She came into the world as an sweet little baby,
and grew into an young woman that was very sweet.
The career of her being an singer began,
with talent and beauty that comes from out as well as within,
her songs were truthful and something you can understand.
Aaliyah was a Princess,
an angel that would never change.
Her face will never be seen,
but her spirit will always be here and won't leave,
though its sad she won't grow old and also have children,
but will forever be with her beau, the sweet Damon.
She taught us never to get up but dust yourself off and try again,
But now she won't face pain.
When she died, it broke our hearts,
but we will never be apart.
Her spirit will live in all of us,
for now we can look up and know she's someone who we'll trust
She was never afraid to die,
her death shocked us and made us cry,
and the true reason she left us, we'll never know why.
But I know that she is now reunited with her aunt and grandmother,
but will live on in all of us, including her parents and brother.
We'll miss you Babygirl,
with love from your fans all over the globe.
This poem was written by one of your fans, Tia,
and also this website is for you as well, Aaliyah.
The Day America Cried - For the victims of 9-11
The day America cried-where do we begin?
A war started and those tears that befell-turn into vengence.
Two giants, each handsome as they stood tall proudly over the city,
Fell to their deaths taking away our innocence and our security.
Over in Washington, the immortal Pentegon took an blow,
For she still standing, but lives on the plane had to go.
The day America cried, those sould gone to heaven,
The death toll rising to a thousand.
In Pennsylvania, another plane crashed, killing everyone,
And I bet God wasn't laughing for what those terrorists had done.
No more knowing we're safe, no more seeing the Twins standing there,
But our Patriotism grew and its nice to see our flags everywhere.
God Bless the United States, for we had went through,
But now we're stronger than ever too.
The 11th day of September-killed our souls inside,
For that was the day America cried.
You brought us joy and hope, for you were the Quiet Beatle,
Your solo career sky rocketed and you were well known,
Though you're gone, your songs remain and we will always love you,
We enjoyed seeing you on television and how much you've grown.
Going through the breakup of your band must be very tough,
Maybe working together wasn't that much,
And when you set out on your own and the killing threat was enough,
But the spirituality you had gone through, went through millions it touched.
I will remember the songs you had sung when you were with your band,
Even the song you had sung in 1988, "I Got My Mind Set On You",
Your words you had said, I will always understand,
And guess what George, you'll live forever too.
Rest in peace our Quiet Beatle, its not the end,
Even though you had missed John, you and him are reunited again.
Silly silly John, sitting near a tree,
writing, writing, writing so nicely.
Silly silly John, worked on a song with Paulie,
Singing, singing, singing a song to George's, his, Paul's and Ringo's beat.
Silly silly John, finished his first bookie,
Wrote, wrote, wrote a lot more as can be.
Now we say no more about him, for he is gone,
But, but, but we won't stop thinking about silly silly John!
Only 28 years old,
when God called you home,
no more pain or suffering, no more trembling drome.
Surely you would miss your fiancee's kisses,
see you once again, I'm sure that's what she wishes.
Lest you do not know,
this isn't goodbye, sweet crow.
You gave us joy, even your short list of movies to watch and see,
and though I never got a chance to meet you, you'll always be with me.
Now you're up in heaven with your dear father
But the pain of loosing her only son, you, it mainly hurted your mother.
God wanted you to come home so that's why He gave you a call,
though it's not fair at all.
I can only imagine what a great angel you have become,
yet a handsome one!
Brandon, though now you're gone,
we'll know you're still here, by hearing the crows cawing their song.
Remember as you're up there looking down at us,
telling us to love one another,
just remember, this isn't goodbye, sweet crow.
Night after night he would come home,
from the blood that made his skin warm.
Words cannot express, though its the music,
with the story of his life, played out in seconds.
Hands clasped on the wooden violin,
his eyes closed, passion streamed through his music.
What is he thinking, as he played on,
what is he dreaming, all night long.
Longing for company, he awaits,
maybe one day a girl would come and sweep him away.
Until then, the music he will play,
until then in the land of the violin,
that's where my beloved chere would stay.
He places the violin down then walks over to the chair in front of his fireplace,
thinking, longing, for someone to come to him, to carress,
to run his fingers in their hair, to kiss their mouth on their delicate face,
to hold and to comfort.
