Sammy Witness is protective over many things: her heart, her family, and the quality of her music. This South Florida native has spent the better part of her vocal nineteen years of life strumming her guitar with love and conviction. Singing on all matter of things, her original songs convey her keen perspective on society and relationships ranging from broad observations to personal anecdotes. Witty and bitingly blunt, this singer-songwriter promises, "There’s not too much I’m afraid of."
this waking tipping hourglass that incases our being
which lays before us
gazing towards sun that gleams from your every piece
a wish of hearts in feast
to bury toes in
to feel you in all it's pouring in between
for if angels could restrain us
we wouldn't be such ridiculous versions of ourselves they say
for then maybe thy
would miss this beautiful play
in these sands of time
alas there to never be reason for this rhyme
and those moments sink in bone
to gather dust alone...
Some people ask me why I write…
Why I feel so much…
Why I care…
The only answer I can come up with is you…
Our life is filled up of so many seconds
So many moments….
So much birth
So much death
There consists
This aching
Gnawing…
For no matter where I am
Or what I’m doing
In those seconds…
My heart won’t allow me to fathom or accept
In any of those seconds…
Any of those moments…
You having to feel alone…
So I wish to take your hand
And walk
With you as you
Have my heart
Tunnel of sight.
Through bones of a soul.
Laugh, cry, be seen whole.
where life carries no seam.
Black , white, yet full of color.
Seen in new light
as day steals from night. - .b.
Hey how is it going believe we met along time ago at an open mic in orlando, I live in nyc now and I am moving back shortly just looking to see if anyone knows anyone looking for a roommate alos hope to see you at the open mics soon keep jammin
Hey, just stopping by your page to check your stuff out - keep me posted on your work. Let me know if you'd like some help with your next project - Brody Murakami
Life is made up of us trying to paint canvases of our smiles
and words that breathe our moments of feeling alive, and in reality it
doesn't matter if anyone buys them or not, to us all that matters is
that we touched the brush...
Maybe the summer brings out a new twilight in our eyes that the fall kindled ever so sweetly...
and the sunset carries not the day past but the story forward...
if you look for a tragedy you might find a smile instead...
