My speech teacher had beautiful long blond hair.
She wasn’t very friendly. She told me that my voice was hoarse
and sent me to a doctor to be tested. Turns out, I was fine.
I resented her for sending me.
talking rambling never ending voices heard until your ears bleed but with meaningless words that don’t really tell you anything about the world or life because you can only learn through experience but isn’t speech experience too? I like to talk and listen but no one else does the same because life is short and so am I.
the words stammer up through your throat
but for some reason they just can’t reach the mouth
the tongue to caress them
the lips to press them
in small gasps of air
and into the ears of others
and so the words are stuck
It’s late at night, and I want you here with me
In the dark, in these sheets, in my arms so perfectly.
We won’t dare to speak a word, but in the silence, we’d have found
That an absence of speech reveals a greatly different sound.
They called for a speech. the wedding guest quiet in anticipation. The groom stands up, taps the mike. “She wears white, but she is no virgin. He father gives her away, but he never owned her. Don’t you all think that this tradition needs to die? Thanks for the gifts and the money. Enjoy your meal.”
he cleared his throat, staring at the space
unaware of the gaze of a distant face
the pace of his speech ill fitting for the place
unaware of his audience, he couldn’t make his case
A word that stands in front of the class, thinking slowly and calmly just to pass the time needed to pass with an acceptable grade. Singing in my mind about my thoughts letting them roll out of mouth, out into the air spilling into everyone’s ears like drinking a fresh ice cold glass of water.
The amount of things I thought about saying in the few seconds after passing you as we got off the bus. But I couldn’t speak when I saw you and you were so close but far away and I want to, need to, talk to you about everything but I couldn’t.
The spoken word is over rated. Whales don’t necessarily speak to each other. Nether do most rodents. Why should we? We’re the “intelligent” beings, yet we do the least.
I’m no good at speeches. I get nervous and rock back and forth, even when I have notecards in my hands.
I do much better with the written word. It’s easier to manipulate…. until you try and write something really original and really good. Changing words around can be just as frustrating. But there’s usually not an audience.
Its what we use every day and let’s any one express themselves to the world. This function gives own thoughts and ideas and outlet explain what we mean.
Speech is a fickle thing. It is different to everybody. It eludes some, such as the mute. To others, it is beautiful. Speech is the reason we have so many different languages: English, Spanish, Mandarin Chinese-just to name a few.
During World War I, the people’s right to free speech was severely limited. People were jailed or fired for speaking out against the war. Honestly though, it’s 20 fucking 13 and I couldn’t give two shits.
is the art of talking; the way we settle our words. Is taking every word, is communicating, is taking a part of our society into notes, into something else, into music pronounced by our vocal chords, that is speech, nothing more or less
The writing is easy. The words sort of flow out of your pen. And until 5 minutes before you have to get up, you feel like you don’t know that anxious feeling people always talk about. But then you have to start talking, and something just doesn’t quite work in your mind. You’re reading it, alright, but you can’t focus and you speak to quickly. And then when you get back to your chair you feel the sweat on your back and feel like you’ve screwed up. But people tell you you did well, so the next time they ask for someone to do their speech, you think: hell, why not, it’s kind of fun. Oh how you regret that later on..
The hair stood at the top of the mole and gave a little speech. “I am here today to honor our chin, ambassador of the face, happy advance man for our team of self.”
The speech bubble floated in her hand like she was in a comic. She saw how ridiculous it would be to say such a thing, but she couldn’t take it back now.
My speech was changing. I had been working very hard on not using bad language, alas I have given up. Some things just must be iterated with coarse or profane language. Nothing gets the job done faster than saying: get your asses to work you lazy sons of bitches! Nice!
the words tumbled out of his mouth like so much cotton candy, fluffy and iridescent. “i love you. well, i think i do.” she stared at him, his boyish face slowly growing red under her steady gaze. “i’m not sure that is true.” she said, longing for the one who would finally mean those words when he said them.
When I think about this word I think about Martin Luther King Jr. and all the other important people in the world who gave speeches that has changed our country. I also think of the freedom of speech. A right we have as Americans to speak our mind even though some people might not like what we say.
