“But all the greatest known octogenarians are here! They’re practically foaming at the gums for this stuff! I haven’t even gotten to the ferret joke! Have I told you the ferret joke yet, Richie? Funny stuff.”
“Forget the joke and come see Billy before he keels over and dies!”
I really don’t want to go in front of the class, especially after last time. In the midst of saying, “Mark Twain is one of the greatest writers in American history,” green chunks flew on Professor Maddley. I fucking hate speech class.
Does this word every change…it seems to be that this is the exact same word that I just freewrote about. Or perhaps I’m beginning to go a bit insane. Oh well. I guess that happens, right…I guess I can’t resist too much. You know how we are. Humans. We humans feel the impulse to always speak. To always talk. To never be silent.
It’s the verbal articulation of our thoughts. It’s free. It’s ours. It’s liberating, it’s stars. The words between the spaces, the aches among the places. Make a speech. Outline your dreams and create. Be emotional. Feel. Talk. Think.
I haven’t been able to get in front of anyone after the last time. I threw up all over my professor. It was a nightmare actually. In the midst of saying, “Mark Twain is one of the best writers in American history” green chunks blew out of my mouth. Speech class sucks.
Speech, its a funny thing. Full of life and laughter. Everyone has a language but not everyone can speak. Its a funny thing really. And the birds can speak, and so can i. Why can i? I might never know.
Speech… It is something that ties the universe together. Whether it is simple gestures or complex sounds strung together to become language, speech is what ties humans together.
…class. pretty much changed my life. it didn’t hurt that our teacher was an amateur actor either. i think his class contributed largely to my decision to become a teacher. it didn’t eliminate my shyness, just gave me the power to inhabit a persona of confidence. On stage/under watch i could give a speech and turn it off and allow myself to be shy lil me in my own time. i’m an acting teacher….or is it a teaching actor?
despite spending so much time alone, Gabe could and would talk the leg off a table. What ever of her friends were out and galavanting around with her often had to endure a endless streem of chatter.
He didn’t have the words. HE knew what he wanted to say, what he needed to say, but he didn’t have the words.
He stood in front of the audience, a room full of people he knew, who had arrived to hear his big announcement. But there was no announcement. His plans had failed. His hopes, his dreams, his machinations. All failed.
And what was there left to say?
I hesitated. What if it wasn’t good? Yeah, I should just withdraw from the contest. My speech sucks and everything. Like , who would want a flat screen TV and a years worth of meal tickets? Okay that sounded pretty good. I stepped forward and stepped back. The whole time muttering my speech under my breath. It must’ve looked like I was tap dancing or something ’cause I kept jumping around and everything. Everybody suddenly clapped I looked up and looked around wildly. A man was mouthing, you have your microphone on. OMG I just delivered my speech without knowing.
words. writing
it all seems to make sense
until you try to express it to someone else
try to tell them what you think
what you feel
and words don’t seem to be enough anymore
they don’t know what you really mean
what you really feel
and you sit
stunned
that these words that always helped so much
only seem to get in the way now
hurting
not helping
words. writing
it all seems to make sense
until you try to express it to someone else
try to tell them what you think
what you feel
and words don’t seem to be enough anymore
they don’t know what you really mean
what you really feel
and you sit
stunned
that these words that always helped so much
only seem to get in the way now
hurting
not helping
His speech droned on, echoing against the gym walls, bouncing off the eardrums of the half-asleep children. The vibrations pinged off each other until it was all white noise and nothing was heard but a steady thrum that lulled them into the perfect semi-coma. Just a few more minutes and he’d have everything in place.
Speech. It’s vital. An expression of who we are. Expression of how we feel. The ability to communicate with each other. To navigate through our lives being able to express what’s deep within our hearts. Our inner most thoughts. Speech is what sets us apart.
speech, so incarcerating undeliberate most times unneeded, communication is barely verbal it’s saddening how we’re lead to believe our word exchange is so important when in reality they are completely meaningless. actions count vision counts movement is communication
Speech. To speak. To communicate with one another. We are a globalized society. This development in our species is an extremely recent one, and one that continues to rapidly evolve every day. But the way we communicate has thus far remained unchanged. How can we continue speaking in different tongues. We are all people, and until we learn to collectively communicate and understand one another fully, we will never progress to our fullest potential.
