A mirophone once touched elephant elebone. He said meowaphone to the tone of droned clone. Once this hits it’ll hit. By the by this is practice and you are not trying.
Runner
The microphone crackled and spat with static as she put her shaking hands around it. She swallowed and tried to smile. This was insane, she thought as she looked out at the expectant crowd. What was she thinking? What were they expecting her to say?
Astrid
i love this microphone. gives me a voice you wouldn’t know i have. kinda like auto tune, but beautiful. translates the whispers of a scared little girl into magnified masterpieces of a super woman. love this mic. i give it all i have because of all it’s given to me. i’ll never let it go.
microphone lover
I long to take the microphone, to place it in its holder and to sit down with my guitar to play and sing. Unfortunately too many years of smoking, albeit a long time ago, has rendered my voice insuffiently good to do this.
AnnabelWeir
Microphone stands at the edge of the stage. You are mine, you know…
Derek
microphone
Anonymous
the microphone seems cold as i press my wet lips to it. my voice is hoarse from the tour and nonstop singing. i force myself to look like im having fun even though im exhausted. i never wanted to sing for a living. i was good at it
miranda
If i had a microphone
i wouldnt know what to say
i have all these words
that i think every day
but when put on the spot
i just think about
how i cannot think
about anything.
everytime
my thoughts revert to love
maybe loss
or happiness
a microphone would just
make me feel so small
thats why i never speak up
…
Screaming. The washing machine sounds like a rocket ship, my mind is bursting through the drainage pipes and leaking out through the vents. The whole world can hear the music hissing from this laundry Tuesday.
r.a.
cool thing to talk into
mococ
microphone
manikandan
He reached out for the microphone and froze. He could he the noise from the band behind him and the mumbling crowd in front of him, but no words would come through his mouth. There were no words!
Betina
the microphone stood in front of me. yellow lights on my back and I couldn’t find the words to say to the hundreds of shadowed faces. I left the stage in silence.
anna
She stepped toward the microphone, heart pounding, knees already weak. Her legs were shaking and her lips were dry. Quickly, she brushed her tongue over her lips to moisten them, then took a deep breath and sang. Notes of heartbreak tumbled forth from her tongue. She felt her fists clench as she lifted her hands to the sky, her hips rocking to the sensual beat thudding from the monitors on either side of her. The lights were blinding. The emotion was a natural high. This was it.
Chanceless
It was interesting to see how many people at the conference were eager to get their hands on the microphone during the Q&A. People have so much to say and want to be heard so badly. I don’t feel that way my self most of the time.
Anonymous
lklllkklk
rodolpho
I cannot say anything into this piece of metal and plastic because I do not believe that anything outside of the dream realm is real.
Sounds are of the otherworld and cannot be brought from it. If you take something from the realm of the phantasmagorical and bring it into the scope of man he will never understand its beauty.
V
what the hell is that i think no one should have a microphone to ever talk only dumb people have those things when will the 60 seconds end seriously this is taking forever i dont know what else to write about but seriously a microphone? worse word ever. could have picked baby or something fun but whatever
nathan
When I stepped up to the microphone the crowd turned into lemmings following eachother into my des
pots
sounds come out of our mouths and go to microphones to be amplified and stuff, but did we ever ask the sounds if this is what they wanted to do in their day? no! no we did not! we just pluck them from their cosy lives playing in fields of highs lows sharps and other musical terms into a world filled with well a cacophany of madness destryoing their previous relative calm.
coo
She stood staring at the fuzzy surface. The audience was waiting expectantly. What would she do? She wanted to run. The metal in her hands was freezing and she curled her fingers around in timidly. She started to sing. The amplified sound of her voice made her even more nervous.
Amandita Bonita
much needed to keep sanity from everything. all i think of is music and who doesnt need music its sanity or am i wronG?
josh
Hairbrushes are microphones for the closet-singers. Everyone has at one point or another picked up their hairbrush and sung their lungs out.