I speak of nothing but myself, and so my speech is inadequate to speak of myself, for my self is nothing but a fragmented body that is composed of past speeches and talks. That is my experience, and that is who I am. My experience through words is the most important.
i never liked her turn of phrase. The way she abused every word that came out of her mouth. Ripped speech patterns apart like they were paper destined for the shredder. It sickened me
speech of the lost gods has the power to destroy the world only leaving the chosen male and female to repopulate the world. but first the must find one another somewhere in the world they know so well
babbling clomp the jaw and make
loud of what tongue wants
with mind to smell and shout
about every all and nothing was
croon and sway melt the bodies
and light the toes
warm bed
utterances
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck her
His voice was powerful and full. “We have an issue here. Our people are leaving us as we speak. We are a council; we must find the problem at the source and destroy it.”
They asked me to stand up. To stand up and take part into the talk, into this world. I was asked to give a speech. But, what to say when you have everything to say? What to say to the world, if you had only 60 seconds to speak?
A groan, a lisp, a gasp, a suck
Of air, a twitch of tongue
Teeth and china, deep and
Grounding with every grasping
Sibilance, fricative, glide and liquid
It fills and finds and feeds
Those tiny pieces of silence.
When people talk that is speech.In america you have free speech you get to say what ever you want when ever you want about anything you want because in america you have free speech that i love that you can say anything about anything at any given moment in time. It doesn’t matter what you say it juts matters what you say to do. When ever you say something you shouldn’t say it meanly
the head of the school gave a speech to the whole school. he said stuff about new classes. he said stuff about new teachers and kids. he said that he won’t be the head of the school next year. So at the end me and my friend said goodbye to him and said that he was the best head we’ve had ever
She had to make a speech in just a few minutes… her throat closed up & she began that little wheezy cough of nerves! She rushed to her purse to grab a hit off her inhaler then headed for the stage.
My speech teacher had beautiful long blond hair.
She wasn’t very friendly. She told me that my voice was hoarse
and sent me to a doctor to be tested. Turns out, I was fine.
I resented her for sending me.
talking rambling never ending voices heard until your ears bleed but with meaningless words that don’t really tell you anything about the world or life because you can only learn through experience but isn’t speech experience too? I like to talk and listen but no one else does the same because life is short and so am I.
Let out your inspirations with speech.
The speech I had to give later had me anxious. My shirt was soaked in sweat; it was if my fears were exuding through my pores.
the words stammer up through your throat
but for some reason they just can’t reach the mouth
the tongue to caress them
the lips to press them
in small gasps of air
and into the ears of others
and so the words are stuck
It’s late at night, and I want you here with me
In the dark, in these sheets, in my arms so perfectly.
We won’t dare to speak a word, but in the silence, we’d have found
That an absence of speech reveals a greatly different sound.
They called for a speech. the wedding guest quiet in anticipation. The groom stands up, taps the mike. “She wears white, but she is no virgin. He father gives her away, but he never owned her. Don’t you all think that this tradition needs to die? Thanks for the gifts and the money. Enjoy your meal.”
An inhalation of breath
an intention
the sound of fire flies on the lawn in June
a blush and exhalation
He walks away
mirror
he cleared his throat, staring at the space
unaware of the gaze of a distant face
the pace of his speech ill fitting for the place
unaware of his audience, he couldn’t make his case
A word that stands in front of the class, thinking slowly and calmly just to pass the time needed to pass with an acceptable grade. Singing in my mind about my thoughts letting them roll out of mouth, out into the air spilling into everyone’s ears like drinking a fresh ice cold glass of water.
The amount of things I thought about saying in the few seconds after passing you as we got off the bus. But I couldn’t speak when I saw you and you were so close but far away and I want to, need to, talk to you about everything but I couldn’t.
The spoken word is over rated. Whales don’t necessarily speak to each other. Nether do most rodents. Why should we? We’re the “intelligent” beings, yet we do the least.
I’m no good at speeches. I get nervous and rock back and forth, even when I have notecards in my hands.
I do much better with the written word. It’s easier to manipulate…. until you try and write something really original and really good. Changing words around can be just as frustrating. But there’s usually not an audience.
Its what we use every day and let’s any one express themselves to the world. This function gives own thoughts and ideas and outlet explain what we mean.
Speech is a fickle thing. It is different to everybody. It eludes some, such as the mute. To others, it is beautiful. Speech is the reason we have so many different languages: English, Spanish, Mandarin Chinese-just to name a few.
