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I'm watching over my silver lining

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  • the97_introvert 5d

    No matter how hard I try, I'm becoming the souvenir of my regrets. Guilt is my mirror now.

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    Souvenir

    Mirror says she isn't friends with me anymore,
    for an imminent smile broke that trust.

    // Wrinkles and saggy skin define your sorrow,
    blemishes and worry lines confuse your anger.
    Why should this broken face see a tomorrow?
    It's souvenir for those who made you a wrangler. //

    Mirror keeps talking, expecting that smile
    but all she can hear is a cry for help,
    a cry from a desperate souvenir.

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 4w

    I'm lost in between me that wants to be her,
    and her that wants to come back to me.
    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 5w

    Change

    Change is just a futile paradigm until
    you become the essence of it.

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 5w

    Happy Birthday T @btslove ❤️

    Remember how we used to say that we wished we had grown up together, went to same school and college,
    well today I wish I could just meet you one day to tell you how important you are in my life.
    Today I thank each trouble that bothered me and each palisade that I tried to cross. Because it always led me to you and you were the one who helped me overcome that.
    Thankyou for being my friend ❤️
    Stay the same Tooba ❤️
    Sarangae ❤️

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    Palisade

    She woke me up from a dream of mine,
    wanting to wish for another of hers.
    The clouds around me vanished as
    I stood in front of the wooden palisade.

    I kept trying to get over it until I saw her
    next to me chanting wishes as prayers,
    under the shooting star that swept past us
    as if it didn't have time to grant her one.

    Her hands dragged me closer to the palisade
    as she knelt down infront of it, sure of how
    us, the wallflowers from an empty boulevard
    would cross the palisade this time.

    And like everytime, I wouldn't doubt her
    instincts, not even for a second.

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 7w

    Happy Birthday @thesunshineloves ❤️
    Keep inking and stay happy forever dear ��

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    Lover of the Sunshine

    She would rather sing with parched lips,
    the mellifluous voice from valleys ahead
    whispering to the wind,
    //Take those clouds away from sky
    It crowds to welcome the storm
    My wings might bleed to fly high
    But I would still be close to home //
    Gazing at the proud rainbow flaunting,
    her eyes escaped further into the sky,
    deeper than ever searching for a halo.
    For the halo knew, it's the sunshine she loves.

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 7w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill


    Would you trade a thousand lives ?

    I might become a butterfly in the next life, so that
    I could care so much less and live just being proud
    of my tiny wings, similiar or different from others,
    and I would still be colorful at the end of it.

    I might grow into a tree in another life, towering over
    the forest to be the shade that protects my home
    until I get chopped off by the hands of a tomorrow,
    and I would still look formidable to the creepers.

    I might pour down as the rain in my third life, shapeshifting into snowfall, hail or sleet, expressing every inch of myself to the world watching me plummet,
    and I would still not be judged for doing so.

    I might spread like the sky or the sea in many more
    lives, so that none can gauge the extend to which
    I can go, drifting away from what I was to what I am,
    and I would still have the infinite freedom that is not bargained.

    But,
    Why do I hate this life so much, that I yearn for another ?
    The scars on my pale skin whimpers blaming the limbs, the eyes, the face and that broken heart,
    terrified if this human life can take anymore of this trauma.

    And that's when I asked myself.
    "Would you trade a thousand lives to see
    how this one might end for you ?"
    Strangely, I felt my pain whispering YES.

    ©the97_introvert

    ~ Penned on September 6th 2021, 11:20 PM

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    Would you trade a thousand lives ?

    And that's when I asked myself.
    "Would you trade a thousand lives to see
    how this one might end for you ?"
    Strangely, I felt my pain whispering YES.

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 8w

    #Jkday #HappybdayJungkook #BTS #4jk #200posts

    Credits: Jeon Jungkook, Song: Decalcomania

    DECALCOMANIA

    When I see you smile in the screen
    You're good at everything
    You're just perfect
    Feels like I've never been you

    Your eyes sparkle under the darkness
    when I count stars in them
    Do you even see me ?
    Do you know who I am ?

    I see you in my wildest dreams, singing
    to a purple ocean in euphoria
    Do you always look this happy ?
    Or is it just my whimsical fantasy ?

    When the spotlight hides all your scars
    I want to paint you like that
    Would you tell me beautiful heart
    I want to listen to you, Please

    Am I falling apart from you ?
    the peevish voice inside cries
    Wishing to be part of your melody
    But will you take me back ? Please

    I want to be your decalcomania, I want you
    I want to be your decalcomania, I want you

    ©the97_introvert

    ~Penned on 1st September 2021, 12am KST

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    Decalcomania

    Am I falling apart from you ?
    the peevish voice inside cries
    Wishing to be part of your melody
    But will you take me back ? Please

    I want to be your decalcomania, I want you
    I want to be your decalcomania, I want you

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 8w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #fear #choices


    They say fear is a choice that we make, ready to give
    up on those pipe dreams. But I even fear the dress
    I wear when stepping outside.
    How did I choose to fear that ?


    IS FEAR A CHOICE ?

    I keep fixing my dress, unable to judge those
    slits veering in the gentle breeze like opinions
    that whisper into my dead conscience.

    My skin feels insecure under the thick fabric
    covering my modesty, shrinking along with
    the frigid words of an onlooker.

    My fugitive heart keeps daring and my exposed
    frame keeps burning as the prying eyes draw
    limits lining my silhouette.

    When night sets in, I walk home worried if my
    trembling legs under those pants might lure
    those ominous dark clouds.

    And when morning shines brightly, I wonder what difference it makes as I walk down the streets
    hiding the exact same fear.

    As days become months and months become
    years, the layer of clothing on my body thickens
    scared of this endless winter.

    Even when I fight the blinding fog and the
    plummeting hail storm, I could still see the
    avalanche closing in.

    Now tell me, is my fear really a choice ?

    ©the97_introvert

    ~Penned on 31st August 2021, 4:15 pm

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    Is Fear a Choice ?

    Even when I fight the blinding fog and the
    plummeting hail storm, I could still see the
    avalanche closing in.
    Now tell me, is my fear really a choice ?

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 8w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #shadesofred #pink

    There's always a silver lining beyond the
    deepest of the darkness.
    It isn't luck, it isn't karma, it isn't destiny.
    But it's the closest I have ever been to 'hope'.

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    Silver Lining

    Strokes color her dainty lips in pink,
    cloaking the red stain now bleeding.
    Frills flaunt her skin with a subtle wink,
    cheating traces of torment abdicating.
    Mirrors snatch her rheumy eyes in a blink,
    smiling in the ecstasy of that silver lining.

    ©the97_introvert

  • the97_introvert 9w

    And then you switch off the dim lights
    crawling into each corner of your dark
    room to drift into that favourite dream
    of happiness.

    But honestly my love, your sleepless eyes
    can tell that you barely smile in there.

    ©the97_introvert