Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

Sia Furler is probably the most constant topper on my playlist with her lovely lyrics and soothing voice. I simply love her and writing this is probably the closest I could ever get to an appreciation. Dear Sia, 'Tis  can't sum my words for how I feel, Yet I'll dip my quill in ink, and Make a frail attempt at an appraisal, In all hope you ever find this and; Feel the depth beneath these stark letters. I hope these words float through your soul, When you gaze at them, As my ink hence splatters over this sheet. For being the perfect music icon, Twirling lyrics into art with beauty like never before; The loveliest voice on the planet, I thank you. I can't recall the first lyrics i heard off of your lips, But I did listen to Titanium; Richochet... Then I found my elastic heart, Every tune from your lips threatening to rip it apart, So great it was, That I stuck on till I knew it by heart. Next came Chandelier,and even though, I was not...

It ended up a "bit' longer than I intended, but I couldn't bring myself to leave any part out. Old piece though, really old.... "Pleasure him, Be the better animal and k eep him company." 'Tis had been your first commandment. You were the result of  an afterthought; Second choice a s always will thence be, Mama. You filled the most distinct of gaps, Coming forth from a fragile rib, Yet wielding strength like none other. The company of you bringing wisdom, For he did better naming hippos. The entire essence of creation, Edging on a stray-away in your absentia. You had be there to g ive him the push, You, Mama; You lit him to life. Mama, you undermined perfection, Language fails in your description, Beauty hardly begins to define your lustre. You put him to an edge by your intelligence, Your smart suggestions m ade him find his limits, And your gentle touch was everything. Mama, You’d been the mother earth had craved; And so he...

 It's been ages since I've written this. I guess it's high time I put it up for view. Vulnerable The sunny day swaths away Twilight beckons on me All day I have waited for this hour When my courage will be thence tested My bosom tugs from within And I ask myself, "Have I really gained enough courage still...?" Then that voice in my head whispers to me Pushing me forward as always Smiling to myself, I make up my mind If I wish to stop being addressed as a poor lass I must rise to the call and prove myself of age I must prove myself different I haul a scarf over my head and slip into my sandals Sweeping out of what has always been my cove I step into the cold dark Stillness befalls around me I shudder at the icy breeze But I move on and on Further and further  Still deeper within. Everything seems too calm I however scoff at recollection of the scary tales told at twilight Only dumb maidens shudder at such tales And now I...

                              Raptures of the depths Had I heard  Or my mind played me tricks  Had I sensed it The drag  Or my head is just messed up  Faded whispers Hushes extinct  Deadness in the plainest of terms   The rush of silence that’d followed  It was deafening  A lot too loud  It almost became rhythm  The faded breaths becoming lyrics  Both twined into melody  Birthing a strange tune  Soothing to my ears Pleasing to my soul  Then it all vanished From my head that is The heights faded  Fear swept away  And the breeze that’d been still  Became a whirlwind then  I was caught in Hardly a moment left to comprehension  Expanses shrunk  And in a most beckoning of voices  I heard the call T...