pt1Edward - Story of Snow Pt14 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sepia shadows striated the dusty wooden floorboards of a long abandoned attic. The silence was as soft as the worm eaten rafters and yet was there a breath softer than silence? A spider's dark shadow in the far corner against the wall shifted ever so slightly. There ran the spider, away, skittering over the bare beams, but somehow the long and crooked shadow remained.
A figure drifted from the gloom, less purposeful than the spider, yet horribly alike. It was almost as if a designer, drawing up plans for a fantastically thin and looming spectre, had conceived this very figure on paper as the true spirit of a spider, all legs, and horrid black angularity and yet had compromised in the face of practical reality and was finally able only to produce a mere insect.
No spider in a child's worst nightmare could have matched this black and ragged apparition of dust and apparent decay. The creature appeared to be composed of scraps, spare parts and limbs bound tog
You Made That Change To MeLike A Rocket Going Into The SkyYou Made That Change To Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Shooting Star Breaking Through The Dark
We Can't Ask Why Did He Have To Die
He Moved Across The Stage Into Our Hearts
Your Voice Brought Hope And Gave Dreams To Everybody
I Grew Up With You, Your Life Is Still A Wonder
No One Will Forget Your Majesty In Your HIStory
We'll Always Remember Michael Jackson, The Man In The Mirror
Michael Joseph Jackson 1958-Forever
101Ways to Know You're Obsessed w Michael Jackson101Ways to Know You're Obsessed w Michael Jackson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
101 Ways to Tell if You are Obsessed With Michael Jackson
1. You write "Love" as L.O.V.E.
2. The term "Wacko Jacko" makes you cringe
3. You HATE most, if not ALL of the following: Martin Bashir, Conrad Murray, Diane Diamond, and Tom Sneddon
4. Neverland does not make you think of Peter Pan
5. When someone says the names Jordi or Gavin, you instinctively scream, "MICHAEL IS INNOCENT!!"
6. You know who "They" are in the song "They Don't Really Care About Us"
7. Moonwalker is not just someone who can do the moonwalk..
8. You have used "Michael" not only as a noun, but also as a verb or adjective.
9. You have substituted OMJ for OMG before.
10. When someone talks to you about Prince, you have to ask "Which one?"
11. You can name all the Jackson siblings in order of birth.
12. Paris is not a city in France.
13. When you hear about "Gary, Indiana" you don't think of it as an industrial city outside of Chicago.
14. Things such as Mickey Mouse, Sony, the colour red, sequins, zombies, a
-Living With MJ_Outtake Skits-From the twisted mind of Janie, I present to thee, CUT SCENES FROM "LIVING WITH MICHAEL JACKSON"!:-Living With MJ_Outtake Skits-5 years ago in Humor More Like This
(During scene of Neverland with lots of other kids. Michael and Martin are getting into the train)
Michael: C'mon, Martin, it'll be fun!
Martin: All right. *gets in, looks round at all the kiddies*
Michael: *hops down on seat, pats seat next to him* Sit here.
Martin: Oh, saved a seat for me? You're a very kind man. *slooooowly sits down. At just the right moment, Michael slips a whoopee cushion underneath Martin as he sits*
Martin: Hey, thanks a--
Kids: EEW!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA
Michael: *fanning air* EEEWWWW!! MARTEEEEN! UGH!!!! *trying to hold back laughter* Aww, man!
Martin: WOT!? I didn't do anything!!! *picks up whoopee cushion*
*one girl comes up*
Girl: I thought we called *HIM* Smelly.. *points to Michael*
Michael: *hides face, slightly embarrassed, cr
Michael Jackson.Words no longer describe the feelings i have for you. You're one in a million, you are the voice in my head, the fire in my heart. You're the shining jewel in a sea of coral. Sparkling ever so bright. You're the best thing that has happened to me and one of the best things that has happened to this messed up world. You've showed me the meaning to love and honestly there is nothing i would change about you, your perfect for me in everyway possible. I've never felt anything like it, and nothing or no one could ever come between us. This is where i wanna be & im never letting you go. I don't know what to do without you anymore, i guess all i can do is hold onto the memories i have of you. Bury them deep in my heart. Where they'll be kept safe, warm & alive forever. I would now be nothing without you, for better, for worse, i got you. Just you. My heart is forever beating for you. I love you.Michael Jackson.5 years ago in General More Like This
Wishing you were here againThe little Paris thought in everything and nothingWishing you were here again5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
her father promised to send her the Angel of Music
Her father promised, her father promised...
