there is a megaphone in the head of an orgaism that shout out loud to a world that can not hear. this megaphone is silent however there. however it is clear no one will hear becasue everyone is busy listening to their own megaphone between their ears
Craig W
microphone is identifying your voice..to make your voice louder than your normal voice.. you use it so you can talk loud and so you don’t have to yell out.
angela
“Get out!” The fireman shouted into the megaphone to the people in the burning house. They were running out of time the roof was collapsing and the helpless people were still inside. They need help,I couldn’t just stand there so I rush in to try to save the poor people inside. I couldn’t see anything, the smoke was so thick and it was hard to breath but I had to do something.
bubbles #01
I stood in the crowd wondering what everyone else was thinking. The silence was deafening. The megaphone in my hand grew heavier and heavier. Yet my mind wanted to wander in the sound of my amplified voice. I had no choice. I let go. No one heard me. I was alone and then i felt a wave of calm.
Sammy
people use megaphones to yell loud things, especially at picnics when they are organizing the games such as the three-legged race or the egg toss. i have never actually heard somebody use a megaphone in real life, i’m not even sure where one would go to purchase a megaphone. they use them a lot in movies, too. maybe they are more of a prop thing. i don’t understand how a megaphone could be used in every day situations.
Jenny
I picked it up and yelled, loud… so everyone could hear. So the world could hear. I was done…. finally, after all this time. After all we’d put ourselves through. We were done with this toxic thing that’s been choking our souls. We are free, free of eachother and the crippling bonds of love, free to actually be friends, free to move on from this thing that has dominated our lives.
loud, i think of scary cheer coaches with abandonded dreams so they do gross looing steroids and direct overly sexed teenagers into throwing eachother around to the beat of dumb, computerized music. I
Taysha
This love I have is like a megaphone that magnifies your words so they echo in my mind. I hear you clearly over the chaos of our lives
Aaron
I use a megaphone to be heard. People don’t listen so I make them listen. I will not be ignored with a megaphone in my hands, how can you ignore such a thing? I will be heard and you will listen to me!
Woah. It’s a megaphone. As a child I was equally amazed and annoyed of these things. I used to take a long school bus ride from school, where the staff of the school would herd us all into little sections and yell at us through a megaphone when our bus had arrived. Nice to remember, but not really.
It makes you louder
makes you mean
makes you powerful
makes you seen
makes you think you’ve got the upper hand
when really you’re the one in the crowd no one can stand
take that megaphone
and kindly shove it up your arse
people like you are why i’m cross
wow what a shit poem
His bed was his own private coliseum, the battles fought there won and lost with the knotting of blankets, the misplacement of pillows. If you could call his sleep fitful, you would be laughed out of every academic organization that held any pride in it’s ability to describe perfectly, or poetically, any single action than mankind held itself capable of, except, of course, certain beat poetry open mikes. If there were a word to describe his slumber, it would probably be much closer to a solo free-for-all, or even armageddon for that matter. Suffice it to say, if you had the chance to be inside this man’s bedroom during said armageddon, even a megaphone amplifying Zeus’s thunder would fail to awaken this troubled, though seemingly docile, man.
An instrument made t o project sound, because humans aren’t happy with the impact they’re already making. They have to hurt my EARS as well!! This was childish. I apologize :D
The sound of greatness can only be magnified by the tools of the greater. A megaphone.. like a pool of people.. excite your greatness and make you stronger.
I remember the episode of icarly with the megaphone that sam took. I had a megaphone/voice changer when I was younger me and my sister used to play with it alllllll the time outside late at night. It annoyed neighborhood dogs. (: I really dislike when people use megaphones to be incredibly annoying and obnoxious. Its just rude you know?
Megan Durbin
It’s a megaphone, bitch. Listen to me when I’m speaking. That’s why I have a fucking megaphone. I want you to hear me. This shit makes me loud. Loud when I don’t want to be, loud when I can’t be. It’s awesome. It’s awesome because I’m not. Or I don’t think I am. Maybe I am. But either way, it is awesome. And it helps me. So listen to me when I’m speaking in it. Ok?
eeepa
is a loud object used to project your voice. police use it to guide people on what to do and others use it to explain an instruction.
demi
I’m not really sure why you wouldn’t want a megaphone. You get people’s attention with it. Not to mention, it gives you automatic authority over anyone around you who does not have a megaphone. Yell your opinions to the world…and the world can’t do anything about it. Take that world! You cannot match the power of the megaphone!
