I once held a microphone and had to speak about myself. Present what people wanted to see. Why do they care who I really am? They didn’t, they don’t. I lied. I said what they wanted to hear. I put myself in a box and I haven’t taken myself out since. What happened to me? I don’t know. Do you?
A. Meisner
i love singing in the microphone i play the ukulele its actually really fun and i know lots of songs. i miss playing songs with julian cause that was so much fun and i have great videos to show for it and i got to play piano and show it off on facebook does that mean i am a show off? i dont think i am
NickArarry
i take my chances.
but dances can’t relocate the places i’ve been. your chases
don’t replace the things i’ve discovered.
but soon, i’l taste a bit of what is uncovered. you’re a whore.
joshua
Whoever referenced Coconut Records Im in love with you.
Jaden
The microphone was a hot cylinder in his hand, the beams of white light hitting it and heating it up. His eyes focussed, than lost it again, and slid across murky images of the shadowy crowd. He took a deep breath, his lips parted with a wet crackle, and it begun.
Liddy
there is no microphone in this computer to talk to the only person that keeps me sane… we live appart yet our connection is wobbly… i miss her everyday and i should be by her side… maybe xD
santiago
living, soft, amplified, talking
i have a microphone, it’s my voice. i don’t use it enough.
micro means small but it doesn’t really make small sounds at all.
phone, i guess that means sound, but doesn’t remind me of a phone
shawn
Whenever I think of a icrophone i remember what i did wrong. standnig backstage and listening when you told me that you were planing on crossing behind the curtains to the other side. really a bad metapore at the time maybe but..i’m tired of wondering.
sarah.
Any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most.
– The White Stripes
Ivana
talk. speak. sing. whistle. joke. The world is a stage of entertainment, and this is you ‘send’ button. The world can hear you. Be an activist. Be a star. Share you dreams hopes and desires. Use it to convey you message. Shout. Louder. Louder. Are you listening?
r
I remember singing, my parents telling me that I was too quiet.
I remember the concerts I have been too, the millions of people screaming along to the lyrics the lead singer was pouring into the michrophone. The simple things can bring people to gether.
Amanda
Microphones are for singing, not swinging.
Liane
the microphone is an awesome thing that amplifies voices and it is awesome and you can hear the voice better but it can distort it and be unawesome sometimes
Katie
i sing into the microphone. my pulse is vibrating throught my body, creating the words and sounds that escape my mouth, travel throught the microphone, and nestle into your ears. my body radiates with music.
Jessica
Oh microphone, magnifier of my voice. Why are you called micro, when you make what is already small and unnoticed so grand and beautiful. And Phone. Keepsake of all my nearest and dearest. Truly this word in and of itself is a combination of two of the most perfect things: The love I have for my family and friends, and the Fear I hold in myself.
Colin
the microphone did what a microphone does is take record of ones words. im writing on a microphone and thinking of how many times i’ll be using one throughout my days in the business which reminds me as to whether or not i
ricky
Jane spied the small microphone under her telephone’s base. How long had it been there? Who was listening into her conversations? Where they listening for her or someone that she was talking to?
jenn-
Speaking into a microphone is one of the hardest things to do even though it looks easy. I mean if you speak too far away from it you sound so little, but if you speak right on top of it then no one can understand a word you say! Plus if you end up spitting in it, it sounds even worse! I have never been able to get the hang of it! I appluad the singers that can do it so easily!
Anthony Tovar
On a stage, there is a microphone. Do what you will, but the final intention is to please the audience. The audience is brooding. You are all alone.
Melissa
The microphone stood on the dark empty stage, in a pool of light from the spotlight. It called to her so that she couldn’t resist. Blushing more than a little she walked slowly onto the stage. Looking one way then another she checked if anyone was watching and then…
Jen P
I scream the lyrics into the microphone.
The words float out among the crowd.
Roaring words about death and hate into the moshing crowd.
Jangles
voice your own opinion scary singing others listening pressure proud
liz
Mic check one two one two. don’t stop the beats man I gotta keep going, keep flowing, creep growin and blowin the days cuz I’m in a haze of rage and stage? Stage? Stage is the one who tells you its all good but dont underestimate flowin in the hood.
grasshopper
He grabbed the microphone from her and uttered an apology: “Im sorry”, he said “I don’t think she knows what she’s saying.”
He grabbed her by the arm and led her down the platform into a deserted place. He wanted to slap her.
Camiru
es un objeto con el cual podemos amplificar o grabar el sonido de nuestra voz, receurda a los animadores y a los motivadores.
Normalmente son negros, y con una bola redonda encima para coger mejor el sonido
Fabio
The device that take sound and allows it to be delivered to others via amplification or recording. The interface between sound and replication.
Scotty Wotty Doo
She stood terrified, clutching the microphone. Sh stared out into the sea of faces, her legs trembling, her face hot and flushed and no words would come out. “Get a grip” she thought to herself. “They’re only people”. She had performed a hundred times, but each time was as nerve-wracking as the last
Rox
as i stare into the crowd the microphone looms before me. it grows larger and larger as it slowly overtakes the crowd and is all i see. at once, i can breathe again.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
a gadget for amplifying voice, increasing the volume of sound; used for public address, broadcasting song/music; for singing on the stage
Pavalamani Pragasam
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Anonymous
i have never sung into a microphone, but i would really like to microphone microphone that is a nice word, really nice i was a very nice date yes
my time is almost up to i have to hurry, i’m not sure what i’m supposed to be doing exactly
elly
concert stage fame people heat sweat music happy
al
microphone blah blah talk all the time
ne
weofijwoeifjwoeifjwoeijf
Anonymous
the eyes are set, glazed to the speaker in the middle of the floor. her lips are tight, her eyes cold, as she walks across the polished wood stained with sweat and tears. she picks up the microphone and whispers this: “remember who you are.”
poet'sfingertips
The singer used his microphone not as a tool, but as an object to convey his emotions through. He sung beautiful masterpieces, and short songs.
