She’s screaming our ears off, telling us what to do and what we should be. Why can’t we just be what we are? Why can’t we just have fun with this? Sometimes I wonder why I was even put into this hellhole.
i was a hostage on the bus the police man had a megaphone it was hard to understand his gruff tones amplified to such levels ..I think my captor was pissed off
To make you loud
to make you proud.
so you’ll stand up,
And shout about
all the things you care about
Anything that ever mattered
All the facts you could have gathered
To make you proud
Of being loud
To make you you
to make you heard.
Use your voice. It was once said that the woods would be very silent if the only birds who sang were the ones who sang best. Remember that because the world would be less without you. You are you. Be you. The world needs you, just the way you are.
I heard the megaphone and it sounded distant, it didn’t sound loud, like it would normally when placed near someones ear. No. It sounded like it was across fields and plains, across rocks, running brooks, ocean tides, and forests with bustling with activity. It did not feel like it was close, it did not sound like it was close; not anymore. It was like it was drown in noises that did not really exist, it was like it was really not even there either. The falling rocks, the falling bridges, the collasping people, the sounds coming over the megaphone, the cries, it was like they were there, but they weren’t actually at the same time, because verything seemed so silent except a loud roar in my ears, it was like everything was playing slowly, dancing in slow motion ever on to wahtever they might lead to. No matter what, in those long moments, it sounded like the Megaphone was so far away, until the moment broke away. And than I heard it.
very loud. very white… has a cone. used by cops to get their attention. has an on, off switch. Is electronic. Can be heard for huge distances and above huge amounts of people. Has a buzzer to get attention. (:
being the youngest of three. i wish i had a megaphone, to speak my mind over others.. to get my thoughts out into the world without anyone else speaking over me. maybe a megaphone would have helped in the therapists office..
Megaphone huh? Now that’s something. A bit far from trophy, but oh well. Reminds me of that vocalist who uses a megaphone instead of a mic to sing in their gigs. I believe it’s the vocalist of Velvet Revolver.
i see one of these everyday when i am going through the subway and up the escalators. the officers stand at the bottom and speak through them at the people standing on the left side of the escalator telling them to keep walking if they are standing.
“You know I really like you,” I said, pushing my thick bottle glasses higher on my nose.
“Yeah well I know you’re also a geek and I’m a cheerleader,” she turned, raising the megaphone to her lips and saying into it, “Come on girls!”
Then she turned to me, putting her megaphone down and swirling her ponytail, “And I also know that I am extremely busy and that I don’t have time for your pathetic confessions.”
Loud. Boisterous. Used at sporting events for little leagues, usually. My heart has yearned for one of these.
I will soon get it. Save up the moolah. Get the goods. Use it for fun.
“Get off my lawn”
“HI!”
technology destroys and creates words. we have new ones, but the old ones slip away. words no longer mean what they used to. you do not kindle a fire any longer, or sit in a nook, or… something. maybe it’s reactionary. maybe i should get off this soapbox.
It’s like you’re screaming into my ear through a megaphone. I know I’m not doing enough, but I’m doing the best I can. That’s it. That’s all I have to offer. Switch it off.
i like megaphones. i used to have a big blue one that i won at a school fundraiser. it kinda sucked though because my family would always steal it from me. but thats the only time ive used one. my band director uses one for marching band. i LOVE marching band! except we kinda suck. but the megaphone helps for sureee! it makes people listen, especially the freshmen. i was a freshman once, but i was never as bad at marching badn as some of the new freshmen are. noobs. haha. hmm, i dont really know a lot about mega phones except that they make stuff louder. i kinda want one now. i should buy one. i wonder how expensive they are, or what colors they come in, or how loud they are… these are are all such important questions to ask…i just dont know what to do! what if i can’t afford it?? i really dont make that much money, i only teach pinao lessons for less than 5 hours a week. ya know, there are some people who work 20 times as long as me a week. now, they get paid a lot more than me, but its quite the crazy thought! well, hmm. megaphones. nothin really much to say here. i want one. that is all. hwen will this timer go off? hasn’t it been a minute yet ?!?! a;sdlga;gk i don’t know anything about megaphones! wait a minute, i think it just started over…ugh now i have to talk about megaphones for a whole bunch loner! great, just great. i feel totally insane right now because i feel like im talking to no one except this computer (which sucks because this computer is ridiculously slow) but since computers really dont listen, i more feel like im talking to myself, which makes me feel like a crazy person.yeah, there’s definitely a lag so this is for surely more than a minnute.i think we just passed the thirty second mark. UGH. well, unrelated to megaphones, i went to olive garden tonight! and then to steves house where we played civillization 5 ! it was quite fun! no megaphones involved though. :(. oh well. hmm megaphones. they are loud, yes indeed. and have batteries. triple a? double A?
