Creative writing about/inspired by MIKA!!

Hi everyone!!! I've been having a look through the threads (not all of them obviously) and I thought that this forum would need a creative writing thread!! Mika is a singer song-WRITER. He sings, he draws (we know that and there is a mika fan art thread already), but let us not forget that he also writes! And is a good writer:wub2: So, I thought we could post our own pieces of writing here. They could be texts about Mika or texts inspired by him (or random texts, doesn't matter really^^). I don't think we should post fanfic here though, this is not the point is it. Maybe poems, and "poetic essays" or stuff like that. But fanfic are, dunno, erm well, I don't think I like that a lot:thumb_yello:.

So have fun and let the imagination spread!!

P.S: Here is a like to the "ALL Mika fan-art" thread. Alexandra pointed out that there are many talents on MFC. This is true, check this thread out and you'll see!! http://www.mikafanclub.com/forums/showthread.php?t=3041

So, I have some texts to post down here.

The Rainbow

Once I was walking down the street.

Something really funny happened.

A little boy stood on his feet.

He was sad and looked abandoned.

“What's wrong ?” I asked the little boy.

“I have lost my rainbow” sniffed he.

“It was full of colours and joy

And came out of that big old tree”.

Some trees were indeed growing there.

Odd and very old and twisted,

Yet impressive and strong they were.

One tree, however, was different,

Older and bigger and stronger,

Of all it was the most ancient.

Its jolly flowers were in bloom

And its green leaves were shimmering.

Suddenly I had the feeling

That a wonder would happen soon.

All the leaves and all the flowers

Began to move all together.

Golden shiny dust flew away

And rose into the fading day.

My eyes followed this procession,

Moving and dancing in the air.

My heart was filled with emotion.

The ballet eventually stopped

And formed into a coloured arch.

The boy, too, had the whole scene watched.

“Look !” he said “my rainbow is back!”

The child was smiling and laughing.

I asked him : “What is happening ?”

“It's Rainbow-tree !” he answered back.

A rainbow-making tree that was !

Never in my life I had seen

Such a great and wonderful scene.

My life forever changed it has.

April 2008, Emilie P.

This one's in French and for you, Mika, if you happen to read it

Untitled

Dès que mes pensées

Dévient

Tu es mon obsession,

Mon i l l u s i o n ma passion.

Mes pensées

Se fixent

Sur ton image,

Tes yeux ta bouche ton visage.

Ton sourire est prisonnier

A jamais

Un sillage de ton passage

Restera gravé

Dans mes pensées.

May 2008, Emilie P.

HI ,

Quel talent

MFC abound of all kind of talent (drawing, text, manual creation like bag ,...).

HI ,

 

Quel talent

 

MFC abound of all kind of talent (drawing, text, manual creation like bag ,...).

 

Thank you very much! And yeah, true we're all artists here aren't we!!! MIKA, CAN YOU SEE THAT!!!!

Here's something of mine.

THE RAINBOW MAN

Not so very long ago, the people of Earth became very sad.

But they did not know why they were sad, only that they were sad. Of course, because all the people were sad, all the beautiful colours of the Earth seemed to fade away. No one actually realized that the colours were fading from their lives, because it happened so slowly but gradually, the colours of the grass, the flowers and the trees, even the sky, faded away, and the only colours left, were black, grey, and a murky shade of white.

One day some people were feeling unhappy as usual when, suddenly, a bright light appeared, and then a shard of rainbow coloured light came down from the grey sky and hit the ground. A young man was riding the light, all the way to Earth, and he wore brightly coloured clothes and he smiled at the people. But at first the people hid their eyes, because they were no longer used to such bright colours. However, gradually they did look at him, and they liked and trusted him.

Then, he sang to them, and his voice was magical, and as he sang each of his beautiful songs, with his magical voice, the colours of the field, the flowers, the trees, and the sky, all came back, and the hearts of the people were happy again.

The young man explained that his mission was to go around the world and bring all the rainbow colours back to the peoples’ lives, and to sing to the people with his wonderful voice, a voice which had the power to make the whole world joyful. He promised to fill the world with his lovely songs, and beautiful vivid colours. And so it came to pass, that ‘The Rainbow man’, with his child-like presence, his lovely songs, and his fantastic colours, made the world a better place to be, and even when he becomes a part of that big rainbow in the sky, his magic will never leave the world. The Rainbow Man will be remembered forever. His name is Mika, and his music will never die.

Here's something of mine.

 

THE RAINBOW MAN

 

 

Not so very long ago, the people of Earth became very sad.