Alex
The megaphone blasted words barely concealing such fury that vengeance as the denizens of the quadrangle cowered in fear.
It rang out like a megaphone: loud and clear. She hadn’t actually meant for it to slip out, it was just a thought that she hadn’t been able to get out of her mind for months. Now he knew, and so did everyone within a 100 foot radius. It needed to be said, she just didn’t know how to say it, and she didn’t think this was the proper way either, but now it was out. Now if only she could read his thoughts as he stared blankly into her eyes.
Oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’ve never been this far away from home. And oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’ve never been this far away from home. And oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’ve never been this far away from home.
Evan
Though there’s time in every space of life, its passage is quick and without incident. It is not relevant to the results that lie within it. Its only purpose is to run, to move from the past to the future. By time, we measure the value of life and the meaning of existence – It is the quintessential consequence of creation.
Evan
megaphone o megafono como seria llamarlo en español, es el perfecto intrumento que necesitaria para hacerme oir algunas veces. hacerme sentir en el silencio que envuelve esta ciudad tan grande y donde nadie te escucha, por mas fuerte que grites.
Stefania
Megaman was my favorite series as a kid. I used to run into that room in the back with the wooden dresser that smelled like pure age, creaking as its doors withdrew. I put my soul in those games – Pieces of it that will never return. I was the hero. I saved the city and defeated my enemies. I was Megaman.
Evan
His voice is like a megaphone. It’s loud and assertive, demands the attention of the unsuspecting ears as it helplessly captures its audience. His audacity and bravery stand out against a maelstrom of fear and ingratitude. When his sound echoes, they listen with rapt anticipation.
Evan
No matter what I did, I was always drawn to you. Was it your looks? No.. appearance never mattered to me. You personality? Perhaps, but you were always a dull character. Your voice. That was it.. When you spoke to me, whether it was on word, or an entire lecture it appealed to me deeply. It had a distinct ring, which made it madly echo throughout my mind as if you were using a megaphone just to be heard.
i wish i had a megaphone in that last sixty seconds. I would’ve been able to give my dog commands from a distance. Instead I had to run after him and before I knew it my time on one.word was up.
travellati
loud and never wants to be quite. If someone ever calls you on a meghaphone try to ignore them so they might leave you alone. Unless they are the cops because then you really fucked up and you probably can’t hide any more. The police will always find you!
Lola
“One last ride, then closed for the night!” The man yelled into his Megaphone. He was standing in front of the ferris wheel. “One ride, Please!” She begged, and held on to his hand.. “If we must.” He smiled and handed the man his tickets. She always had a way of smiling at him and getting her every wish. And that, scared him to no end.
I never got the point in megaphones, nor why cheerleaders used them. Did they really think that their pointless chants and hoorahs really help the home team? No. It just made their annoying little voices echo throughout the player’s brain, distracting them from their true goal; winning.
I cringed as the horrible screech of the megaphone fills my ears. I hate assemblies and the last thing I need is a large number of people screaming and a principal trying to use something like a megaphone or a microphone to control us. I press my index finger gently against the fleshy part near my inner ear and hope this assembly is over soon.
I feel like a megaphone is inside my head
Its been a long day full of saltwater
And I am left with a headache
Could it be because I am worn out
Or is there really, actually too much going on inside my mind
So much happens, it wouldn’t surprise me
a megaphone? Weird I think megaphones are weird… especially the ones that little kids use and changes their voices like aliens. Kinda stupid… and a waste of plastic.
EmilyKay
I yelled through the megaphone as if it would be my last. I new this was a impotant milestone for everyone sitting here today. I was hoping that it would be a good one. Forever there last.
The kids in the stands were hopping around with their megaphones, screaming and yelling words that not many understood. But I understood. I heard everything they said as if they were sitting on my shoulder, whispering into my ear. And I won’t ever be able to tell you what they said, because just as surely as they said the words, they disappeared.
Anna
The ice-cream truck zooms past the children. The megaphone is useless if it calls to no one.
Her mouth was like a megaphone but more unpleasant because of the sounds that blatted out of it. Not a pleasant person, not at all.
as i stare at you you shout back, not
matching my disposition
and i blanch, though i am quite unafraid.
i take a step, stop. step again.
your looks are blaring like a megaphone
loud, loud, very loud.