I peeked at the audience at the hall waiting for me to come out.
It was so nervous. I wasn’t supposed to be here.It was supposed to be my dad.Well I had no choice. I already killed him anyway.I was the head of the organization now.
His hands were sweating. His shoulders and legs shook. His notes were all over the place, wrinkled and town by his hand’s constant movement. This was the speech of his lifetime, and the man knew that all too well.
Sometimes the words come out wrong. Usually when I’m thinking too hard, or want to look like I’m thinking really well. My tongue always gets a bad case of performance anxiety. Instead of expertly playing with words, it plays the shy awkward coward instead. I hate meeting new people.
her speech was a short one, concise. it said just what she wanted to say, nothing more. it was to carry a message, to prove a point. to show the world what she was. that she was important. that she mattered. she stepped out onto the stage.
speaking without stopping while people actively nod their heads. speaking in public can bring people together. I prbly won’t speak with amy ever again..
once i was called upon to make a speech. the only problem is that i didnt know about it until i walked into the meeting. fortunately, i knew enough about the subject to make a credible presentation. in fact, the supervisor of my supervisor was there and very impressed with my talk. I also answered the questions put to me correctly except for one very recent change that i had not yet been told of.
Speech is an key part of communication. Most of us use speech everyday. It’s interesting being thrown into a situation where you can’t understand those about you’s speech. Although a certain amount of information can be gathered with hand gestures, body language and tones. Don’t believe me? Then go abroad.
Freedom. We should be allowed to say what we wish. Sometimes though, it is best to prepare a speech than to spew out your feelings. A good argument can create more value than emotion. Think before you speak.
Today was the day. She stood at the front of the class and cleared her throat. The words flowing from her mouth. She ignored the way everyone ignored her. She was used to them turning their faces away from her. But she would not let it bother her. She had practiced this speech for weeks. She had it perfected.
talking blah blah blah hello my name is….. let me tell you something. eat lots of food, speaking is the language of the tongue. glue . fell, feel, seal the deal
It’s simple to do, simple in theory. The brain discovers a thought and sends it to the mouth. The mouth forms the word. It rolls from the tongue, drops like a raindrop upon the ears of the listener. Sometimes, however, it tangles with other words, gets caught on the uvula and forgets itself on the way down the tongue. We ourselves stumble, catch ourselves, blush and set the word upright before trying again. It is an artform we depend on, we try to perfect, but never truly master.
Parents always say to think before speaking. But maybe, sometimes we should just speak our minds, without a care in the world. How else will change occur?
I hate giving speeches. I hate standing in front of groups of people, hate the way they stare at me, direct all their attention toward me. It makes me blush, it makes me flush, and it makes my heart pound. I mess up my words, I cease to think. How do other people do it? How do some do it so easily?
With just one deep inhale of breath before beginning his speech, the atmosphere seemed to vacuum all noise until the drop of a needle vibrated the walls. As if a mixture of fear and awe stole the mouths of the entire audience, the room echoed and reverberated with every word he preached. His confidence, undeniable. His eloquence, enviable. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s speech captured the hearts of children, elderly, men, and women alike.
the worlds tumble over each other, multi syllabic waterfalls, falling, falling, falling. They are the anchor to my embarrassment, the sharp knives of my paint, pushing me bleeding and crying down to the bottom the food social food chain.
this was the speech of my lifetime. this is the one no one could or would forget, ever. I was putting everything on the line through a few paragraphs. I was telling them my story, my thoughts on our world, and my point of few on everything in general. this was my last moment before everyone would know my secrets and start to judge me. I didn’t care though, that was the whole point of my speech, I didn’t care anymore, in other words I was giving up on this. on everything, I was starting a nice chapter in my book, my life.
“Hang on, I’m not done with my speech!”
“But you have to come, Bob! The speech can wait!”
“But all the greatest known octogenarians are here! They’re practically foaming at the gums for this stuff! I haven’t even gotten to the ferret joke! Have I told you the ferret joke yet, Richie? Funny stuff.”
“Forget the joke and come see Billy before he keels over and dies!”
“Let me tell the ferret joke first!”
I really don’t want to go in front of the class, especially after last time. In the midst of saying, “Mark Twain is one of the greatest writers in American history,” green chunks flew on Professor Maddley. I fucking hate speech class.