During World War I, the people’s right to free speech was severely limited. People were jailed or fired for speaking out against the war. Honestly though, it’s 20 fucking 13 and I couldn’t give two shits.
is the art of talking; the way we settle our words. Is taking every word, is communicating, is taking a part of our society into notes, into something else, into music pronounced by our vocal chords, that is speech, nothing more or less
talk. to speek to some one. why do people talk? conversation. is the perpous to speek? how do we speek? grammer.
talk. to speek to some one. why do people talk? conversation. firends.
The writing is easy. The words sort of flow out of your pen. And until 5 minutes before you have to get up, you feel like you don’t know that anxious feeling people always talk about. But then you have to start talking, and something just doesn’t quite work in your mind. You’re reading it, alright, but you can’t focus and you speak to quickly. And then when you get back to your chair you feel the sweat on your back and feel like you’ve screwed up. But people tell you you did well, so the next time they ask for someone to do their speech, you think: hell, why not, it’s kind of fun. Oh how you regret that later on..
The hair stood at the top of the mole and gave a little speech. “I am here today to honor our chin, ambassador of the face, happy advance man for our team of self.”
The speech bubble floated in her hand like she was in a comic. She saw how ridiculous it would be to say such a thing, but she couldn’t take it back now.
My speech was changing. I had been working very hard on not using bad language, alas I have given up. Some things just must be iterated with coarse or profane language. Nothing gets the job done faster than saying: get your asses to work you lazy sons of bitches! Nice!
the words tumbled out of his mouth like so much cotton candy, fluffy and iridescent. “i love you. well, i think i do.” she stared at him, his boyish face slowly growing red under her steady gaze. “i’m not sure that is true.” she said, longing for the one who would finally mean those words when he said them.
Its an everyday thing. Most people don’t think before they speak. Every persons speech says a lot about their personality.
When I think about this word I think about Martin Luther King Jr. and all the other important people in the world who gave speeches that has changed our country. I also think of the freedom of speech. A right we have as Americans to speak our mind even though some people might not like what we say.
I speak of nothing but myself, and so my speech is inadequate to speak of myself, for my self is nothing but a fragmented body that is composed of past speeches and talks. That is my experience, and that is who I am. My experience through words is the most important.
i never liked her turn of phrase. The way she abused every word that came out of her mouth. Ripped speech patterns apart like they were paper destined for the shredder. It sickened me
speech of the lost gods has the power to destroy the world only leaving the chosen male and female to repopulate the world. but first the must find one another somewhere in the world they know so well
babbling clomp the jaw and make
loud of what tongue wants
with mind to smell and shout
about every all and nothing was
croon and sway melt the bodies
and light the toes
warm bed
utterances
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck her
speechless. it is my first time around… and i didn’t got much of goal of this. who knows, maybe next time i build some more creative…
Speech-enabled,
Replaced by buttons
abused by the ignorant
and the intelligent
facilitating sex and conflict.
His voice was powerful and full. “We have an issue here. Our people are leaving us as we speak. We are a council; we must find the problem at the source and destroy it.”
Free as in speech, not as in beer. GPL.
They asked me to stand up. To stand up and take part into the talk, into this world. I was asked to give a speech. But, what to say when you have everything to say? What to say to the world, if you had only 60 seconds to speak?
A groan, a lisp, a gasp, a suck
Of air, a twitch of tongue
Teeth and china, deep and
Grounding with every grasping
Sibilance, fricative, glide and liquid
It fills and finds and feeds
Those tiny pieces of silence.
When people talk that is speech.In america you have free speech you get to say what ever you want when ever you want about anything you want because in america you have free speech that i love that you can say anything about anything at any given moment in time. It doesn’t matter what you say it juts matters what you say to do. When ever you say something you shouldn’t say it meanly
the head of the school gave a speech to the whole school. he said stuff about new classes. he said stuff about new teachers and kids. he said that he won’t be the head of the school next year. So at the end me and my friend said goodbye to him and said that he was the best head we’ve had ever
She had to make a speech in just a few minutes… her throat closed up & she began that little wheezy cough of nerves! She rushed to her purse to grab a hit off her inhaler then headed for the stage.
so many talk, some hear. The key is to listen, be ready to receive before the offering is made. Otherwise our own speech means very little.