I think of loud noses and sounds. Of cops pulling you over and how people behind you sound when they yell in your ear. I think of how horrible it is to be that way and how much attention they need but most of all I dont really think about it to tell the truth. I dont know what to say about a megaphone besides the fact that there really is nothing to say.
“Come on, ladies, move it!” Mr. Wyse, the gym teacher, shouted into the megaphone.
“Christ, he’s such a dick,” James muttered.
“Don’t like being his bitch, James?” Michael teased.
“Yeah, well let’s just say I don’t think I’ll have to tolerate him much longer.” James pictured the fear in Mr. Wyse’s eyes as James stood over him, watching his last few moments. “It would be unfortunate if something should happen to him this evening.”
She cried out into the megaphone, “Help these poor children! The Congo is becoming increasingly dangerous. Please donate! We need all the help was can get to support the Invisible Children!”
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People used megaphones to express themselves, loudly. Sometimes annoying, sometimes fun, sometimes scaring the hell out of little kids. To me, they really irk me, mostly because living in New York, I’m more accustomed to other noises – honking cars, blaring ambulances, not to mention police cars. I’m not sure, something about hearing someone’s obnoxious voice blaring over a piece of funneled plastic doesn’t sound too appealing, but hey, that’s just me. A megaphone isn’t that expressive.
I want to proclaim my love for you with a megaphone on the top of a building. On top of a mountain. On top of the world. I want everyone to know just how in love with you I am. I want to let you know that I’ll never do anything to hurt you because if I did, I’d be breaking my own heart.
Al noise maker have your voice be heard over a crowd and speak your mind in a mob or protest or even at school. You can be heard by all with this object. Even if you have a small voice like myself. Good for protests but not always the good ones
ALL I CAN SAY IS JESUS WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT I MEAN AM I WEARING UNDERWEAR ON MY HEAD OR SOMETHING OH COME ON HAVEN’T YOU EVER HEARD OF SOMEONE WITH VOICE IMMODULATION THERE WAS EVEN A WILL FERRELL BIT ON SNL ABOUT IT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE AWARE OF THIS CRIPPLING ILLNESS BY NOW OH JUST GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Perhaps because it’s something I’ve never wanted. I never wanted to be a cheerleader, and I never wanted to be a crowd shouter. I’ve never been the loud and noisy type. Besides, a whisper can have much more volume than a yell.
The man with the mega phone kept on screaming to dig faster. We didn’t know what we were looking for or how much longer it would continue, but it was hot and we all hoped for the best. There were pieces of hope scattered through that dirt. Some rocks shined and my neighbors held them up with great pleasure for our overseer to inspect. I counted seventeen items thrown back in the dirt.
I looked inside my megaphone and saw a little city filled with factories and building and the tiniest people the eyes could see. Thank god i didnt think about singing inside of it to my brother sitting only a few feet away. Sometimes, all you have to do is look inside to see what something is all about.
loud. defying silence. allowing a voice to be heard. speaking what you feel. making sure everyone can hear it. overwhelming noise, drowns out the hum of a large crowd–or maybe the insecurities within your mind. speak up. be loud. ay what you feel.
they wanted me to get a megaphone for the pinkfloyd show. I didn’t but that’s okay because it was a really good show. Jackson and Clara were on it and today I told them they should get married, and clara said no, but jackson said yes. hmmmmmmm
A loud way to say something that makes it less important than if you said it quietly. Secrets are usually whispered and the closest ones to you matter the most. They’re never loud.
He lifted the megaphone to his mouth and yelled “RUN.”
The feed back made the people around him flinch and the sudden sound made the man he screamed to stumble, but neither had any effect on the Zombie in close pursuit.
The police women held the microphone over her head as she yelled “your surrounded come out with your hand on your head.” There were murders all over the place as she made the most astonishing arrest ever.
i’m loud as a mother
and i don’t give a what
and i won’t crash your party
because i am not a slut
i stay on my own
and i do my own thing
and i won’t wear your shirt
until i wear your ring
and i do what i want
because you like what you see
and it won’t be too much
it’ll just be what it be
and i’ll keep on my grind
until it is our time
She’s screaming our ears off, telling us what to do and what we should be. Why can’t we just be what we are? Why can’t we just have fun with this? Sometimes I wonder why I was even put into this hellhole.
i was a hostage on the bus the police man had a megaphone it was hard to understand his gruff tones amplified to such levels ..I think my captor was pissed off
To make you loud
to make you proud.
so you’ll stand up,
And shout about
all the things you care about
Anything that ever mattered
All the facts you could have gathered
To make you proud
Of being loud
To make you you
to make you heard.