But the violinist would stand up now,
takes the violin and began the sweet sound.
On and on he would play until its time to sleep,
so don't you cry, dear child, do not weep,
the sound of his music, is passionate, and sweet,
and will sweep you off your delicate little feet.
Made so young, yet he's unique,
With hair as black as ebony,
this is my green eyed beauty.
Tall, thin, yet he's shy as can be,
so soft is his words, and how he talks to me,
you cannot hide away from this green eyed beauty.
How the way he walks, how his hands sway along with his refine body,
how his hair just comb back behind his ears so perfectically,
this is the charm and trance which is hit on me by my green eyed beauty.
I sit in my room, can't get him out of my mind,
twitch my nose, rub my eyes,
there is no way to replace that green eyed beauty of mine.
So I say these words to you,
so endlessly true,
this poem was written by me,
for my beloved and sweet green eyed beauty.
Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane,
its Superman...
Look at the man behind the cape, the tights, the origin of Krypton.
What do see? Who to believe?
Why its no other than the sweet Christopher Reeve.
Who smiled, who cried, who faced danger when he was alive,
our sweet Christopher Reeve...
He had faced a tragedy, couldn't be able to walk but able to breathe.
Yet, he still be able to lift people's spirits up, and does much as he could possibly can,
we won't forget our Superman.
October 10th was the day God called him home to be with the angels,
he left behind movies, his legacy, his tiredless work to help those
unfortunate and a story that is yet to tell,
we just love him as well.
I wish I had a chance to talk to him, to hug him, to tell him that he is our hero,
now he's gone, but he won't have to be very old.
Hang up the cape, put away the tights,
dear Dana and their beloved son, please don't cry.
there will be a day when you would see him also.
We love you dear Christopher Reeve so please understand,
you're forever known as our Superman.
Here I am, sitting here,
Inside me, I'm filled with sad tears.
The place I am at, is eating me from the inside,
making me feel worthless and wanting to die.
I want to fly out of this guilded cage,
filled with rules and no way to escape.
Her words ar throwing at me like knives,
destroying me from the inside.
Why I have to be here in this place,
why I have to be stuck with this disgrace?
Why I have to live with this pain,
why this pain inisde had to happen to me again?
Why this had to happen so quickly to me,
I want to be free,
without Betty's Home destroying me.
If I stay for one more month,
I will die and my body would be gone.
If I stay for one more month,
the depression would take myself and suicide would become.
I pray for a miracle,
to be with my friends in a regular home.
I pray to pay rent, and to hang out,
without hearing Betty yell and shout.
I want to be understood, to be able to go and come as I please,
without Betty destroying me.
aye, that's where and what I like to be.
Sailing on the Black Pearl,
seeing different seas and the whole world,
getting slapped by the tavern girls,
ye, I can manage and still here I twirl.
Black Pearl, she's my beauty,
maybe a bottle of rum would fit me.
Aye, I take out my sword and swipe,
that smirk from your face with all me might.
So come along, take that bottle of rum
,
see what the world is about and where I've come from.
So grab everything, yes you can grab a arrow,
come aboard the Black Pearl with me, Jack Sparrow.
Yo ho ho ho I like it to be,
this is definatly a Pirate's Life for me!
Hair as golden and white as the sun and the clouds,
tall as a tree which is stand so true and proud.
Red as the color of passion and fire,
you are the reason of his endless desire.
Skin as white as snow, eyes blue as the sky,
You slain the evildoer with all your might,
never feeding on the innocent, never seeing them wither and die.
Soft voice, still hearing in the wind,
calling for your cherub to come and your friendship returns and begins.
Our beautiful Marius, our eternal one,
so proud and wise, yet so handsome.
Our beautiful Marius, our beauty,
Our vampiric master, so seductive.
Wise as a old owl who had stand by all night,
its seem like you have been around since the beginning of time.
Your talents spread like a wings of a crow,
flying high into the sky, look how they soar.
Your knowledge never left, neither did your composure,
you're with us, no matter what, that's what I am sure of.
I write this from the heart, for all you have done for all of us,
you're Amadeo's master, you're the one who we can love and trust.