Does this word every change…it seems to be that this is the exact same word that I just freewrote about. Or perhaps I’m beginning to go a bit insane. Oh well. I guess that happens, right…I guess I can’t resist too much. You know how we are. Humans. We humans feel the impulse to always speak. To always talk. To never be silent.
It’s the verbal articulation of our thoughts. It’s free. It’s ours. It’s liberating, it’s stars. The words between the spaces, the aches among the places. Make a speech. Outline your dreams and create. Be emotional. Feel. Talk. Think.
I haven’t been able to get in front of anyone after the last time. I threw up all over my professor. It was a nightmare actually. In the midst of saying, “Mark Twain is one of the best writers in American history” green chunks blew out of my mouth. Speech class sucks.
Speech, its a funny thing. Full of life and laughter. Everyone has a language but not everyone can speak. Its a funny thing really. And the birds can speak, and so can i. Why can i? I might never know.
Speech… It is something that ties the universe together. Whether it is simple gestures or complex sounds strung together to become language, speech is what ties humans together.
Speak. Parlez a moi. En anglais. En francais. En espangol. But words can only convey so much.
…class. pretty much changed my life. it didn’t hurt that our teacher was an amateur actor either. i think his class contributed largely to my decision to become a teacher. it didn’t eliminate my shyness, just gave me the power to inhabit a persona of confidence. On stage/under watch i could give a speech and turn it off and allow myself to be shy lil me in my own time. i’m an acting teacher….or is it a teaching actor?
despite spending so much time alone, Gabe could and would talk the leg off a table. What ever of her friends were out and galavanting around with her often had to endure a endless streem of chatter.
He didn’t have the words. HE knew what he wanted to say, what he needed to say, but he didn’t have the words.
He stood in front of the audience, a room full of people he knew, who had arrived to hear his big announcement. But there was no announcement. His plans had failed. His hopes, his dreams, his machinations. All failed.
And what was there left to say?
I hesitated. What if it wasn’t good? Yeah, I should just withdraw from the contest. My speech sucks and everything. Like , who would want a flat screen TV and a years worth of meal tickets? Okay that sounded pretty good. I stepped forward and stepped back. The whole time muttering my speech under my breath. It must’ve looked like I was tap dancing or something ’cause I kept jumping around and everything. Everybody suddenly clapped I looked up and looked around wildly. A man was mouthing, you have your microphone on. OMG I just delivered my speech without knowing.
public speech is something hard for me. When I was in Canada learning English my confidence grow too. However, when I
words. writing
it all seems to make sense
until you try to express it to someone else
try to tell them what you think
what you feel
and words don’t seem to be enough anymore
they don’t know what you really mean
what you really feel
and you sit
stunned
that these words that always helped so much
only seem to get in the way now
hurting
not helping
A beautiful practicality that we often take for granted as a successful race of developed creatures.
words. writing
it all seems to make sense
until you try to express it to someone else
try to tell them what you think
what you feel
and words don’t seem to be enough anymore
they don’t know what you really mean
what you really feel
and you sit
stunned
that these words that always helped so much
only seem to get in the way now
hurting
not helping
His speech droned on, echoing against the gym walls, bouncing off the eardrums of the half-asleep children. The vibrations pinged off each other until it was all white noise and nothing was heard but a steady thrum that lulled them into the perfect semi-coma. Just a few more minutes and he’d have everything in place.
Speech. It’s vital. An expression of who we are. Expression of how we feel. The ability to communicate with each other. To navigate through our lives being able to express what’s deep within our hearts. Our inner most thoughts. Speech is what sets us apart.
“remember, the water is on the table to your right.”
“i know.”
“remember to enunciate, you know you slur your words when you get nervous.”
“i know.”
“you’ll do great.”
“i know.”
speech, so incarcerating undeliberate most times unneeded, communication is barely verbal it’s saddening how we’re lead to believe our word exchange is so important when in reality they are completely meaningless. actions count vision counts movement is communication
Thoughts race through my head.
I have so much to say.
But nothing comes out.
I am immobile at the worst possible moment.
I need to speak..
have to say something..
But the words
never
come.
