the vice principal ran to the gym. he looked up and saw the 14 yr old boy waving his arms wildly. he called out using his megaphone, ” DONT JUMP!! WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!! LIFE IS WORTH IT! YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR” little did he know that the boy was fulfilling a dare….
i wanted to take it and shout at the top of my lungs, how i feel, and what you’re not getting. repetition was not working, so i wanted to take what i meant and like a nail with a hammer, bang it into your brain, or maybe even screw it in there with a screwdriver, just to make sure it wouldn’t slip back out. just to make sure it would stay in place just a little bit longer and season your thoughts as you carried out your actions.
It was the first live football game she had ever seen, and she was one of the cheerleaders! “S-U-C-C-E-S-S! That’s the way you spell success!” She didn’t need a megaphone. She had the biggest mouth in the 4th grade and it was smiling!
She grabbed the megaphone, speaking into it loudly so that she could gain the kids’ attention. The kids, however, completely ignored her. Clearly, this was going to be a long summer at the camp for her. She sighed and hung her head ask she walking away.
It was the only thing they could hear. There they were trying to watch the goddamn game and the stupid referee was there barking out orders and fouls left, right and centre to the players. It was giving James and Josh a headache, all they wanted was to relax yet some idiot was yelling around with a megaphone.
Howling into megaphones is one of my favorite lines from a song I don’t remember. I just like the image of people screaming into something that already amplifies their voice. It is a powerful one that stirs images of rioters and police and violence.
The curious thing about the spoken word is the warmth to it, the added flavor of the tone. But the megaphone seems to be a bit much, and gives the tone of flaming decibels of pain.
Sometimes you have to scream things out, you know? It’s almost like no matter how loud you scream something in someone’s face, they never really hear you. it’s like people are deaf to your pleas these days. I don’t know when it was that people lost their ability to hear but it kills me. It kills me that no one hears me no matter how strained my voice is, how sore my throat is, even if I break out in tears- no one listens.
They are probably a great invention for making people’s voices louder, and for large crowds or people who can’t hear well, even though it might ruin their hearing more. Last Friday someone was using them to give people awards for a sailing race, becasue there were a lot of people. :)
the tool is diminuitive, but it can command the hearts and souls of thousands. such a device has its implications. it should only be put in the hands of the responsible and mature, those who will not spoil its luster with use in propaganda. perhaps it should be monetized and subsidized by the government.
Words yelled through the icy metal, freezing them as they fall into the crowd. Quiet. I shout, waiting for my voice to be turned into a robot’s utterance, the peaks and troughs flattened and amplified. Slowly they turn towards me, silence falling as I cry again: Quiet.
I grabbed the megaphone and spoke with urgency “Don’t jump! You have a lot to live for…a beautiful house…great kids…..and a beautiful wife” the man looked down from the edge of the building as he contemplated his next move…all i could hope was that the rescue team would get to him before he leaped from the building.
Why do all cheerleaders have those obnoxious megaphones. Well, the ones on TV anyway. I mean, they’re loud enough. Why do they need something amplifying it? Cheerleaders are so annoying. Ugh.
Bright lights and the music playing behind you and just breath in and let t all out with your voice. Express yourself and your feelings. Be loud and proud and let all of your nervousness float away.
a mega phone im not really sure what it is but by the sound of its name its probably pretty interesting a phone that is MEGA!………..AM I SUPOSED TO RIGHT MORE?NO…..I WILL NOT….SO…TOOO BAD FOR YOOUU!
im not writing about megaphones. they are boring. i dont like them. i like pie way better. pie is cool because it comes in many flavors. megaphones taste like plastic and technology. have you ever eaten technology? dont.
it aint mega for nothin’. blastin’ me outta my head like it only got that one thing to do….Well, maybe it DOES only have that one thing to do. Well alright, then do it a little softer, or I gotta get the heck outta here!
I feel like I could scream into a megaphone on max volume and no one would hear me. No one would react. They’d just think I was crazy. And you know what, they’re right. So for now, I’ll just scream in my car parked somewhere where no one can see me. Just me, myself, and I. The only one who cares.
