Sitting here today I am thinking about music for some reason. Music has been release and my brands of free therapy on many an occasion. I have been on the brink and the right song by the right person brought me back to reality. I know I am speaking about music as though she were a lover...although maybe in an aspect she has been. Anyways I am done freaking you out now here is my playlist for this evening. Enjoy!

I love this video I think it is really funny. Plus I once felt this way about someone.

I thought I wanted this...to grow and change. Yet now I find myself feeling a different way.

I have become fearful of the chance that I might not succeed. If I did not a failure is all I would be.

That leads me to the question...if I did try and fail again would i not just be returning to the same place where I am?

Although if I did make it and actually graduate. I know it must sound childish but would that not be great.

If I could finally press play and end this long pause things would start going a different way and maybe I would not feel so lost.

So here in the quietest of night as I write I am left with a choice. Either to silently succomb or become someone with a voice.

Written By: Sami Heart-Speaker

Copyrighted@2008

I want my words to be felt and not just heard because I say things without regret.

I want my poetry to have the ability to reach inside your soul and connect.

I want you to someday buy a book with my picture under the headline of author.

I want to get that infamous diploma and by doing so I want to prove myself wrong.

I want to go to Paris in the fall and just spend the time taking it all in.

I want so many things and to set them in motion I WILL start trying.

Written By: Sami Heart-Speaker

Copyrighted@2008

I was up late last night and could not calm myself so I thought I better write. And this would be then end result of that.



The night is silent and this room is still. My insomnia is becoming violent as my need for expression builds.

I am so exhausted from thinking all day but I cannot go to be. No...first I must get all of these thoughts out of my head.

everything moves so slowly at this hour is as if even the clocks are resting to regain their power.

This homes heart beat had began changing from a fast and unsteady racing to a calm and even thumping.

Now my head is finally clear so I leave you here and goodbye while I dream of more midnight poetry...Goodnight.

Written By: Sami Heart-Speaker

Copyright@2008