Blackwood farm that's where he lives,
cute yet alone, what gives?
Mayfairs know him by name,
Mona have gotten his heart-that's a shame.
Goblin haunts him every day and night,
yet where is he? But he's there with all his might.
Lestat turned him just for him to be with his love,
but he's here on SR.
I didn't know who he is since I didn't read the book,
but just one simple question gave me one simple look.
This is his day, born in the same year as my sister Denise,
yet the bday boy is so generous and so darn sweet.
I wonder if there is anyone for him, yet I wish I was the lucky one,
to have a love, to have someone.
I wish I would've read his book to understand more about the farm,
or about Quinn himself yet it won't do any harm.
Happy bday to our sweet Quinn Blackwood,
hope its fun and sweet and yet this poem I hope you understood!
O' ye how beauty his face can be,
fits to be well kissed as by thee.
Eyes as brown as a treasure chest,
hair long and auburn for thy to caress.
Thy love as pure as his heart,
desire runs through thy veins for just a look,
hold and kiss and embrace thine cherub,
heavenly face and a vampiric thirst too.
Hear thy voice calling out,
to ye with the angel heart.
Cherub angel that's who thy will be,
for thy to be held and kiss so tenderly.
I take thee hand and hold it in mine,
even in thought through space and time.
Even though I'm miles away,
Thy heart is within mine so tentively.
Amadeo, Armand, wherever you are,
I love thee with all thy heart.
Come to thee, even in thy dreams,
for thy love for you will always be.
As the wind blows, and the stars shine,
sitting here against the trees I think to thyself,
How green thine eyes so bright,
How black thy hair is, and skin as smooth as silk.
Oh! How art passion for thy Louis, runs free,
How much can thy take to be yet unbroken,
captures thy soul and release it in thee,
and hear thy words to be spoken.
Oh! To hear thy words to my ears,
to have thy Louis in my arms,
to taste the sorrow he feels in thy tears,
to sit near the fire and feel its warmth.
Oh! I should not wait or cry,
for thy passion for thy Louis will never die.
People see me as a gentle soul,
with nothing wrong inside deep of my core.
Yet if you look into my eyes,
there is pain and longing to die.
Hair as brown as a oak tree with a tint of red,
eyes blue as the sky and I have a look of a little child yet.
You would think I am this perfect girl with no problems at all,
but if you listen, my heart calls.
However, I have shown nothing but anger,
to the ones I love so much, it feels like they had been hurt.
So I want to say how much I am sorry and I love you,
just don't let me go, don't let me fall and hold on me too.
To see someone so sad,
it just breaks my heart.
To see someone so hurt,
it just make me wanna conbust.
To see someone so angry,
it just makes me so unrealistic.
To see someone so lost,
I know what it feels to have a broken heart.
Just look deep beneath all the layers of pain,
to see the sunlight through the rain,
I've been there, just look and know they are there,
those that loves and care.
I may not have anyone but I know you have alot,
don't let this to break you and torn you apart.
To see someone so sad,
just makes me feel worse,
to see someone so hurt,
just feels like I am dead and have enough.
To see someone so angry,
all the hate buries in me.
To see someone so lost,
I feel I have been lost also and can't start.
Aaliyah had said in a song to wipe your tears,
and she cares 4 u,
listen to her and you will find she is talking to you.
Ville knows how you feel when you feel nothing is right,
he too had felt like that and wanted to die.
So just hold on you can do it I know,
and love will never let you go.
I have no wings, they are gone,
I have no halo, not sure if it is on.
I have no heavenly light,
surrounding me with its delight.
Perhaps because I am in darkness,
guided only by my breath.
Perhaps I am just hardly spoken,
nah its because I am broken.
Love me like you never do,
Love me like I would to you.
Love me when the sky turns black,
Love me when there's no going back.
Love me while the rain falls,
Love me while nothing happens at all.
Love me when the air goes out,
Love me, please don't shout.
Love me if you can't let it be,
Love me when blind men can't see.
Love me when someone tells a lie,
Love me when the earth dies.
Love me forever and more,
Love me when things and countries are torn.
Love me forever and beyond,
Love me with all your heart.
All writing and art © Tia.