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 I want to do something for Michael today, but I don't know what to do. I love him, I respect him so much, I miss him terribly… But I don't feel like I am mourning him anymore. All I am doing is celebrating him. Isn't that what we should do? Celebrate him? The one thing I don't like about many of his fans is the paradigm that he is perfect. Nothing is wrong with him. I think they forget that he is only human. Yes, he was gorgeous, talented, and very loving, incredibly loving and trusting. But was he perfect? The answer is a resounding, "No." That's what June 25th is for me. A reminder that no one is perfect. Michael… I love you

I sat in the tree, wrapping my arms around my legs, back resting on a chilly branch, and waiting for inspiration. An empty page gleamed dimly in the moonlight.               But... It wasn't really moonlight, was it? No. It was sunlight. The sun was sharing all it's glory with the moon, so it could be beautiful too. Why did the sun care though? The answer instantly became clear to me, because it was the same reason I felt compelled to work myself to death for the sake of others: Love. Graditude. The sun LOVED the moon, and sharing its abundant light was the sun's way of th

I sat in the tree, wrapping my arms around my legs, back resting on a chilly branch, and waiting for inspiration. An empty page gleamed dimly in the moonlight.               But... It wasn't really moonlight, was it? No. It was sunlight. The sun was sharing all it's glory with the moon, so it could be beautiful too. Why did the sun care though? The answer instantly became clear to me, because it was the same reason I felt compelled to work myself to death for the sake of others: Love. Graditude. The sun LOVED the moon, and sharing its abundant light was the sun's way of th

The beat of the music thudded in the soles of my feet. I walked onto the stage as my fans cheered. When they saw me, impossibly, they got louder. The growl of a guitar, that was my cue. I spun and began to sing," You never make stay, so take your weight offa me. I know your every move, so won't cha just let me be? I've been here times before, but I was too blind to see, that you seduce every man, this time you won't seduce me!" A smile spread across my face as I watched the crazy fan-girls. I turned and stalked the length of the stage, with unexpected little twists and turns that looked hard, but were incredibly easy. "Dance by this guitai

I sat on the floor of my bedroom, bathing in a patch of sun coming through the window, reading Twilight for the first time. My new phone vibrated, and I     took it out of my pocket, grinning, already knowing who it was. "You remind me of Metallica. Know why?" It said. I laughed, getting butterflies. "Why?" "Because I love you." I laughed. It was so stupid, but still sweet.  I accidentally sent him "lo" instead of "Lol." And he replied, "Haha, what does 'lo' mean? 'Laugh out'?" "Erm… Yes. That's exactly what I meant to say!" Ever since then, every time one of us said 'lo' the other would reply with 'I love you.' One day, I was feeling

I drove home in a daze, not really knowing how I got into my bed. The only thing I was really aware of was how much I'd hurt Michael. Every time I closed my eyes, his face, contorted with pain would be on my lids. I had promised myself that I would try all my life to get rid of the hurt burning in the backs of his eyes. They really were a clear sea, that you could look into forever, but when you found the end, a fire licked the cool water, evaporating it little by little. He was already broken, anyone who knew him could see that, and I'd promised to stitch him back up again. Turns out all I'd done was begin to start healing him, then ripping

~*~Yaz Point Of View~*~         I went and sat with Scayth and Jamie. "Wow." We said all at the same time, then laughed. "Hey, Jamie? Haha, you totally froze up." Scayth grinned. She playfully smacked him, "Shut up! It was Michael Jackson, alright? You were almost as bad as me!" "Yeah, and Yaz was talking to him like he was anyone!" Scayth looked at me in amazement. I just shrugged. I didn't really know what that was either. "And how did you know what he was gonna say?" Jamie asked. "I really have no idea. I didn't mean to say anything, it just kinda happened..."          But suddenly a whole new scene appeared in front of my eyes. It wa

The Shadow In My Soul *Ch.1 Realization* David stumbled through the door, gripping Andrew's shoulder. Lily hopped up from the show she was watching and helped drag him to the couch, where he coughed violently. "Did it happen again?" She looked at Andrew. He had dark black hair, spiking up in the back, and his bangs were sharpened to a point, teasing his bright green eyes. He was wearing a black and red glove with no fingers, a gray shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and baggy deep blue denim jeans. "Yeah, I don't know what his deal is." She looked at David, who had black hair, parted on the side of his head, with bangs sweeping over his ri

Every tear I've ever shed, I promise, belongs to you.

One contemptuous soul, Screaming in defiance. One tortured heart, Crying tears of blood. One lonely thought, Hurtling through my mind. Alone we are weak, But together we are strong.