Webbie
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I haven't written in... well let's say quite some time, so they're not perfect (nor good lmao) but I thought of sharing them with you.
These are some of the poems I wrote between now and the day Michael died.
How can I ever survive
when I just lost
the most inspirational person in my life?
It hurts to know
that I'll never see your smile again.
I can't keep the faith
when dealing with this ongoing pain.
Your songs touched my soul,
and your essence filled my heart,
but now I'm afraid of losing control,
because my world is falling apart.
Your dance moves contained pure magic,
and your shows were a fairytale,
but the press needed to make it tragic,
because they wanted to see you fail.
While you were sent from above
to heal the world
with your endless love
it was the fame
that eventually killed your name.
Negativity won't bring you back
but your future fans need to know
how you lived your life under constant attack.
While you were misunderstood,
you gave your life for the children,
even though you didn't have your own childhood.
You were not only the best selling artist of all time,
but also a true humanitarian.
How can that be a crime?
_____________________________________________
A little voice whispered
in the darkest of the night:
"Don't be sad,
I'll always hold you tight.
In life or in dead,
I will never let you go.
Because that is what I promised you,
a very long time ago."
After hearing Michael's voice,
I knew he was still here.
It never was his choice,
to suddenly dissapear.
No matter how far we are apart,
Michael will always stay with us,
if we keep him close within our heart.
Real magic never dies,
True love doesn't know any goodbyes.
His soul will always live on,
Making sure we'll never feel alone.
_______________________________________________
This one is a poem I wrote for my best friend, because she wanted an entry for the Michael Jackson Opus but she couldn't find inspiration:
A little boy made the choice
to heal the world
with his heavenly voice.
Together with his brothers
he performed live.
That was the beginning of the Jackon 5.
1971,
an important year,
because Michael started a solo career.
As the first African-American
he was broadcasted on MTV
following the success of his Thriller LP
3 of his record breaking tours
Bad, Dangerous and History
forever printed in our memory.
Twice inducted into the Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame,
Michael Jackson is his name.
He donated millions to 39 charities
to help sick people
and children with disabilities.
After achieving 13 grammy Awards
it is my honor to call him
the King of Musical arts.
On June 25 2009
A nightmare became reality
when Michael died at UCLA medical facility.
We lost our source of inspiration.
Our hearts are filled with pain,
anger and frustration.
We didn't have time to say Goodbye.
It happened so suddenly,
and no one can tell us why.
3 months later,
our tears still flow.
What happened that day, Michael?
Will we ever know?
People tell us time will heal.
But they can't understand
how hurt we really feel.
We'll never forget your beautiful face,
no one will ever be able
to take your place.
We'll never be apart
because you're forever in our heart.
Sadly missed but never forgotten,
We love you most, Michael.
_________________
The magic of his dance
and the mystery of his voice
put you into a trance,
not offering you any choice.
The world fell in love,
with the man and his white glove.
These are some of the poems I wrote between now and the day Michael died.
How can I ever survive
when I just lost
the most inspirational person in my life?
It hurts to know
that I'll never see your smile again.
I can't keep the faith
when dealing with this ongoing pain.
Your songs touched my soul,
and your essence filled my heart,
but now I'm afraid of losing control,
because my world is falling apart.
Your dance moves contained pure magic,
and your shows were a fairytale,
but the press needed to make it tragic,
because they wanted to see you fail.
While you were sent from above
to heal the world
with your endless love
it was the fame
that eventually killed your name.
Negativity won't bring you back
but your future fans need to know
how you lived your life under constant attack.
While you were misunderstood,
you gave your life for the children,
even though you didn't have your own childhood.
You were not only the best selling artist of all time,
but also a true humanitarian.
How can that be a crime?
_____________________________________________
A little voice whispered
in the darkest of the night:
"Don't be sad,
I'll always hold you tight.
In life or in dead,
I will never let you go.
Because that is what I promised you,
a very long time ago."
After hearing Michael's voice,
I knew he was still here.
It never was his choice,
to suddenly dissapear.
No matter how far we are apart,
Michael will always stay with us,
if we keep him close within our heart.
Real magic never dies,
True love doesn't know any goodbyes.
His soul will always live on,
Making sure we'll never feel alone.
_______________________________________________
This one is a poem I wrote for my best friend, because she wanted an entry for the Michael Jackson Opus but she couldn't find inspiration:
A little boy made the choice
to heal the world
with his heavenly voice.
Together with his brothers
he performed live.
That was the beginning of the Jackon 5.
1971,
an important year,
because Michael started a solo career.
As the first African-American
he was broadcasted on MTV
following the success of his Thriller LP
3 of his record breaking tours
Bad, Dangerous and History
forever printed in our memory.
Twice inducted into the Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame,
Michael Jackson is his name.
He donated millions to 39 charities
to help sick people
and children with disabilities.
After achieving 13 grammy Awards
it is my honor to call him
the King of Musical arts.
On June 25 2009
A nightmare became reality
when Michael died at UCLA medical facility.
We lost our source of inspiration.
Our hearts are filled with pain,
anger and frustration.
We didn't have time to say Goodbye.
It happened so suddenly,
and no one can tell us why.
3 months later,
our tears still flow.
What happened that day, Michael?
Will we ever know?
People tell us time will heal.
But they can't understand
how hurt we really feel.
We'll never forget your beautiful face,
no one will ever be able
to take your place.
We'll never be apart
because you're forever in our heart.
Sadly missed but never forgotten,
We love you most, Michael.
_________________
The magic of his dance
and the mystery of his voice
put you into a trance,
not offering you any choice.
The world fell in love,
with the man and his white glove.
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