She picked the megaphone up, took a deep breath, and shouted; “LETS GO TIGERS, LETS GO.” She could see the crowd getting pumped up…why couldn’t she? She just couldn’t seem to be genuinely happy anymore. It was all faked. All a mask of happiness. No one seemed to understand, Hell she didn’t even understand it. Something had to change…
So some people can hear what you’re saying closeby, but you’re not loud enough to preach to a crowd – use a megaphone. This is the perfect solution to your problem of informing lots of people about something important!
to the untrained eye it takes a long time to notice all that’s happening on the ocean floor, to jimmy it’s home. he’s done over 500 dives all over the world and he’s getting ready for yet another. there isn’t much excitement to his dives anymore it’s more like a returning to the womb, he used to tell people this until someone told him how gross an image it was. jimmy has gotten married underwater and if it weren’t so unsanitary they would have had their first child in the ocean instead of a jacuzzi type pool at the hospital. it’s been 11 years since he’s seen his father and 5 years since he’s seen his mother. when he left the US because of the draft he didn’t think he would miss home so much but now he does. he wonders what will happen if he tries to return. but he figures since it took him 11 years to miss them this much maybe he could go another 11 to really really miss them, if they don’t die by then. for some reason he never imagined his parents dying, they’re just too active for that sort of thing. in the cool of the morning he finishes getting his gear on and ready and flips backward over the edge of the boat into the water like a megaphone’s static the noise of the bubbles fill his ears and he sinks lower.
He would shout it to the ends of the world. He would make fliers, design web sites, walk door to door. Just to tell them. Maybe they would listen. Maybe they would hear his cries. But they closed their ears. They threw away the fliers. They blocked the web sites. They shut the door in his face.
The raggedy clown stood atop the rusted blood red Volkswagon Beetle. His floppy overworn brown shoes left scuff marks as he paced back and forth yelling into the megaphone, “I just want to eat chicken sandwiches.”
At camp every morning teagan speask through her megaphone so that all of the parents and excited campers can here what is going on for the day. At the end of each swim lesson she blows a horn from the megaphone, signalling the end of one lesson and the start of another. Without this tool, things would be a little less cohesive at camp.
lol…that’s really nice word. I once used one on a statue…jumped on a statue and started yelling stupid things in it so everybody in the plazza could hear it. It’s nice…not a very inspiring word to write about but it’s fine. Cya boyz.
IT is time to use Gte megaphone to invite every one to live their life to it’s fullest. Time to live. Time to avoid rancors and negativity. Time to reconcile with life. Calling all living conscious beings. Time to be present, here and now. Unique opportunity. Only opportunity the present is now. Go for it. Self remember. Breath in breath out. Be here and now. Chant mu. Remember impermanence.
At moments in my day. I feel that everything I hear, is coming from a giant megaphone. It insights blinding rage, uncontrollable intolerance, insufferable agony, the dreaded silent treatment, and what some call… “grumpy dad”.
I have come to this awareness inside of myself. As I do.
Time begins to slow. No one knows what I am thinking… I simply breath a few deep breaths. Taking in sweet oxygen in through my nose, deep in my stomach rising up into my chest. A slow exhale to release.
I begin again… inserting my will.
The mission is clear: To replace all the poorly written dramas, with a hero in my life’s movie.
A moments in my day. I feel that everything I hear is coming from a giant megaphone. It insights blinding rage, uncontrollable intolerance, insufferable agony, the dreaded silent treatment, and from what some call… “grumpy dad”.
I have come to this awareness inside of myself.
Time begins to slow when I recognize that moment. No one knows what I am thinking… I simply breath a few deep breaths. Taking in sweet oxygen in through my nose, deep in my stomach rising up into my chest. A slow exhale to release.
I begin again… inserting my will.
The mission is clear: To replace all the poorly written dramas, with a hero in my life’s movie.
“I said Sorry. Now, should I say it through a megaphone or what?”, he follows his best friend to his car
“You should’ve thought before hooking up with my gal”, replied Jake.
“Sorry, dude. How many times do you want me to say it?”
“Just Once. Say it when you mean it…” Jake turned around walked away.
It’s silver and comes in various sizes. It can be really useful for public speakers to get a message across a long distance in a really long manner. It is loud and many include alarms. It is easy to handle and hold, pretty self-explanatory.
I really love megaphones. My band teacher had one. It was simply the best thing she could’ve used for band camp. We couldn’t hear her, and she really made herself heard with that thing. Especially when it started shrieking because the mouthpiece got too close to the megaphone part. Insanity. We all grew to hate that thing, but luckily she never used it inside, though we did tell her she should at times. Especially when we were too loud.
the vice principal ran to the gym. he looked up and saw the 14 yr old boy waving his arms wildly. he called out using his megaphone, ” DONT JUMP!! WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!! LIFE IS WORTH IT! YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR” little did he know that the boy was fulfilling a dare….
i wanted to take it and shout at the top of my lungs, how i feel, and what you’re not getting. repetition was not working, so i wanted to take what i meant and like a nail with a hammer, bang it into your brain, or maybe even screw it in there with a screwdriver, just to make sure it wouldn’t slip back out. just to make sure it would stay in place just a little bit longer and season your thoughts as you carried out your actions.