You were once
my only company
all that mattered
You were once
friend and father
but my world collapsed
wishing you were here again
wishing you were near
sometimes it seemed
just a dream
like you were here
wishing to hear your voice again
knowing it would not be possible
dream about you
prevented me from fulfilling
everything I dreamed
statues of angels
are not for you
you were gentle and tender
struggling not to mourn
why the past never dies?
wishing you were here
knowing that we say goodbye
trying to forgive
teach me to live
give me the strength to achieve
no more memories
no more silent tears
no more looks
to the lost years
help me to say goodbye...help me to say goodbye
Lab Rat - Part OneLab RatLab Rat - Part One4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Part One: Capture
Blissful warmth instantly met the tension on my face as soon as I floated up through the big, metal roof of our family's Ops center. I sat down against the hard surface with a heavy sigh and took a look at the suburbs that were backed by the tall, distant buildings of downtown Amity. The skies were set ablaze by splashes of different shades of gold and orange, the bright late-afternoon sunlight casting long shadows everywhere while giving downtown a hazy glow. It was a beautiful view.
I loved spending the evenings up here, quietly watching the day fade away with the promise of a new one. Cheesy, I know but at least it gave me some time to actually relax from a long day of trying to juggle school, my social life and my obligation to protect my city. If it wasn't for the fact that I was taking a serious risk by sitting up here as a ghost atop the headquarters of my obsessed ghost-hunting parents
MJ Poem Nbr.2King of PopMJ Poem Nbr.25 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Greatest Entertainer Ever
Of the Many, he is the
Famous of All since...Jesus
Prepare For awsomeness
On the Stage of Royality
Prepare for the Awsome that is Michael Jackson
Tribute to a LegendThis man was a legend.Tribute to a Legend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This man was a king.
People would collapse,
Just by hearing him sing.
He was an artist.
He was a performer.
Just by seeing him, I felt warmer.
He was critisized.
He was "Dangerous".
And in his "Childhood" he was quite famous.
He was "Invincible".
He was "Bad".
And when he died, the world became sad.
He was laid to rest in a quiet place.
Where no other problems could faze him.
But I remember the look of his face,
And "Remember the Time" and the place.
He became an icon,
A true star.
And I must face the fact that he's gone,
But he's never far.
The worlds love for his music will never stop,
And so I say, Goodbye to the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.
7even7even5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I blinked to make the nightmare go
Tears started to flow
Pain crawled deep into my soul
Layers and layers of sadness roll
I stay awake
I lose control
I start giving up hope and all and more
I am empty
I am bitter
I am sore
Don't Judge MeDon't Judge MeDon't Judge Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you standing there,
I don't like the way you stare
At my disfigured face.
I don't think it's your place,
To judge me.
You don't know what I've been through,
I've often been beaten black and blue
A real childhood I've never had.
Was your just as bad?
So don't judge me.
You acknowledge only my fame,
You think I'm the one to blame
For the trouble I've been in.
You know I haven't lived a life of sin,
Yet you judge me.
Always InnocentMichael Jackson was a very kind and talented man.Always Innocent3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His songs and videos enchanted us.
His child-like innocence captured our hearts.
And we all loved him.
But he was accused of child molestation more than once.
He didn't do it.
The child's family was greedy..
They wanted his money, that's all.
Tabloids made up all sorts of lies about him.
The media treated him poorly..
Made him the victim of a Leno monologue.
But we knew not to believe them.
When the trial reached a climax..
The verdict came out as...innocent.
He is, was and will always be innocent.
He didn't do it, he was always innocent.
He was eccentric but that's what made him so lovable.
His heart was in the right place.
And we knew it all along..
He wouldn't hurt a living soul.
Not even a fly.
He was not to blame.
But rather..it was the media's fault.
For making that stuff up about him..
And for trying to portray him in a bad light.
Michael is, was and will always be..innocent.
For he now lives in t
Mr ImaginationMichael always was bright and creative.Mr Imagination3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He loved to create and explore.
He had a limitless imagination.
And his music videos show this.
He was accused of pedophilia.
But he was completely innocent.
It was all lies and rumors.
They just wanted his money.
Neverland was created for the purpose..
Of giving children the experience he never got to have.
When he was growing up.
The imagination is a powerful tool.
But it is sadly underrused.
If you use your imagination..
You can make almost anything happen.
You can be a pirate, a monster, or even a superhero.
And bring your wildest dreams to life.
Michael used that to his advantage..
He was Mr Imagination.
Tell a never-ending story.
Go on an adventure.
Or make your own cute and crazy animal friend.
The possibilities are endless.
You can be whatever you want to be.
And dream a little dream.
If put your imagination to the test.
You are never too young or too old to have an adventure of your own.
For it doesn't matter i
A Letter to MichaelMichael,A Letter to Michael5 years ago in Letters More Like This
A light went out in me the day you died. I hadn't thought of you in years. I loved you deeply as a child and a teenager but as I grew older, my love for you took a backseat and gave way to more tanglible loves. I smiled indulgently at myself when I thought of the crazy way I loved you as a youngster. I laughed at myself sometimes. I was grown up now, pop idols were a thing of my past. I found new things to interest me. I guess that is a part of growing up. What I want to say Michael, is that I pushed you to the back of my mind because I felt silly loving a man who really did not know I existed.