Use your voice. It was once said that the woods would be very silent if the only birds who sang were the ones who sang best. Remember that because the world would be less without you. You are you. Be you. The world needs you, just the way you are.
I heard the megaphone and it sounded distant, it didn’t sound loud, like it would normally when placed near someones ear. No. It sounded like it was across fields and plains, across rocks, running brooks, ocean tides, and forests with bustling with activity. It did not feel like it was close, it did not sound like it was close; not anymore. It was like it was drown in noises that did not really exist, it was like it was really not even there either. The falling rocks, the falling bridges, the collasping people, the sounds coming over the megaphone, the cries, it was like they were there, but they weren’t actually at the same time, because verything seemed so silent except a loud roar in my ears, it was like everything was playing slowly, dancing in slow motion ever on to wahtever they might lead to. No matter what, in those long moments, it sounded like the Megaphone was so far away, until the moment broke away. And than I heard it.
very loud. very white… has a cone. used by cops to get their attention. has an on, off switch. Is electronic. Can be heard for huge distances and above huge amounts of people. Has a buzzer to get attention. (:
I’ve always wanted to use a megaphone. To have my voice reign superior to everyone else’s. Loud and powerful. Loud and powerful.
being the youngest of three. i wish i had a megaphone, to speak my mind over others.. to get my thoughts out into the world without anyone else speaking over me. maybe a megaphone would have helped in the therapists office..
megaphonee, blaaahhh. i just noticed how the purple bar messuring the time turns from light to dark/
Megaphone huh? Now that’s something. A bit far from trophy, but oh well. Reminds me of that vocalist who uses a megaphone instead of a mic to sing in their gigs. I believe it’s the vocalist of Velvet Revolver.
i see one of these everyday when i am going through the subway and up the escalators. the officers stand at the bottom and speak through them at the people standing on the left side of the escalator telling them to keep walking if they are standing.
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge, i just wrote about this.
“You know I really like you,” I said, pushing my thick bottle glasses higher on my nose.
“Yeah well I know you’re also a geek and I’m a cheerleader,” she turned, raising the megaphone to her lips and saying into it, “Come on girls!”
Then she turned to me, putting her megaphone down and swirling her ponytail, “And I also know that I am extremely busy and that I don’t have time for your pathetic confessions.”
the cicada’s drone signals late summer
I wish I could scream into a megaphone. I would tell everyone my secret. I would scream, “I am gay.”
Then I would run away.
come one come all, this is an event your bound to enjoy. bring your friends bring your enemies and make new friends! you just can’t go wrong!
Loud. Boisterous. Used at sporting events for little leagues, usually. My heart has yearned for one of these.
I will soon get it. Save up the moolah. Get the goods. Use it for fun.
“Get off my lawn”
“HI!”
Megaphone something white, shiney and loud.
technology destroys and creates words. we have new ones, but the old ones slip away. words no longer mean what they used to. you do not kindle a fire any longer, or sit in a nook, or… something. maybe it’s reactionary. maybe i should get off this soapbox.
It’s like you’re screaming into my ear through a megaphone. I know I’m not doing enough, but I’m doing the best I can. That’s it. That’s all I have to offer. Switch it off.
i like megaphones. i used to have a big blue one that i won at a school fundraiser. it kinda sucked though because my family would always steal it from me. but thats the only time ive used one. my band director uses one for marching band. i LOVE marching band! except we kinda suck. but the megaphone helps for sureee! it makes people listen, especially the freshmen. i was a freshman once, but i was never as bad at marching badn as some of the new freshmen are. noobs. haha. hmm, i dont really know a lot about mega phones except that they make stuff louder. i kinda want one now. i should buy one. i wonder how expensive they are, or what colors they come in, or how loud they are… these are are all such important questions to ask…i just dont know what to do! what if i can’t afford it?? i really dont make that much money, i only teach pinao lessons for less than 5 hours a week. ya know, there are some people who work 20 times as long as me a week. now, they get paid a lot more than me, but its quite the crazy thought! well, hmm. megaphones. nothin really much to say here. i want one. that is all. hwen will this timer go off? hasn’t it been a minute yet ?!?! a;sdlga;gk i don’t know anything about megaphones! wait a minute, i think it just started over…ugh now i have to talk about megaphones for a whole bunch loner! great, just great. i feel totally insane right now because i feel like im talking to no one except this computer (which sucks because this computer is ridiculously slow) but since computers really dont listen, i more feel like im talking to myself, which makes me feel like a crazy person.yeah, there’s definitely a lag so this is for surely more than a minnute.i think we just passed the thirty second mark. UGH. well, unrelated to megaphones, i went to olive garden tonight! and then to steves house where we played civillization 5 ! it was quite fun! no megaphones involved though. :(. oh well. hmm megaphones. they are loud, yes indeed. and have batteries. triple a? double A?
