I am a wandering spirit tangled in the shit of this transient thing called human existence.
I'm the product of the things that have happened to me and the decisions I refused to make. I am nothing different than other people, I am pretty normal-- well, I thought I was unique back then but people started claiming they were unique too, so, hello reality.
Pausiu
Jio
Denielle James
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EXITSYARCHIVES;
The birth of sadness emerges from this heart,
As the ending of your wonderful reign concludes.
A tear escapes my overflowing eyes, rolling down,
Followed by another, another, another. It overflows.
Won’t you leave me with an ounce of hope, please?
Tell me that someday, you will return to your stage.
Rule my heart with your music once again. (Don’t let it end.)
What will it take for you to stay here, in this scene?
This emotion, it fills me from within, to the fullest.
Won’t you stay back? Come back? Listen to my selfishness.
I stand on the fine line between love and hate, don’t you see?
This world needs you, your passion, your love. Everything.
Come back and redeem our hearts. Make us believe in style.
This poem is dedicated to a jrock band called bis (believe in style) who have recently announced that they will disband as of 13th of January, 2008. Personally, this makes me really sad as I am a fan. I only got into their music this year but they really touched my heart.
Here is a link to a video of one of their songs - the first one which I ever heard from them. It’s called SEASON’S.
No matter what happens, I will always hope that they will someday reunite and create beautiful music together once again.
- always believe in style-