But they did not know why they were sad, only that they were sad. Of course, because all the people were sad, all the beautiful colours of the Earth seemed to fade away. No one actually realized that the colours were fading from their lives, because it happened so slowly but gradually, the colours of the grass, the flowers and the trees, even the sky, faded away, and the only colours left, were black, grey, and a murky shade of white.

One day some people were feeling unhappy as usual when, suddenly, a bright light appeared, and then a shard of rainbow coloured light came down from the grey sky and hit the ground. A young man was riding the light, all the way to Earth, and he wore brightly coloured clothes and he smiled at the people. But at first the people hid their eyes, because they were no longer used to such bright colours. However, gradually they did look at him, and they liked and trusted him.

Then, he sang to them, and his voice was magical, and as he sang each of his beautiful songs, with his magical voice, the colours of the field, the flowers, the trees, and the sky, all came back, and the hearts of the people were happy again.

The young man explained that his mission was to go around the world and bring all the rainbow colours back to the peoples’ lives, and to sing to the people with his wonderful voice, a voice which had the power to make the whole world joyful. He promised to fill the world with his lovely songs, and beautiful vivid colours. And so it came to pass, that ‘The Rainbow man’, with his child-like presence, his lovely songs, and his fantastic colours, made the world a better place to be, and even when he becomes a part of that big rainbow in the sky, his magic will never leave the world. The Rainbow Man will be remembered forever. His name is Mika, and his music will never die.

Oh!! This is a really great text!! Mika, the Rainbow Man, that fits him like a glove! Actually, my world was already full of colours before Mika, but now, I'm making a colour overdose!:wub2:MIKA, YOU'RE FANTASTIC!!

**I've already posted this poem somewhere,but it belongs to this thread,so i'll put it here too

Mind is guilty,because it thinks of you all the time,

I thought:’Ok,this feeling will pass during the time’.

Caught in the nett,my hart then was,

And I can’t stop thinking at all things those.

Pay attention on every picture of yours,

Even if it’s five years old(just to feel little bit close to you).

Nobody can says:’Come on,he doesn’t even think fifth part on you’

No,’couse you are my polestar,my melody rout.

I piss off when someone talks bad about you,

Make mess,like they talk about me too.

And I can’t stand when you get ‘stuck in the middle’

No,’couse you are my polestar,my melody rout.

By: Daniela Todorovic:D

**I've already posted this poem somewhere,but it belongs to this thread,so i'll put it here too

 

Mind is guilty,because it thinks of you all the time,

I thought:’Ok,this feeling will pass during the time’.

Caught in the nett,my hart then was,

And I can’t stop thinking at all things those.

 

 

 

Pay attention on every picture of yours,

Even if it’s five years old(just to feel little bit close to you).

Nobody can says:’Come on,he doesn’t even think fifth part on you’

No,’couse you are my polestar,my melody rout.

I piss off when someone talks bad about you,

Make mess,like they talk about me too.

And I can’t stand when you get ‘stuck in the middle’

No,’couse you are my polestar,my melody rout.

 

 

 

By: Daniela Todorovic:D

Hey, yeah, I had read it before, it's great!! I searched for similar threads, but didn't find anything, so here it is!!

Well, I can’t write in English but I really love to read both stories and poems!

Thank you for opening this thread and let’s hope for many contributions and a long life!

Marilyn Mastin....beautiful story!

Well, I can’t write in English but I really love to read both stories and poems!

 

Thank you for opening this thread and let’s hope for many contributions and a long life!

 

 

Marilyn Mastin....beautiful story!

Oh, you know, just feel free to post any texts you wrote, even if it's not in English!! That doesn't matter. And your English doesn't sound bad at all, you could try!!!

welll...i never share my stuff..but this is a poem i had to write for english, it's about this stupid mountain i climbed

Defeated

We saw you at first glance

we gaped in awe, entranced

the pictures we took in front of you

you were just trying to trick me

we started climgin

confused by trees

sticks and stumps, but no breeze

you were trying to confuse me

i saw the hike

no one expected what you had in mind

we kept crawling higher

we knew you were trying to trick me

it got harder every second

every foot; steeper

we looked down, terrified

no water;that's when i knew

i was going to trick you

halfway; we all thought you'd defeated me

you really did trick us then

none of us knew how much farther to go

there's no tricking you

at the top i hated you

no time to stop

you tricked me;us all

but i still defeated you.

by: Laura Tripp:wink2:

welll...i never share my stuff..but this is a poem i had to write for english, it's about this stupid mountain i climbed

 

Defeated

 

We saw you at first glance

we gaped in awe, entranced

the pictures we took in front of you

you were just trying to trick me

 

we started climgin

confused by trees

sticks and stumps, but no breeze

you were trying to confuse me

 

i saw the hike

no one expected what you had in mind

we kept crawling higher

we knew you were trying to trick me

 

it got harder every second

every foot; steeper

we looked down, terrified

no water;that's when i knew

i was going to trick you

 

halfway; we all thought you'd defeated me

you really did trick us then

none of us knew how much farther to go

there's no tricking you

 

at the top i hated you

no time to stop

 

you tricked me;us all

but i still defeated you.

