The Magic Firefly THE MAGIC FIREFLY!The Magic Firefly6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Suddenly it is light. Suddenly it is quiet. Suddenly it is space and it is warmth.
And all this light and quiet and warmth falls upon us all, brightening the dark and filling the room with peace and fresh air. I feel free and happy and unleashed looking at the people around me smiling. They have a sparkle in their eyes. I look around and I can find that same sparkle in every single corner of the room. It's like magic. Every old painting now is colorful, every old chair now it looks brand new, everything is shiny. I am amazed by all this and I look around at the other people just to see if they've noticed too, but they are just looking in one single place, it is weird, I feel like I could do anything right now and nobody will pay attention. They are contemplating something so intense, they
No MoreNo more silver gloveNo More6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or White sequinned socks.
No more gold pants
or glitter laden tops.
No more fedoras
or military suits.
No more glitz and glamour
Or shiny boots.
No more Off the Wall
or Dirty Diana.
No more Billie Jean
or Man in the Mirror.
No more Neverland
or flights of fantasy.
No more love
For you and me.
Your death took away everything
You gave so willingly.
A Letter to MichaelMichael,A Letter to Michael6 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
The Gloved OneThe Gloved One4 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.
Don't Judge MeDon't Judge MeDon't Judge Me6 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.
MJ Poem Nbr.2King of PopMJ Poem Nbr.26 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
Missing an angelThe day was beautifull and clear...the sky has a gorgeous deep blue, the sun was raising over the horizon, in the distance, the birds was sining more than usual, suddenly a cold wind blow near his room, he still was with that man, they were whispering really low.Missing an angel6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
his eyes was tired, his voice was really clear and soft in that point, but you could still hear some desperation in her...then he finally became silent and his eyes began to close slowly and his face shows a little and sweet smile, he was so tired...
the other man has being out a few minuts, but in the room, he was lying there...he was peacefull, but then, he began to feel so much pain in his heart, so he tried to scream, but his body was really heavy and he cant do anythig, he cant open his eyes, he was scared, the life was slipping from him, he was desperate, then he knew he would die...he just kept repeating in his mind -my children...!! my liltles angels!!! oh god, please don't do this!!!...oh my god...!! my beautifull pri
Mr ImaginationMichael always was bright and creative.Mr Imagination4 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
7even7even6 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
The DanceThe spot lightThe Dance4 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 twinkleMichael4 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...
Edward - Story of Snow Pt1Edward - Story of Snow Pt15 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
We Grew UpThe darkness hid us from theWe Grew Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I used to love you."
Your voice broke the stillness like glass.
My eyes closed themselves against
the rush of time.
"I used to love you, too."
You shifted your arm under me. I snuggled closer.
You tilted your head to meet my lips.
My words came in a tiny whisper.
"We grew up."
Farewell Dear KingTears glide down my face,Farewell Dear King4 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.
Dear Phineas"Uncle Phinny's getting married! Uncle Phinny's getting married!" four-year-old Amanda skipped around her grandparents' house in her beautiful pink dress while tossing paper flowers all over the floor. She giggled hysterically and sang. "Uncle Phinny's getting married! And I'm gonna be the flower girl!"Dear Phineas5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Amanda, I told you not to play with those flowers until tomorrow!" Candace exclaimed as she rushed after her daughter. The woman hastily picked up the white roses left in the girl's midst all the while groaning in frustration. "If you don't stop now, I will have your father ground you!"
"But I need ta practice!"
"That's not for another few hours! Now let's go upstairs and get you dressed in your usual clothes again."
Amanda stopped in her tracks. "No!" she moaned. "I wanna stay in my flower girl dress to show Uncle Phineas and Uncle Ferb!"