Anonymous
I like micropohones they are awesome and stuff because they pick up sounds and transform them into electricsl pulses making it possible to record awesome. in audio form. =] I can’t quite comprehend how awesome micrphones are they csan be used for kareoke sand stuff. I’ve never really done ksareoke but i think i’d porbably give it a go in the future at some point. I’m really sorry about it’s stuff becsause im not used to the keyboard.
Peppy
They picked up the oddly shaped device. What was it? Black, silver, what? They whispered in hushed tones, and heard – what was that? An echo? NO! It was their own voices coming back to them, though the speakers – a MICROPHONE!
Anonymous
The microphone seemed to waver back and forth as her hand trembled. She stood there one the stage alone, trying to fight the sheer terror that rose inside her. She took a deep breath to keep her voice from shaking, then brought the mic to her face. “Hello, and thank you all for coming here today.”
Manny
I held the microphone tightly in my hands as the light streamed steadily onto my face. The sweat glistened and sparked in the light like stars across the sky. My agape and eyes wide, I couldn’t believe it was done.
me too
If you speak it will only grow dimmer and dimmer as the power around one fades. The darkness is closing in on the technological age. If you rely too greatly on it it will surely bring you to the brink of destruction with it. Live your life free of the power of technology and its eventual doom. Stay a person that does not compromise.
Xander Xavier
he stepped up to the microphone, his heart thudding in his chest. All eyes were on him, every pretty girl ever cool guy every judge. The music started and he snapped his fingers to get the rhythm before he started with his rhymes, he sound it awesome in his ears, but his stomach was telling him it was all in his head.
Mysti
my dad is a dj and he has lots of microphones. theyre very expensive and all are cordless. he is better than most djs i know. the dj at my school dance SUCKED. i love singing karaoke at his house, cause it echoes loud and it has cool effects.
alexandria Fernandez/ alemalfer91748@gmail.com
the buzz of feedback resounded through the hall there was nothing that could replace the echoing sound It broke his hart that the microphone would never sound again.
Ccraver
fucking micro[phone so loud in my ears ow stop dude turj it down please oh shit that hurts my head come on dude please turn it dpown so lpoud man such a nmoise in the street I have never heard man jesus so much noise can you stop ow man I said fucking stop you just turned it up man jeez that is the worst I cant take it stop man I am gonna go cause this place in lame I hate it so much lets get away from here I want to seriously get some ice cream or something that would be dope I would dig that man hey who do you think would win a in a fight anne frank or helen keller I mean come on who I think probabaly anne cause she can see and communicated you know what im sayin bro yeah pretty much gonna be anne frank with the win ya know but hey whats that over there oh its that damn microphone again I what the fuck that is so loud shit that microphone again please people learn to respect my s[ace I am so mad abouyt all this noise I cant even think I wish I could just go stick a sharp needle up my ear and stop this shit
microphone.
Tiger Stonefield
magnified. be heard. a little voice becomes a powerful force.
sit and listen to what they say. be captivated.
magnify your voice.
haze
I sing. That’s all I do, pick up a microphone and I sing. Or maybe without one… It’s hard to hook up an amplification system on a side walk. Or when you have to work around a full orchestra.
Michelle Eliza
Makes you feel heard…but listened? may be not. Holding a microphone in hand can either make you feel very confident ..or can make you really nervous..atleast it makes me feel nervy
MP
I listen. I hear. I see. I flee. Do you understand? Do you listen? Do you hear? Is everything just understandably so, or do we perceive it as such? Where does it end? Where do our lives intertwine, create new ones, end others, and begin strands of time that only TIME itself can tell what will happen? The beat roles on and on, my lyrics flow into my haphazard makeshift device.
Elijah Davis
that is what is used by both the good and the bad of this world. Some make beautiful music and sing great songs. Others preach a great sermon. Then are those who use it for destruction either by being vulgar or sprewing hate thru music.