Speech. To speak. To communicate with one another. We are a globalized society. This development in our species is an extremely recent one, and one that continues to rapidly evolve every day. But the way we communicate has thus far remained unchanged. How can we continue speaking in different tongues. We are all people, and until we learn to collectively communicate and understand one another fully, we will never progress to our fullest potential.
I peeked at the audience at the hall waiting for me to come out.
It was so nervous. I wasn’t supposed to be here.It was supposed to be my dad.Well I had no choice. I already killed him anyway.I was the head of the organization now.
Thanks, Dad. Rest in peace.
His hands were sweating. His shoulders and legs shook. His notes were all over the place, wrinkled and town by his hand’s constant movement. This was the speech of his lifetime, and the man knew that all too well.
Sometimes the words come out wrong. Usually when I’m thinking too hard, or want to look like I’m thinking really well. My tongue always gets a bad case of performance anxiety. Instead of expertly playing with words, it plays the shy awkward coward instead. I hate meeting new people.
her speech was a short one, concise. it said just what she wanted to say, nothing more. it was to carry a message, to prove a point. to show the world what she was. that she was important. that she mattered. she stepped out onto the stage.
speaking without stopping while people actively nod their heads. speaking in public can bring people together. I prbly won’t speak with amy ever again..
once i was called upon to make a speech. the only problem is that i didnt know about it until i walked into the meeting. fortunately, i knew enough about the subject to make a credible presentation. in fact, the supervisor of my supervisor was there and very impressed with my talk. I also answered the questions put to me correctly except for one very recent change that i had not yet been told of.
Speech is an key part of communication. Most of us use speech everyday. It’s interesting being thrown into a situation where you can’t understand those about you’s speech. Although a certain amount of information can be gathered with hand gestures, body language and tones. Don’t believe me? Then go abroad.
Freedom. We should be allowed to say what we wish. Sometimes though, it is best to prepare a speech than to spew out your feelings. A good argument can create more value than emotion. Think before you speak.
Today was the day. She stood at the front of the class and cleared her throat. The words flowing from her mouth. She ignored the way everyone ignored her. She was used to them turning their faces away from her. But she would not let it bother her. She had practiced this speech for weeks. She had it perfected.
talking blah blah blah hello my name is….. let me tell you something. eat lots of food, speaking is the language of the tongue. glue . fell, feel, seal the deal
It’s simple to do, simple in theory. The brain discovers a thought and sends it to the mouth. The mouth forms the word. It rolls from the tongue, drops like a raindrop upon the ears of the listener. Sometimes, however, it tangles with other words, gets caught on the uvula and forgets itself on the way down the tongue. We ourselves stumble, catch ourselves, blush and set the word upright before trying again. It is an artform we depend on, we try to perfect, but never truly master.
Parents always say to think before speaking. But maybe, sometimes we should just speak our minds, without a care in the world. How else will change occur?
speeches are done to motivate, inspire, enlighten. The rush and anxiety. It’s all a good thing. The anxiety means you care.
I hate giving speeches. I hate standing in front of groups of people, hate the way they stare at me, direct all their attention toward me. It makes me blush, it makes me flush, and it makes my heart pound. I mess up my words, I cease to think. How do other people do it? How do some do it so easily?
With just one deep inhale of breath before beginning his speech, the atmosphere seemed to vacuum all noise until the drop of a needle vibrated the walls. As if a mixture of fear and awe stole the mouths of the entire audience, the room echoed and reverberated with every word he preached. His confidence, undeniable. His eloquence, enviable. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s speech captured the hearts of children, elderly, men, and women alike.
the worlds tumble over each other, multi syllabic waterfalls, falling, falling, falling. They are the anchor to my embarrassment, the sharp knives of my paint, pushing me bleeding and crying down to the bottom the food social food chain.
knees knocking together, i stood up. How is no one hearing the chattering of my teeth? This is always the worst part: when i have to start my speech.
this was the speech of my lifetime. this is the one no one could or would forget, ever. I was putting everything on the line through a few paragraphs. I was telling them my story, my thoughts on our world, and my point of few on everything in general. this was my last moment before everyone would know my secrets and start to judge me. I didn’t care though, that was the whole point of my speech, I didn’t care anymore, in other words I was giving up on this. on everything, I was starting a nice chapter in my book, my life.