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"I want to adopt one boy and one girl from each continent."  MJ.
"I want to adopt one boy and one girl from each continent." MJ.
I still feel those shivers when I listen to his sad songs. I still feel cold when I hear his voice. I still feel angry after all the haters and taboids.
Now nothing is the same without him. Since the day of his death I always wanted to shout : "WHY?" outside my window. But I couldn't because I ddin't feel like doing it.
"Get over it.." "Just get over it!" "Come on it's Michael Jackson.." people always said that to me.
But I can't. It's still hard for me. Michael had so many dreams that he wanted them to come true. But it was just to late. He was to young to pass away.
Why him? if he was alright. I don't know if any of you guys felt this but when I hear my friends going to their favorite musican's concert or something I feel sad cause that won't happen with me. I would never see him again.
I feel happy when people remember him but I feel cold inside.
God wanted him so early.
He was such a gentle, kind man. He has given money and time to so many charities. He love childen, animals, everyone. He is such a great role model. His humanitarian efforts are amazing. He inspires me to be a better person. I have cried since it hit me last Friday. I will miss him forever. I truly believe he is an angel in heaven now, God is calling the good ones home, and the trash is getting stuck here. I wish I could go to heaven now.
Michael always wanted us to be healthy and he was always worried about the planet and humanity. We would have to take care of the planet all by ourselves. Michael left that to us.
We must all spread his message : LOVE
"Make that change"
"Make that change"
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody Gone bad
Situation Aggravation
Everybody Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody Dog food
Bang bang Shock dead
Everybody's Gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me Hate me
You can never Break me
Will me Thrill me
You can never Kill me
Jew me Sue me
Everybody Do me
Kick me Kike me
Don't you Black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and...
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Michael can’t sleep as he sits on his couch with The Twilight Zone running in the background of the television. It seems like lately, he can’t sleep and it seems to be getting worse as he gets older. His mind wanders with thoughts, fears, hopes, and of course music. Well, that’s what his mind usually is thinking about, tonight it’s about Holly. Michael can’t seem to erase the thought of them kissing each other and how it felt tonight. One thing was for certain; he wanted more and it intimidated him. He looks at his watch that reads three thirty a.m. The only other person who would...
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The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as Holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the fans are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her daisy duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others singing out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not by Michael’s...
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