Terry
The microphone projects my voice across the room. But will you hear me? I honestly don’t know. I can only hope that the words I have to say will be the ones you want to hear.
the microphone never lies
A mirophone once touched elephant elebone. He said meowaphone to the tone of droned clone. Once this hits it’ll hit. By the by this is practice and you are not trying.
The microphone crackled and spat with static as she put her shaking hands around it. She swallowed and tried to smile. This was insane, she thought as she looked out at the expectant crowd. What was she thinking? What were they expecting her to say?
i love this microphone. gives me a voice you wouldn’t know i have. kinda like auto tune, but beautiful. translates the whispers of a scared little girl into magnified masterpieces of a super woman. love this mic. i give it all i have because of all it’s given to me. i’ll never let it go.
I long to take the microphone, to place it in its holder and to sit down with my guitar to play and sing. Unfortunately too many years of smoking, albeit a long time ago, has rendered my voice insuffiently good to do this.
Microphone stands at the edge of the stage. You are mine, you know…
microphone
the microphone seems cold as i press my wet lips to it. my voice is hoarse from the tour and nonstop singing. i force myself to look like im having fun even though im exhausted. i never wanted to sing for a living. i was good at it
If i had a microphone
i wouldnt know what to say
i have all these words
that i think every day
but when put on the spot
i just think about
how i cannot think
about anything.
everytime
my thoughts revert to love
maybe loss
or happiness
a microphone would just
make me feel so small
thats why i never speak up
…
singing, play, fun, kareoke, famous, jokes, comedy, band, horrible, voices, chorus, speech, television, undercover,
Screaming. The washing machine sounds like a rocket ship, my mind is bursting through the drainage pipes and leaking out through the vents. The whole world can hear the music hissing from this laundry Tuesday.
cool thing to talk into
microphone
He reached out for the microphone and froze. He could he the noise from the band behind him and the mumbling crowd in front of him, but no words would come through his mouth. There were no words!
the microphone stood in front of me. yellow lights on my back and I couldn’t find the words to say to the hundreds of shadowed faces. I left the stage in silence.
She stepped toward the microphone, heart pounding, knees already weak. Her legs were shaking and her lips were dry. Quickly, she brushed her tongue over her lips to moisten them, then took a deep breath and sang. Notes of heartbreak tumbled forth from her tongue. She felt her fists clench as she lifted her hands to the sky, her hips rocking to the sensual beat thudding from the monitors on either side of her. The lights were blinding. The emotion was a natural high. This was it.
It was interesting to see how many people at the conference were eager to get their hands on the microphone during the Q&A. People have so much to say and want to be heard so badly. I don’t feel that way my self most of the time.
lklllkklk
I cannot say anything into this piece of metal and plastic because I do not believe that anything outside of the dream realm is real.
Sounds are of the otherworld and cannot be brought from it. If you take something from the realm of the phantasmagorical and bring it into the scope of man he will never understand its beauty.
what the hell is that i think no one should have a microphone to ever talk only dumb people have those things when will the 60 seconds end seriously this is taking forever i dont know what else to write about but seriously a microphone? worse word ever. could have picked baby or something fun but whatever
When I stepped up to the microphone the crowd turned into lemmings following eachother into my des
sounds come out of our mouths and go to microphones to be amplified and stuff, but did we ever ask the sounds if this is what they wanted to do in their day? no! no we did not! we just pluck them from their cosy lives playing in fields of highs lows sharps and other musical terms into a world filled with well a cacophany of madness destryoing their previous relative calm.
She stood staring at the fuzzy surface. The audience was waiting expectantly. What would she do? She wanted to run. The metal in her hands was freezing and she curled her fingers around in timidly. She started to sing. The amplified sound of her voice made her even more nervous.
much needed to keep sanity from everything. all i think of is music and who doesnt need music its sanity or am i wronG?