Candace groaned and passed a hand over her face while her father chuckled. Lawrence looked over the newspaper with a grin. "Children are a handful,
On Michael...I figured I'd have to write about it sometime. I'd have to write about it here, on DeviantArt.On Michael...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
It's been over a month since Michael's passing into a better place than this most awful world. I personally think he's in a much better place now, a place without pain or hatred or sorrow. Yet I am still saddened by his passing because he's left my world so cold. It all happened so suddenly and without forewarning of sort...like, one moment Michael's alive and suddenly, he's dead. It is devoid of logic...everything surrounding his most unfortunate demise. The doctor's role in his passing is unsure...but I honestly care quite little about the fate of that man. (I do want him to undergo the punishment if he is found guilty of manslaughter, if not plain homicide.) My television's been on CNN, HLN, VH1, E! and BET for the past month, forever watching, forever waiting for images of Michael to be transmitted to my screen, as if by magic of some sort he was still here. As if seeing his most beautifu
An Ode to the King of PopWe seen you dance you seen you singAn Ode to the King of Pop4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We loved it when you did the moonwalk thing
We heard you on radio, cds and more
We watched you on tv, to know the score.
Some people feared you, but that don't matter
It's the people who love you that's the latter
When they said you died, it broke our hearts
The fire in our hearts went to a dismal spark
But one day we saw a spark of hope
A video uncovered made by someone who was not a dope
We learned why you hide because of some jerk
Who is into your money. . to fulfill some querk
Once he's behind bars, we know you will reapper.
We will hold up our glasses to you, and we will say, cheers!
The CatmanMichael Jackson was a lover of animals.The Catman4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He had many different pets.
But he loved cats the most.
He used a feline motif in a few videos.
He turned into a werecat in Thriller.
Turned from and to a panther in Black or White.
A cat appeared in the Billie Jean video.
And a cat appeared in Remember The Time.
He was quite cat-like himself.
With a free spirit, good nature.
And amazing grace just like a cat.
It's no wonder he liked them so much.
He's so remarkably feline.
That one could almost say he was a cat.
So I guess..
You could call him the Catman.
So feline-like, so free spirited.
He would have made a good Cats cast member.
Because he was a hell of a singer.
And one hell of a dancer.
So very feline, that's Michael.
The king of pop.
He will forever be in our hearts.
Supernatural Secret of MJMichael was magical in lots of ways.Supernatural Secret of MJ4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He was not only a great singer and dancer.
But he was a gifted storyteller.
He loved to tell stories.
Some viewed him as strange.
But he was innocent all along.
He never meant to cause anyone harm.
Because he was just the sweetest person alive.
He was very into magic and adventures.
Particularly monsters and shapeshifters.
Shapeshifting has been around for centuries.
And it still holds out toward.
Michael turned into a werecat in Thriller.
He got to be a skeleton and a ghoul in Ghosts.
And even a panther in Black or White.
If he was an X-Men character.
He'd be Morph, because in a way.. he is a shapeshifter.
Magical, supernatural, spiritual, powerful.
All these words are not enough to describe his prescence.
There is no one as amazing as he was.
He was the best, always will be.
He was just so full of surprises.
You might never know what he'll do next.
Or where he might be.
Because that is a secret.
A Supernatural secret.
This Is It reviewThis month's movie review: This Is It.This Is It review5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Genre: Backstage concert film.
Director: Kenny Ortega.
Starring: Michael Jackson.
Music by: Michael Jackson.
Choreography : Michael Jackson.
Today's review is somewhat unique and very special and calls for a different kind of introduction. It was a very black day on June 25th 2009 when singer, pop icon and musical genius Michael Joseph Jackson died of cardiac arrest. It left sort of a big hole in the hearts of almost every MJ fan alike and that includes me and my family. Out of all of the celebrities who died, MJ's death is one of the ones that effected me the most along with Steve Irwin, John Candy, Chris Farley, John Hughes, Stan Winston and John Belushi. I saw This Is It 4 days before Halloween and it was the most AMAZING thing I had ever seen. This movie i
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MAN IN THE MIRRORMaking A Change Is HardMAN IN THE MIRROR6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Challenge All Must Face
Nothing We Can't Overcome
It takes time
Never let it Stop You
Time will pass
Help is Good, but...
End it With you
Make it happn
It is Time
Remove The Distractions
Ready To Face It
I'm Making A Change
Our Life Has Challenges
Remember, Man Or Woman, Make a Change