It was the first live football game she had ever seen, and she was one of the cheerleaders! “S-U-C-C-E-S-S! That’s the way you spell success!” She didn’t need a megaphone. She had the biggest mouth in the 4th grade and it was smiling!
a megaphone is used to spread ideas. it is used to organize groups of people. but it can also be used to intimidate someone.
She grabbed the megaphone, speaking into it loudly so that she could gain the kids’ attention. The kids, however, completely ignored her. Clearly, this was going to be a long summer at the camp for her. She sighed and hung her head ask she walking away.
It was the only thing they could hear. There they were trying to watch the goddamn game and the stupid referee was there barking out orders and fouls left, right and centre to the players. It was giving James and Josh a headache, all they wanted was to relax yet some idiot was yelling around with a megaphone.
Howling into megaphones is one of my favorite lines from a song I don’t remember. I just like the image of people screaming into something that already amplifies their voice. It is a powerful one that stirs images of rioters and police and violence.
The curious thing about the spoken word is the warmth to it, the added flavor of the tone. But the megaphone seems to be a bit much, and gives the tone of flaming decibels of pain.
Sometimes you have to scream things out, you know? It’s almost like no matter how loud you scream something in someone’s face, they never really hear you. it’s like people are deaf to your pleas these days. I don’t know when it was that people lost their ability to hear but it kills me. It kills me that no one hears me no matter how strained my voice is, how sore my throat is, even if I break out in tears- no one listens.
They are probably a great invention for making people’s voices louder, and for large crowds or people who can’t hear well, even though it might ruin their hearing more. Last Friday someone was using them to give people awards for a sailing race, becasue there were a lot of people. :)
the tool is diminuitive, but it can command the hearts and souls of thousands. such a device has its implications. it should only be put in the hands of the responsible and mature, those who will not spoil its luster with use in propaganda. perhaps it should be monetized and subsidized by the government.
megaphone. Scream. Loud. Louder than hell. Cheerleaders. Fun. Fire. Who can? We can! hostages. facilitator. let them go!! Coach. Football.
they are loud, people speak into them. coaches use them. you can buy them at radio shack. i dont need a megaphone. the word is megaphone.
Words yelled through the icy metal, freezing them as they fall into the crowd. Quiet. I shout, waiting for my voice to be turned into a robot’s utterance, the peaks and troughs flattened and amplified. Slowly they turn towards me, silence falling as I cry again: Quiet.
I grabbed the megaphone and spoke with urgency “Don’t jump! You have a lot to live for…a beautiful house…great kids…..and a beautiful wife” the man looked down from the edge of the building as he contemplated his next move…all i could hope was that the rescue team would get to him before he leaped from the building.
i dont need a megaphone, to sound extra toned
i just speak out loud
with reference shown.
Run, run, don’t turn back.
Regret is the feeling you greatly lack.
Why do all cheerleaders have those obnoxious megaphones. Well, the ones on TV anyway. I mean, they’re loud enough. Why do they need something amplifying it? Cheerleaders are so annoying. Ugh.
Bright lights and the music playing behind you and just breath in and let t all out with your voice. Express yourself and your feelings. Be loud and proud and let all of your nervousness float away.
a mega phone im not really sure what it is but by the sound of its name its probably pretty interesting a phone that is MEGA!………..AM I SUPOSED TO RIGHT MORE?NO…..I WILL NOT….SO…TOOO BAD FOR YOOUU!
im not writing about megaphones. they are boring. i dont like them. i like pie way better. pie is cool because it comes in many flavors. megaphones taste like plastic and technology. have you ever eaten technology? dont.
it aint mega for nothin’. blastin’ me outta my head like it only got that one thing to do….Well, maybe it DOES only have that one thing to do. Well alright, then do it a little softer, or I gotta get the heck outta here!
I feel like I could scream into a megaphone on max volume and no one would hear me. No one would react. They’d just think I was crazy. And you know what, they’re right. So for now, I’ll just scream in my car parked somewhere where no one can see me. Just me, myself, and I. The only one who cares.
She picked the megaphone up, took a deep breath, and shouted; “LETS GO TIGERS, LETS GO.” She could see the crowd getting pumped up…why couldn’t she? She just couldn’t seem to be genuinely happy anymore. It was all faked. All a mask of happiness. No one seemed to understand, Hell she didn’t even understand it. Something had to change…
Used and abused by cheerleaders and overexcited politicians. But their purpose is pure: the human voice is important, make it heard.