Hairbrushes are microphones for the closet-singers. Everyone has at one point or another picked up their hairbrush and sung their lungs out.
I like micropohones they are awesome and stuff because they pick up sounds and transform them into electricsl pulses making it possible to record awesome. in audio form. =] I can’t quite comprehend how awesome micrphones are they csan be used for kareoke sand stuff. I’ve never really done ksareoke but i think i’d porbably give it a go in the future at some point. I’m really sorry about it’s stuff becsause im not used to the keyboard.
They picked up the oddly shaped device. What was it? Black, silver, what? They whispered in hushed tones, and heard – what was that? An echo? NO! It was their own voices coming back to them, though the speakers – a MICROPHONE!
The microphone seemed to waver back and forth as her hand trembled. She stood there one the stage alone, trying to fight the sheer terror that rose inside her. She took a deep breath to keep her voice from shaking, then brought the mic to her face. “Hello, and thank you all for coming here today.”
I held the microphone tightly in my hands as the light streamed steadily onto my face. The sweat glistened and sparked in the light like stars across the sky. My agape and eyes wide, I couldn’t believe it was done.
If you speak it will only grow dimmer and dimmer as the power around one fades. The darkness is closing in on the technological age. If you rely too greatly on it it will surely bring you to the brink of destruction with it. Live your life free of the power of technology and its eventual doom. Stay a person that does not compromise.
he stepped up to the microphone, his heart thudding in his chest. All eyes were on him, every pretty girl ever cool guy every judge. The music started and he snapped his fingers to get the rhythm before he started with his rhymes, he sound it awesome in his ears, but his stomach was telling him it was all in his head.
my dad is a dj and he has lots of microphones. theyre very expensive and all are cordless. he is better than most djs i know. the dj at my school dance SUCKED. i love singing karaoke at his house, cause it echoes loud and it has cool effects.
the buzz of feedback resounded through the hall there was nothing that could replace the echoing sound It broke his hart that the microphone would never sound again.
fucking micro[phone so loud in my ears ow stop dude turj it down please oh shit that hurts my head come on dude please turn it dpown so lpoud man such a nmoise in the street I have never heard man jesus so much noise can you stop ow man I said fucking stop you just turned it up man jeez that is the worst I cant take it stop man I am gonna go cause this place in lame I hate it so much lets get away from here I want to seriously get some ice cream or something that would be dope I would dig that man hey who do you think would win a in a fight anne frank or helen keller I mean come on who I think probabaly anne cause she can see and communicated you know what im sayin bro yeah pretty much gonna be anne frank with the win ya know but hey whats that over there oh its that damn microphone again I what the fuck that is so loud shit that microphone again please people learn to respect my s[ace I am so mad abouyt all this noise I cant even think I wish I could just go stick a sharp needle up my ear and stop this shit
microphone.
magnified. be heard. a little voice becomes a powerful force.
sit and listen to what they say. be captivated.
magnify your voice.
I sing. That’s all I do, pick up a microphone and I sing. Or maybe without one… It’s hard to hook up an amplification system on a side walk. Or when you have to work around a full orchestra.
Makes you feel heard…but listened? may be not. Holding a microphone in hand can either make you feel very confident ..or can make you really nervous..atleast it makes me feel nervy
I listen. I hear. I see. I flee. Do you understand? Do you listen? Do you hear? Is everything just understandably so, or do we perceive it as such? Where does it end? Where do our lives intertwine, create new ones, end others, and begin strands of time that only TIME itself can tell what will happen? The beat roles on and on, my lyrics flow into my haphazard makeshift device.
that is what is used by both the good and the bad of this world. Some make beautiful music and sing great songs. Others preach a great sermon. Then are those who use it for destruction either by being vulgar or sprewing hate thru music.
The microphone projects my voice across the room. But will you hear me? I honestly don’t know. I can only hope that the words I have to say will be the ones you want to hear.