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Feelings


The Chatroom

I live in a world of cruelty where everyone ignores me. people make a life of making fun of me and my friends. I try my best at school but it just ain't enough........ I feel so lonely at times It feels like no one cares I'm a singer, a dancer, a actress a writer, not a mathematician, or a scientist, or anything else But people think I don't have talent I felt so alone........until one day when I came into a chatroom and for once in my life, I felt true happiness, the people there were so kind and caring, they understood me. that chatroom is this chatroom I come here everyday and this is the only place where I feel that I can be myself and that I truly belong here....... the mjifc chatroom


The Impossible Dream

A 12 year old girl with a dream
An impossible dream 
everyone calls her crazy
and say that her dream will 
never come true, this dream
is the dream of being a famous 
singer, dancer, and actress 
Her idol, Michael Jackson
has inspired her so much
and keeps her going on
everyone ignores her but
she will never let go of 
the dream and will accomplish
THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM


Age doesn't matter

a perfessional movie maker was asked to make a movie that would be a great movie or he wouldn't get paid has much as he should be........cause the movie maker had not created a good movie in a very long time........ unfortunly, the movie maker could not think of any movie ideas. So, he went around asking all of his employees if they had an idea for a movie. But none could think of anything and some replied "Don't look at me! Your the movie maker, not me!" Then a 7 year old kid came up to him and said "I could help you! I've got plenty of ideas!" But the movie maker just said "Sorry, kid, but this is something for an adult to do." and ignored the kid. Then the movie maker went around Hollywood and asked actors and actresses if they had any idea but none had any ideas. Then the same kid came up and said once again "I've got some great ideas for movies! Just ask me!" But the movie maker walked right by the kid and pretended that he didn't see the kid. Next he went on to asking his wife and his brothers and sister and his parents but all of them had no ideas for movies. Then the 7 year old kid came up again and said "Please! I've got some really good ideas!" But the movie maker said "Stop bugging me, kid! Can't you see I'm trying to find someone with a GOOD idea for a movie." He looked everywhere but couldn't find anyone who had an idea for a movie. He was just about to give up when he say the kid again. "Alright! Let's hear your ideas!" said the movie maker. The kid's face lightened up with gladness and he started talking about all kinds of ideas for movies. The movie maker was amazed! He never heard such great ideas before! So after the kid was done telling him about movie ideas, the movie maker just stood there and said "Ok! Let's start making movies!" and he did. And everyone movie that he made, using the kid's ideas was a sucess and won an award!


Ghost Wolves on the Wind

written by mjifc chatter, blacktimberwlf

Nose to the wind.... as strong as the air that blows..... Nose sensitive enough to follow..... keep your paws to to the ground.... and your nose to the wind....... for you never know what..... might blow you way, my wolf brother. The owl is calling, as the moon rises over there. The gales are calling, brethern beware. With the moon risen and love in the air. Our voices we rise in our wolven call. COME FORTH MY BROTHERS! For the hunt is out there. Ghostly wolves run on the light winded air. Their howls are heard at the beginning gales blair. Hunting the dreamer Who is hunting the dream Chasing the dreamer... Who is chasing the dream. They are the loyalest of lovers though it may seem. Dreams filled with howlings, yowlings, growlings. Was that a bear? OH! Only the young cubs over there. The grey mist of fur that runs in the night. rolling, and playing like as young cubs delight. The mists of time, Mists of dreams. Filled with rank breath and warm fur. The moon fills me and guides me through the mists. On the lightest of wind, our voices arise. our oldest of songs, sung with only love as our meaning. No words, only voice. our love, only choice. Fight my brothers, be strong and brave. Fur on our skin, dirt under our paws. Live by the fang, that is our laws.


Listenin' to the Radio

written by Prince Charles father, special request was made from Prince for me to put this up, dedicated to his dad

WHERE'S MY PEGGY SUE? I COULD USE A ROALITA IF THERE'S A LONG TALL SALLY OUT THERE I'M DYIN' TO MET HER WHY CAN'T I HEAR BETH CALLIN' ME? WHY CAN'T I BE THE ONE TO MAKE SARAH SMILE? I WISH I WAS ARM IN ARM WITH JEAN GENIE WALKIN' DOWN THE AISLE OH, YEAH ALL RIGHT BUT I GOT NO MARY JANE THERE'S NO SLOOPY OR DANCIN' QUEEN I'M JUST A FOOL IN THE RAIN WAITING FOR MY BILLIE JEAN I WANT AN ANGIE, A MANDY, A CANDY-O A DEVIL IN A DRESS OF BLUE A ROSANNA, DIANA, A SWEET CAROLINE I'D EVEN TAKE A RUN-AROUND SUE OH, YEAH ALL RIGHT WELL, I NEVER GOT TO SCREAM FOR A LAYLA I NEVER SAW MARY-ANNE WALKIN' AWAY I NEVER DANCED ON THE SAND WITH A RIO OR WOKE UP WITH A MAGGIE MAY I DIALED 867-5309 BUT THERE WAS NO JENNY JENNY OH, WHY CAN'T I GET MYSELF A BROWN-EYED GIRL WHEN WILLIE NELSON LOVED SO MANY? AND WHY DOES JACK HAVE DIANE? AND WHY DOES BILLY JOE HAVE BOBBIE SUE? AND EVERYBODY HAD ROXANNE EXCEPT YOU-KNOW-WHO WELL, I'D TAKE ANY OL' SUZY Q I GOT NO REASON TO BE PICKY SHE CAN BE A GOODY-GOODY-TWO-SHOES OR SHE CAN BE MY DARLING NIKKI OH, BRANDY WOULD BE SUCH A FINE GIRL AND SO WOULD THE SUITE JUDY BLUE I GUESS I SOUND JUST LIKE THAT OTHER FELLA 'CAUSE YOU KNOW I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIRL TOO OH YEAH ALL RIGHT WELL, I'D DIE FOR A KISS FROM ALLISON EVEN THOUGH I KNOW SHE'D BREAK MY HEART OR GIVE ME A LO-LO-LO-LOLA MINUS THE EXTRA PART YOU KNOW I'D EVEN TAKE A RUN-AROUND SUE OH, YEAH WRITTEN BY ED DeWALD PRODUCED BY ED DeWALD FOR EJDJR. PRODUCTIONS, INC. CO-PRODUCED BY PRINCE DeWALD FOR PD PRODUCTIONS, INC. LEAD VOCALS: ADAM SANDLER [C] 1997 EJDJR. PRODUCTIONS, INC. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED...
This is just a page that I use to get my feelings out. I will have more here, in the future. If you have any poems or feelings, that you would like to have posted on this site please email me. I am always opened for ideas. Or, if you have a link to a good poem or essay, send me the URL, and I will add it here.
Tabloid Junkie a story about how I became a MJ fan
Prince Charles Page this guy has some good poems, and more to come!
Please, I want this page to have more stuff on it! Send anything you have to me! I'll even accept MJ fan art!

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