 

 

 

by: Laura Tripp:wink2:

:punk:Really nice!! I guess you got a good mark?? The mountain may be stupid, but you made a great poem out of it finally:wink2:

Well, I have some other poems to share with you.

The first one is a small one, about writing

To Write

Ink and paper.

How mere things have the power to create great ones !

What a wonderful journey.

Tears, hope, anger or laugh.

Open your mind, let your imagination spread,

And dive into other lives, other places.

Other worlds !

Discovery is so close to hand.

That's all you need.

Ink and paper.

November 2007, Emilie P.

The second one is a text on dreams (Mika really inspired me when I wrote it)

Dreams

Have you ever dreamt ? You must have... Everybody dreams, it's a fact. But, do you remember your dreams ? Or do they usually slip away ?

There was once a little girl who really liked sleeping. Her parents wondered why – kids normally hate going to bed at night – and eventually asked their daughter : “Why do you like to sleep ?”. “I love sleeping, because when I'm asleep, I dream dreams” was her answer.

And that was true ! Every time she closed her lovely eyes, dreams invaded her mind. Nights were journeys to unknown and extraordinary worlds. Red seas, blue islands, green clouds. Everything looked so colourful ! She had met talking animals, walking trees, real-song-singing birds. She had once been a princess, another night she was a witch, or even a vagabond. She could be whoever she wanted to be, go wherever she wanted to go and do whatever she wanted to do.

But dreams are only dreams. When the morning came, the child was a simple, ordinary girl, in a simple ordinary world. No magic, no colourful wonders, nothing fantastic...

That's why dreams are so wonderful, but the little girl couldn't understand ; if dreams were life, then life wouldn't be fantastic. Dreams are fantastic because they're but dreams.

April 2008, Emilie P.

Finally (for today at least:wink2:), here is a text about Mexico

The Pyramid of the Magician

A large extend of soft and green grass.

Like a deep emerald ocean

Surrounded by the dense and mysterious jungle.

The past suddenly looms up out of this fabulous nature,

Captivating me.

This past, who survived time.

Pitiless, cruel time.

The stones allow me to enter their world.

A world full of wonders, full of life.

Bright colours, perfumes, people, animals

Excitation, animation.

I am dazzled.

My eyes are running to follow every step, every little move,

My ears are thirsty for melodies, cries, voices.

I can smell the sweet scent of exotic fruits,

Pineapples, bananas, mangos, kiwis, ...

And then, nothing.

Something, a light touch, a rustle, brings be back to reality.

To the present.

All I can hear now is the chirping of birds.

All I can see is a pyramid.

An amazing, motionless pyramid.

I am smiling.

And still staring at this marvel, I silently thank her.

Imprisoned in the present, but full of memory,

She opened the door and showed me her secrets.

Her past.

November 2007, Emilie P.

:punk:Really nice!! I guess you got a good mark?? The mountain may be stupid, but you made a great poem out of it finally:wink2:

aww thanx!

well our teacher decided just to give us 100 if we did it, not on the actuall content, which made me kinda angry

we had to find a picture and write about it, so i found one of me and a bunch of my friends ontop of the mountain that we thought was gunna be easy to climb and some ended almost fainting! but the pic shows us defeating the mountain!

:punk:i really love that dreams one! it makes you think about things i never really thought of, and same with the ink and paper one! so beautiful:thumb_yello:

Such wonderful stuff you guys have put up so far! This is my first attempt in publishing my english poem in a forum:

this is dedicated to Mica Penniman :

Twilight Star

Twilight star,you shine among the rest

Now i couldn't love you less

Twilight star,take me away

Back to your heaven so I can wait for the day

When my dreams,will happen..