‘stay away’ they scream.
i can’t listen and you know it
so i step anyway.
off, off, off the bridge.
and as i fall i feel tears
of joy fall back into my eyes
for i have waited for this –
the concrete below felt as soft
as down.
there is a megaphone in the head of an orgaism that shout out loud to a world that can not hear. this megaphone is silent however there. however it is clear no one will hear becasue everyone is busy listening to their own megaphone between their ears
microphone is identifying your voice..to make your voice louder than your normal voice.. you use it so you can talk loud and so you don’t have to yell out.
“Get out!” The fireman shouted into the megaphone to the people in the burning house. They were running out of time the roof was collapsing and the helpless people were still inside. They need help,I couldn’t just stand there so I rush in to try to save the poor people inside. I couldn’t see anything, the smoke was so thick and it was hard to breath but I had to do something.
I stood in the crowd wondering what everyone else was thinking. The silence was deafening. The megaphone in my hand grew heavier and heavier. Yet my mind wanted to wander in the sound of my amplified voice. I had no choice. I let go. No one heard me. I was alone and then i felt a wave of calm.
people use megaphones to yell loud things, especially at picnics when they are organizing the games such as the three-legged race or the egg toss. i have never actually heard somebody use a megaphone in real life, i’m not even sure where one would go to purchase a megaphone. they use them a lot in movies, too. maybe they are more of a prop thing. i don’t understand how a megaphone could be used in every day situations.
I picked it up and yelled, loud… so everyone could hear. So the world could hear. I was done…. finally, after all this time. After all we’d put ourselves through. We were done with this toxic thing that’s been choking our souls. We are free, free of eachother and the crippling bonds of love, free to actually be friends, free to move on from this thing that has dominated our lives.
loud, i think of scary cheer coaches with abandonded dreams so they do gross looing steroids and direct overly sexed teenagers into throwing eachother around to the beat of dumb, computerized music. I
This love I have is like a megaphone that magnifies your words so they echo in my mind. I hear you clearly over the chaos of our lives
I use a megaphone to be heard. People don’t listen so I make them listen. I will not be ignored with a megaphone in my hands, how can you ignore such a thing? I will be heard and you will listen to me!
announcement
Woah. It’s a megaphone. As a child I was equally amazed and annoyed of these things. I used to take a long school bus ride from school, where the staff of the school would herd us all into little sections and yell at us through a megaphone when our bus had arrived. Nice to remember, but not really.
What is a megaphone?
I have absolutely no idea.
Just proves to me,
There is still so much to learn.
It makes you louder
makes you mean
makes you powerful
makes you seen
makes you think you’ve got the upper hand
when really you’re the one in the crowd no one can stand
take that megaphone
and kindly shove it up your arse
people like you are why i’m cross
wow what a shit poem
His bed was his own private coliseum, the battles fought there won and lost with the knotting of blankets, the misplacement of pillows. If you could call his sleep fitful, you would be laughed out of every academic organization that held any pride in it’s ability to describe perfectly, or poetically, any single action than mankind held itself capable of, except, of course, certain beat poetry open mikes. If there were a word to describe his slumber, it would probably be much closer to a solo free-for-all, or even armageddon for that matter. Suffice it to say, if you had the chance to be inside this man’s bedroom during said armageddon, even a megaphone amplifying Zeus’s thunder would fail to awaken this troubled, though seemingly docile, man.
An instrument made t o project sound, because humans aren’t happy with the impact they’re already making. They have to hurt my EARS as well!! This was childish. I apologize :D
The sound of greatness can only be magnified by the tools of the greater. A megaphone.. like a pool of people.. excite your greatness and make you stronger.
I remember the episode of icarly with the megaphone that sam took. I had a megaphone/voice changer when I was younger me and my sister used to play with it alllllll the time outside late at night. It annoyed neighborhood dogs. (: I really dislike when people use megaphones to be incredibly annoying and obnoxious. Its just rude you know?
It’s a megaphone, bitch. Listen to me when I’m speaking. That’s why I have a fucking megaphone. I want you to hear me. This shit makes me loud. Loud when I don’t want to be, loud when I can’t be. It’s awesome. It’s awesome because I’m not. Or I don’t think I am. Maybe I am. But either way, it is awesome. And it helps me. So listen to me when I’m speaking in it. Ok?
is a loud object used to project your voice. police use it to guide people on what to do and others use it to explain an instruction.