So some people can hear what you’re saying closeby, but you’re not loud enough to preach to a crowd – use a megaphone. This is the perfect solution to your problem of informing lots of people about something important!
this is a test
does it always say megaphone?
is there some greater purpose to this?
to the untrained eye it takes a long time to notice all that’s happening on the ocean floor, to jimmy it’s home. he’s done over 500 dives all over the world and he’s getting ready for yet another. there isn’t much excitement to his dives anymore it’s more like a returning to the womb, he used to tell people this until someone told him how gross an image it was. jimmy has gotten married underwater and if it weren’t so unsanitary they would have had their first child in the ocean instead of a jacuzzi type pool at the hospital. it’s been 11 years since he’s seen his father and 5 years since he’s seen his mother. when he left the US because of the draft he didn’t think he would miss home so much but now he does. he wonders what will happen if he tries to return. but he figures since it took him 11 years to miss them this much maybe he could go another 11 to really really miss them, if they don’t die by then. for some reason he never imagined his parents dying, they’re just too active for that sort of thing. in the cool of the morning he finishes getting his gear on and ready and flips backward over the edge of the boat into the water like a megaphone’s static the noise of the bubbles fill his ears and he sinks lower.
I want a true love, someone who loves me for who I’m
//Quiero un amor verdadero, alguien que me ame por lo que soy :) <3
He would shout it to the ends of the world. He would make fliers, design web sites, walk door to door. Just to tell them. Maybe they would listen. Maybe they would hear his cries. But they closed their ears. They threw away the fliers. They blocked the web sites. They shut the door in his face.
The raggedy clown stood atop the rusted blood red Volkswagon Beetle. His floppy overworn brown shoes left scuff marks as he paced back and forth yelling into the megaphone, “I just want to eat chicken sandwiches.”
At camp every morning teagan speask through her megaphone so that all of the parents and excited campers can here what is going on for the day. At the end of each swim lesson she blows a horn from the megaphone, signalling the end of one lesson and the start of another. Without this tool, things would be a little less cohesive at camp.
lol…that’s really nice word. I once used one on a statue…jumped on a statue and started yelling stupid things in it so everybody in the plazza could hear it. It’s nice…not a very inspiring word to write about but it’s fine. Cya boyz.
loud stupid drunk people announcement out the window tell everyone police loud crowd white black color trigger gun
IT is time to use Gte megaphone to invite every one to live their life to it’s fullest. Time to live. Time to avoid rancors and negativity. Time to reconcile with life. Calling all living conscious beings. Time to be present, here and now. Unique opportunity. Only opportunity the present is now. Go for it. Self remember. Breath in breath out. Be here and now. Chant mu. Remember impermanence.
At moments in my day. I feel that everything I hear, is coming from a giant megaphone. It insights blinding rage, uncontrollable intolerance, insufferable agony, the dreaded silent treatment, and what some call… “grumpy dad”.
I have come to this awareness inside of myself. As I do.
Time begins to slow. No one knows what I am thinking… I simply breath a few deep breaths. Taking in sweet oxygen in through my nose, deep in my stomach rising up into my chest. A slow exhale to release.
I begin again… inserting my will.
The mission is clear: To replace all the poorly written dramas, with a hero in my life’s movie.
I call him “ASPECT WOLF”.
A moments in my day. I feel that everything I hear is coming from a giant megaphone. It insights blinding rage, uncontrollable intolerance, insufferable agony, the dreaded silent treatment, and from what some call… “grumpy dad”.
I have come to this awareness inside of myself.
Time begins to slow when I recognize that moment. No one knows what I am thinking… I simply breath a few deep breaths. Taking in sweet oxygen in through my nose, deep in my stomach rising up into my chest. A slow exhale to release.
I begin again… inserting my will.
The mission is clear: To replace all the poorly written dramas, with a hero in my life’s movie.
I call him “ASPECT WOLF”.
“I said Sorry. Now, should I say it through a megaphone or what?”, he follows his best friend to his car
“You should’ve thought before hooking up with my gal”, replied Jake.
“Sorry, dude. How many times do you want me to say it?”
“Just Once. Say it when you mean it…” Jake turned around walked away.
It’s silver and comes in various sizes. It can be really useful for public speakers to get a message across a long distance in a really long manner. It is loud and many include alarms. It is easy to handle and hold, pretty self-explanatory.
I really love megaphones. My band teacher had one. It was simply the best thing she could’ve used for band camp. We couldn’t hear her, and she really made herself heard with that thing. Especially when it started shrieking because the mouthpiece got too close to the megaphone part. Insanity. We all grew to hate that thing, but luckily she never used it inside, though we did tell her she should at times. Especially when we were too loud.