Twilight star,don't fade away,

I need your tender touch and love,

To get me high above,

As the sunshine milds,

And the moonlight starts to dim,

The brightest star will smile,

Leaving the sweetest of dreams..

by: Azliyana Azlee (me)

:punk:i really love that dreams one! it makes you think about things i never really thought of, and same with the ink and paper one! so beautiful:thumb_yello:

Thank you!! Mika has this power! Suck inspiration out of our brains^^

And err, 100 means... what? Cause I live in Switzerland and we have an "out of 6" grade system:wink2:

Thank you!! Mika has this power! Suck inspiration out of our brains^^

And err, 100 means... what? Cause I live in Switzerland and we have an "out of 6" grade system:wink2:

oh haha, woops:naughty:

it means i got full credit, it was actually out of 20, but i got 100%...does that make any sense?:boxed:i bet i just confused you even more:naughty: yes i got all the points:thumb_yello:

Such wonderful stuff you guys have put up so far! This is my first attempt in publishing my english poem in a forum:

this is dedicated to Mica Penniman :

 

Twilight Star

 

Twilight star,you shine among the rest

Now i couldn't love you less

Twilight star,take me away

Back to your heaven so I can wait for the day

When my dreams,will happen..

Twilight star,don't fade away,

I need your tender touch and love,

To get me high above,

As the sunshine milds,

And the moonlight starts to dim,

The brightest star will smile,

Leaving the sweetest of dreams..

 

by: Azliyana Azlee (me)

:wub2:Oh, I wish Mika could see those texts!! This one's really nice! You said "first attempt in English", so what's your language?

oh haha, woops:naughty:

 

it means i got full credit, it was actually out of 20, but i got 100%...does that make any sense?:boxed:i bet i just confused you even more:naughty: yes i got all the points:thumb_yello:

:roftl:No no, ok, got it! I should have thought about it before *silly me* WELL DONE!

Well, I can’t write in English but I really love to read both stories and poems!

 

Thank you for opening this thread and let’s hope for many contributions and a long life!

 

 

Marilyn Mastin....beautiful story!

Thank you.

Oh, you know, just feel free to post any texts you wrote, even if it's not in English!! That doesn't matter. And your English doesn't sound bad at all, you could try!!!

That’s sweet but really; my English is very limited when it comes to write more than just ordinary things. I write a lot in my own language, Swedish, but you have to have so much deeper knowledge about a language to be able to be creative in it.

And writing in Swedish, I think we are about 10 people in this forum who knows it!

But I’m absolutely fine with reading and enjoying your work.

 

 

Finally (for today at least:wink2:), here is a text about Mexico

 

The Pyramid of the Magician

 

A large extend of soft and green grass.

Like a deep emerald ocean

Surrounded by the dense and mysterious jungle.

The past suddenly looms up out of this fabulous nature,

Captivating me.

This past, who survived time.

Pitiless, cruel time.

The stones allow me to enter their world.

A world full of wonders, full of life.

Bright colours, perfumes, people, animals

Excitation, animation.

I am dazzled.

My eyes are running to follow every step, every little move,

My ears are thirsty for melodies, cries, voices.

I can smell the sweet scent of exotic fruits,

Pineapples, bananas, mangos, kiwis, ...

And then, nothing.

Something, a light touch, a rustle, brings be back to reality.

To the present.

All I can hear now is the chirping of birds.

All I can see is a pyramid.

An amazing, motionless pyramid.

I am smiling.

And still staring at this marvel, I silently thank her.

Imprisoned in the present, but full of memory,

She opened the door and showed me her secrets.

Her past.

 

November 2007, Emilie P.

this one's brilliant! i love all the words and metaphors u used to describe mexico

:wub2:Oh, I wish Mika could see those texts!! This one's really nice! You said "first attempt in English", so what's your language?

My primary language is Malay,much much different from English.But we're studying english as an important subject here.thanks for the compliment! i'm pretty new at this.

this one's brilliant! i love all the words and metaphors u used to describe mexico

 

 

 

My primary language is Malay,much much different from English.But we're studying english as an important subject here.thanks for the compliment! i'm pretty new at this.

You should continue then! Cause it's good^^. You know, for me, it's the first time I share my texts with other people (excpet from my mother, father and brother lol):wink2:I dunno, I feel a bit shy about them:blush-anim-cl:

*Your plush toy*

If anyone asks me

how far can i get,

the answer will be

till the stars,yes!

To the shiny friends

take me,little boy,

please,don't drop my hands,

take me like your toy.

Busy,yes,you're everytime,

but can't go nowhere from my mind,

where you don't sleep,never,I'm not fine,

my hart starts to falling deep in plush,no lies.

By: Daniela Todorovic