I think of loud noses and sounds. Of cops pulling you over and how people behind you sound when they yell in your ear. I think of how horrible it is to be that way and how much attention they need but most of all I dont really think about it to tell the truth. I dont know what to say about a megaphone besides the fact that there really is nothing to say.
“Come on, ladies, move it!” Mr. Wyse, the gym teacher, shouted into the megaphone.
“Christ, he’s such a dick,” James muttered.
“Don’t like being his bitch, James?” Michael teased.
“Yeah, well let’s just say I don’t think I’ll have to tolerate him much longer.” James pictured the fear in Mr. Wyse’s eyes as James stood over him, watching his last few moments. “It would be unfortunate if something should happen to him this evening.”
She cried out into the megaphone, “Help these poor children! The Congo is becoming increasingly dangerous. Please donate! We need all the help was can get to support the Invisible Children!”
Loud. Booming. Trying to be heard over a crowd cheering. Losing your voice.
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People used megaphones to express themselves, loudly. Sometimes annoying, sometimes fun, sometimes scaring the hell out of little kids. To me, they really irk me, mostly because living in New York, I’m more accustomed to other noises – honking cars, blaring ambulances, not to mention police cars. I’m not sure, something about hearing someone’s obnoxious voice blaring over a piece of funneled plastic doesn’t sound too appealing, but hey, that’s just me. A megaphone isn’t that expressive.
I want to proclaim my love for you with a megaphone on the top of a building. On top of a mountain. On top of the world. I want everyone to know just how in love with you I am. I want to let you know that I’ll never do anything to hurt you because if I did, I’d be breaking my own heart.
Al noise maker have your voice be heard over a crowd and speak your mind in a mob or protest or even at school. You can be heard by all with this object. Even if you have a small voice like myself. Good for protests but not always the good ones
ALL I CAN SAY IS JESUS WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT I MEAN AM I WEARING UNDERWEAR ON MY HEAD OR SOMETHING OH COME ON HAVEN’T YOU EVER HEARD OF SOMEONE WITH VOICE IMMODULATION THERE WAS EVEN A WILL FERRELL BIT ON SNL ABOUT IT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE AWARE OF THIS CRIPPLING ILLNESS BY NOW OH JUST GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE
Megaphone: A word that does not inspire me.
Perhaps because it’s something I’ve never wanted. I never wanted to be a cheerleader, and I never wanted to be a crowd shouter. I’ve never been the loud and noisy type. Besides, a whisper can have much more volume than a yell.
The man with the mega phone kept on screaming to dig faster. We didn’t know what we were looking for or how much longer it would continue, but it was hot and we all hoped for the best. There were pieces of hope scattered through that dirt. Some rocks shined and my neighbors held them up with great pleasure for our overseer to inspect. I counted seventeen items thrown back in the dirt.
I looked inside my megaphone and saw a little city filled with factories and building and the tiniest people the eyes could see. Thank god i didnt think about singing inside of it to my brother sitting only a few feet away. Sometimes, all you have to do is look inside to see what something is all about.
loud. defying silence. allowing a voice to be heard. speaking what you feel. making sure everyone can hear it. overwhelming noise, drowns out the hum of a large crowd–or maybe the insecurities within your mind. speak up. be loud. ay what you feel.
they wanted me to get a megaphone for the pinkfloyd show. I didn’t but that’s okay because it was a really good show. Jackson and Clara were on it and today I told them they should get married, and clara said no, but jackson said yes. hmmmmmmm
A loud way to say something that makes it less important than if you said it quietly. Secrets are usually whispered and the closest ones to you matter the most. They’re never loud.
He lifted the megaphone to his mouth and yelled “RUN.”
The feed back made the people around him flinch and the sudden sound made the man he screamed to stumble, but neither had any effect on the Zombie in close pursuit.
The police women held the microphone over her head as she yelled “your surrounded come out with your hand on your head.” There were murders all over the place as she made the most astonishing arrest ever.
i’m loud as a mother
and i don’t give a what
and i won’t crash your party
because i am not a slut
i stay on my own
and i do my own thing
and i won’t wear your shirt
until i wear your ring
and i do what i want
because you like what you see
and it won’t be too much
it’ll just be what it be
and i’ll keep on my grind
until it is our time
© LL