The morning I heard the news that you died, I scoffed at it. Michael Jackson dead? That's just another rumour. I'd know if Michael Jackson died, I said, like I had some sort of invisible lifeline connecting you to me.
"3 kids told me he died, Candice," my colleague told me.
"Yeah? Well, they are wrong. They just won't leave the man alone, always making up stories about him. But this is
MJ Tribute poem 2He took the stageMJ Tribute poem 25 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the age of five.
Success caused him
To use a disguise.
He hid his fears deep within
And showed a world filled with sin,
How to be innocent,
And guileless and pure within.
The child within
Was so strong,
It carried him
Through all the storms.
He faced many of those
In his life,
He had to constantly fight.
He loved innocent souls
Who were carefree and sweet,
He gave them happiness
In them, his joy was complete.
He was misjudged and laughed at
His every fault magnified.
This man, in death,
They now glorify.
-MJ Court Skits 2004- SEASON 1-MJ Court Skits 2004-5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Well, guys, it was about time for another parody!! In light of the current situation, you gotta well, MAKE light out of it. I figure I'll start first.
So here ya go, straight from my whacked mind to your eyes for the displeasure of reading, the sequel to the Living With Michael Jackson scenes...... this is OUR courtroom now, Smelldon!!!
The people are REAL. The cases are REAL. Soda is $1.50.
(Courtroom scene. The jury is composed of various MJ fans, non-fans, and plain weirdos. The judge stand is empty.)
Jury member #1 [Jan]: *sips soda*
Jury member #2 [Sez]: Yo, dude. That soda is a dollar a pop, bring that over here.
Jan: No way!
Sez: *Vincent Price voice* You give it to meeee...
Jury member #3 [Dana]: You guys, stop it. .... THAT SODA'S MINE!
Decisions are FINAL. THIS is JUDGING JACKSON.
With an ALL-STAR cast of (in crap-abetical order).....:
DifferentYou were different from the rest of them.Different3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You went through a lot of pain, but over came in the end.
It takes a lot to become what you were.
They'll never take your place. You're the King forever.
You were different to publicity in many ways.
Not many people cared, always turning to tell "who cares what he says!"
They accused you for something you've never done.
But it never stopped you from having fun.
Because of how different you are, they spreaded rumors.
Each one was believed by the consumers.
You sparkled inside and out.
You were full of faith; not a bit of doubt.
A common name for a different person of music.
Always vexed, being labeled as a lunatic.
You were judged so many times in the past.
Now that you're gone, they understand, at last.
You're away from the hurt and pain from before.
Your fans will miss you more and more.
For a different person whom many adored
You had many reasons to be here, but one was to Heal The World
Farewell Dear KingTears glide down my face,Farewell Dear King3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I watch him fade away.
While I try to unravel his words
I look into the midnight dark eyes I love.
My chest aches, I look away.
I look back fast, afraid to the end.
His eyes are already closed.
Only then did I understand what he meant.
"The sun will set at noon" he said.
His sun. His end.
He will never wake, not again.
I can do nothing to prevent this.
Farewell my love, farewell dear King
My voice betrays me and I can only think my words.
I kiss his lifeless lips once, twice.
They are still warm.
The DanceThe spot lightThe Dance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Catches my figure
The crowd cheers
And screams my name
I hold my ground
Tuning them out
My mind is in
Another world right now
Suddenly the music begins
I become the percussion
I become the beat
The bass rattles my soul
And I make my move
That's the worst thing
A dancer could do
Feel the music
Let it flow through your bones
When I dance
I am not myself
I AM the dance...
MichaelHis feet, how they twinkleMichael2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes, how they sparkle
His smile glows with
The radiance of a thousand suns
He showed the world to dance
His message inspired
Generations of millions
His music conceived
A whole new style
Of love and generosity
Now let's be
A whole new generation
And keep his legacy alive
For generations to come
His child-like innocence
Teaches us to be humble
He was definitely
Gone too soon
An angel from above
My dear Michael
With all my heart
I love you...
My Michael Jackson Death~My Michael Jackson Death~My Michael Jackson Death4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
....I remember it like yesterday... It was a peace funfilled afternoon with my family in my mother pool in the back yard...Tia Erika,Mother,Chris,Pricilla,and me were all in the pool...I was 9 years old and I knew some songs from Michael,but the one I knew best was "Thriller".... Then my dad walked outside and told us the news... Michael Jackson....was dead... The first words that I remember coming out of my mothers mouth was: "Fabian's Idol is dead!" She did'nt say it in a sad or dissopointed way she said it in a playful way. Fabian is my brother,all he would do when a star died he would'nt do much really.But when I herd about the news later I just could'nt belive he was gone. The next morning I woke up to MTV with their tribute to Michael Jackson. I got more into Michael Jackson as more news came around. Fabian made me a CD of his great hits.Billie Jean,Thriller,Bad,Beat It,Remember the Time,and the one that I always cryed over was "Man in the Mi