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
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.
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.
DP: M. of the Spirit Gems ch22DP: M. of the Spirit Gems ch225 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shade held onto the child tightly, proud of the prey he had captured. Andy, through crying for his mother, tried fighting back and kicked as hard as he could. "Let me go! Let me go!" the five-year-old yelled angrily.
"Why let go of such a precious little child?" Shade replied as he continued to fly. "If you hold such great value to your mother, just think of the value you hold to your father. You're a priceless prize, little boy; you would not want to fall to your doom and disappoint your parents, would you?"
"You're a mean ol' ghost!"
"Yes, well, aren't we all? You'll make the perfect bait for your father. He won't dare attack me now!"
"You're mean and dumb!" Andy scolded. "My daddy doesn't even know I'm his son!"
At these words, Shade's smile disappeared.
"I was born while he was in the Ghost Zone! Your plan backfired, you bad ghost!"
Shade remained silent for a moment, slightly furious with himself for not realizing that detail, and
Training a Ghost Part 3 of 3For the next few days, Danny did whatever studying he could on ghosts while he was not at school. He pulled out all of the journals his mother wrote, studied his father's inventions closely, and asked questions when he needed to. He wrote down every piece of information that he read about ghosts and how it would help him learn more about the powers he received accidentally.Training a Ghost Part 3 of 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
During breaks at school, Danny went over techniques Tucker and Sam had researched for flying. They would leap into Maddie's journals at lunch hour and explain to Danny different ways to help facilitate his steering while flying. One common way to practice was holding out the arms as though they were wings of a plane. It was the easiest way to steer, unlike having your arms in front of you or tucked at your sides.
They would leave their scooters at home and walk to and from after school together. Danny would practice the techniques on the ground, holding out his arms while either Sam or Tucker directed him.
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
BeautifulBeautiful3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Your hair is black as the night.
Your eyes make little children smile.
Your angelic voice is a gift from heaven.
With a touch of your hand you can heal the earth.
When you dance on stage there's magic around you.
That is what makes you so beautiful.
Read ItI just don't get why this thing's such a big hitRead It4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm totally and positively sick of it
Well, what is there to like? I can't think of one bit
Don't read it
Don't read it
Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to keep hearing how Twilight is so great
You'll never win me over; it is long since too late
Don't read it
No, I never again will
Read it (read it)
Read it (read it)
No one really seems to need it
This Twilight madness is way out of whack
It doesn't matter who's on Team Black
Don't read it (read it)
Don't read it (read it)
Don't read it (read it)
Don't read it (read it)
The way you fans behave is a crying shame
You flip out at the mere mention of Edward's name
Well, it looks like you've come to the end of your game
Don't read it
Don't read it
How could you get suckered into this Twilight trap?
How can you say that you enjoy this crazy crap?
Please do us all a favor, and just shut up your yap
Don't read it
I don't care anymore
Don't read it (read it)
Read it (r
Famous Stranger prt 2Famous Stranger part 2Famous Stranger prt 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Epsilon lay in the hospital bed with her face in her hands. Michael was sitting in the chair next to her he'd made the decision to stick by this woman. "What am I suppose to do now?" she looked at the man for an answer now realizing she'd forgotten to ask his name. "Don't worry. The doctor said you're going to be fine. You had no major injuries. I'll stick with you if you wish so we can help you get your memory back. My name is Michael by the way." He reached out his hand to shake her hand and he noticed a red ring on her finger. "That ring on your finger may I see it?" Michael asked. Epsilon handed him the red ring. "Funny I have the same ring on my finger only it's in purple. It's been in my family for generations." He handed the ring back to Epsilon. "I wonder what it could mean."Epsilon said. "Probably nothing of any real importance." said Michael. Epsilon's sister Symone who was now traversing some thick jungle in another dimension would strongly disagree wi
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
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
My MJThough I still CryMy MJ5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Smile through the heartbreak
I'm constantly told
that You Are Not Alone
but I feel a hole in my heart
from when you were taken from us
The Way You Make Me Feel
Reminds me that
I Just Can't Stop Loving the Man in the Mirror
And that it doesn't matter
if you're Black or White
We all thought that
Heaven Can Wait
to take our king from us
but we were told to Beat It
so that he can Thrill the Angels
-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
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 angel5 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
No MoreNo more silver gloveNo More5 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.
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
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
Heaven Couldn't WaitYou were placed on Earth to make us changeHeaven Couldn't Wait5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make us see the destruction of our earth
you were sent from Heaven to help us
and to guide us
We hailed you as an icon
but never heard the message
try as you may
it just never got across
you danced and sang your ways into millions
you put the message into your songs
still we did not listen
still we did not see your purpose
that rainy day not so long ago
was when you were called back to heaven
when you were called back to sing with the angels
all it took was for you to die for us to see
so heres to you
the one who tried
you put the message out
and went back to heaven
It was your time
it was time for you to leave us
because I guess the rumors were true
Heaven couldn't wait to call you back
The Magic Firefly THE MAGIC FIREFLY!The Magic Firefly5 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
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.
Wasteland - Part OneWastelandWasteland - Part One4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part One: Fester
I've been staring at this stupid thing for the last hour with nothing else to do.
It's, like, one o'clock in the morning, and everyone else has long gone to bed. The windows are pitch-black and the entire house is filled with this really uncomfortable silence. Even though I can feel exhaustion weighing down in every bone in my body, I can't seem to fall asleep. Haven't been able to for the last few days. (Note to self: ask Jazz if insomnia is some kind of psychology thing, too.) The desk lamp shining in my face probably doesn't help either, but I really don't care.
My sister'd bought this journal for me the day before yesterday, but I hadn't touched it until only about an hour ago. She'd blabbered on about how getting everything out on paper would help, that my mind needed some sort of outlet since I wouldn't talk to anyone else... something like that. It seemed kind of stupid at first aft
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 Phineas4 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,
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