I’m not really sure why you wouldn’t want a megaphone. You get people’s attention with it. Not to mention, it gives you automatic authority over anyone around you who does not have a megaphone. Yell your opinions to the world…and the world can’t do anything about it. Take that world! You cannot match the power of the megaphone!
The megaphone blasted words barely concealing such fury that vengeance as the denizens of the quadrangle cowered in fear.
It rang out like a megaphone: loud and clear. She hadn’t actually meant for it to slip out, it was just a thought that she hadn’t been able to get out of her mind for months. Now he knew, and so did everyone within a 100 foot radius. It needed to be said, she just didn’t know how to say it, and she didn’t think this was the proper way either, but now it was out. Now if only she could read his thoughts as he stared blankly into her eyes.
Oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’ve never been this far away from home. And oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’ve never been this far away from home. And oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’ve never been this far away from home.
Though there’s time in every space of life, its passage is quick and without incident. It is not relevant to the results that lie within it. Its only purpose is to run, to move from the past to the future. By time, we measure the value of life and the meaning of existence – It is the quintessential consequence of creation.
megaphone o megafono como seria llamarlo en español, es el perfecto intrumento que necesitaria para hacerme oir algunas veces. hacerme sentir en el silencio que envuelve esta ciudad tan grande y donde nadie te escucha, por mas fuerte que grites.
Megaman was my favorite series as a kid. I used to run into that room in the back with the wooden dresser that smelled like pure age, creaking as its doors withdrew. I put my soul in those games – Pieces of it that will never return. I was the hero. I saved the city and defeated my enemies. I was Megaman.
His voice is like a megaphone. It’s loud and assertive, demands the attention of the unsuspecting ears as it helplessly captures its audience. His audacity and bravery stand out against a maelstrom of fear and ingratitude. When his sound echoes, they listen with rapt anticipation.
No matter what I did, I was always drawn to you. Was it your looks? No.. appearance never mattered to me. You personality? Perhaps, but you were always a dull character. Your voice. That was it.. When you spoke to me, whether it was on word, or an entire lecture it appealed to me deeply. It had a distinct ring, which made it madly echo throughout my mind as if you were using a megaphone just to be heard.
i wish i had a megaphone in that last sixty seconds. I would’ve been able to give my dog commands from a distance. Instead I had to run after him and before I knew it my time on one.word was up.
loud and never wants to be quite. If someone ever calls you on a meghaphone try to ignore them so they might leave you alone. Unless they are the cops because then you really fucked up and you probably can’t hide any more. The police will always find you!
“One last ride, then closed for the night!” The man yelled into his Megaphone. He was standing in front of the ferris wheel. “One ride, Please!” She begged, and held on to his hand.. “If we must.” He smiled and handed the man his tickets. She always had a way of smiling at him and getting her every wish. And that, scared him to no end.
I never got the point in megaphones, nor why cheerleaders used them. Did they really think that their pointless chants and hoorahs really help the home team? No. It just made their annoying little voices echo throughout the player’s brain, distracting them from their true goal; winning.
I cringed as the horrible screech of the megaphone fills my ears. I hate assemblies and the last thing I need is a large number of people screaming and a principal trying to use something like a megaphone or a microphone to control us. I press my index finger gently against the fleshy part near my inner ear and hope this assembly is over soon.
I feel like a megaphone is inside my head
Its been a long day full of saltwater
And I am left with a headache
Could it be because I am worn out
Or is there really, actually too much going on inside my mind
So much happens, it wouldn’t surprise me
a megaphone? Weird I think megaphones are weird… especially the ones that little kids use and changes their voices like aliens. Kinda stupid… and a waste of plastic.
I yelled through the megaphone as if it would be my last. I new this was a impotant milestone for everyone sitting here today. I was hoping that it would be a good one. Forever there last.
The kids in the stands were hopping around with their megaphones, screaming and yelling words that not many understood. But I understood. I heard everything they said as if they were sitting on my shoulder, whispering into my ear. And I won’t ever be able to tell you what they said, because just as surely as they said the words, they disappeared.
The ice-cream truck zooms past the children. The megaphone is useless if it calls to no one.