Luke
I sing into the microphone, letting out my soul to the world. Standing in front of the audience, and opening myself to them, an act that takes more courage than facing a firing squad. The firing squad is merely changing you. The audience is looking right into you, seeing more of you than you yourself know.
Tkot
i like to be under the sea in an octopus’ garden with you
Beck
I love the microphone. I secretly wish I had the opportunity to sing in front of people again. It holds wonderful memories for me. Also, I have dogs! =) I love them more than microphones.
Sara
I once held a microphone and had to speak about myself. Present what people wanted to see. Why do they care who I really am? They didn’t, they don’t. I lied. I said what they wanted to hear. I put myself in a box and I haven’t taken myself out since. What happened to me? I don’t know. Do you?
i love singing in the microphone i play the ukulele its actually really fun and i know lots of songs. i miss playing songs with julian cause that was so much fun and i have great videos to show for it and i got to play piano and show it off on facebook does that mean i am a show off? i dont think i am
i take my chances.
but dances can’t relocate the places i’ve been. your chases
don’t replace the things i’ve discovered.
but soon, i’l taste a bit of what is uncovered. you’re a whore.
Whoever referenced Coconut Records Im in love with you.
The microphone was a hot cylinder in his hand, the beams of white light hitting it and heating it up. His eyes focussed, than lost it again, and slid across murky images of the shadowy crowd. He took a deep breath, his lips parted with a wet crackle, and it begun.
there is no microphone in this computer to talk to the only person that keeps me sane… we live appart yet our connection is wobbly… i miss her everyday and i should be by her side… maybe xD
living, soft, amplified, talking
i have a microphone, it’s my voice. i don’t use it enough.
micro means small but it doesn’t really make small sounds at all.
phone, i guess that means sound, but doesn’t remind me of a phone
Whenever I think of a icrophone i remember what i did wrong. standnig backstage and listening when you told me that you were planing on crossing behind the curtains to the other side. really a bad metapore at the time maybe but..i’m tired of wondering.
Any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most.
– The White Stripes
talk. speak. sing. whistle. joke. The world is a stage of entertainment, and this is you ‘send’ button. The world can hear you. Be an activist. Be a star. Share you dreams hopes and desires. Use it to convey you message. Shout. Louder. Louder. Are you listening?
I remember singing, my parents telling me that I was too quiet.
I remember the concerts I have been too, the millions of people screaming along to the lyrics the lead singer was pouring into the michrophone. The simple things can bring people to gether.
Microphones are for singing, not swinging.
the microphone is an awesome thing that amplifies voices and it is awesome and you can hear the voice better but it can distort it and be unawesome sometimes
i sing into the microphone. my pulse is vibrating throught my body, creating the words and sounds that escape my mouth, travel throught the microphone, and nestle into your ears. my body radiates with music.
Oh microphone, magnifier of my voice. Why are you called micro, when you make what is already small and unnoticed so grand and beautiful. And Phone. Keepsake of all my nearest and dearest. Truly this word in and of itself is a combination of two of the most perfect things: The love I have for my family and friends, and the Fear I hold in myself.
the microphone did what a microphone does is take record of ones words. im writing on a microphone and thinking of how many times i’ll be using one throughout my days in the business which reminds me as to whether or not i
Jane spied the small microphone under her telephone’s base. How long had it been there? Who was listening into her conversations? Where they listening for her or someone that she was talking to?
Speaking into a microphone is one of the hardest things to do even though it looks easy. I mean if you speak too far away from it you sound so little, but if you speak right on top of it then no one can understand a word you say! Plus if you end up spitting in it, it sounds even worse! I have never been able to get the hang of it! I appluad the singers that can do it so easily!
On a stage, there is a microphone. Do what you will, but the final intention is to please the audience. The audience is brooding. You are all alone.
The microphone stood on the dark empty stage, in a pool of light from the spotlight. It called to her so that she couldn’t resist. Blushing more than a little she walked slowly onto the stage. Looking one way then another she checked if anyone was watching and then…
I scream the lyrics into the microphone.
The words float out among the crowd.
Roaring words about death and hate into the moshing crowd.
voice your own opinion scary singing others listening pressure proud
Mic check one two one two. don’t stop the beats man I gotta keep going, keep flowing, creep growin and blowin the days cuz I’m in a haze of rage and stage? Stage? Stage is the one who tells you its all good but dont underestimate flowin in the hood.
He grabbed the microphone from her and uttered an apology: “Im sorry”, he said “I don’t think she knows what she’s saying.”
He grabbed her by the arm and led her down the platform into a deserted place. He wanted to slap her.
es un objeto con el cual podemos amplificar o grabar el sonido de nuestra voz, receurda a los animadores y a los motivadores.
Normalmente son negros, y con una bola redonda encima para coger mejor el sonido
The device that take sound and allows it to be delivered to others via amplification or recording. The interface between sound and replication.
She stood terrified, clutching the microphone. Sh stared out into the sea of faces, her legs trembling, her face hot and flushed and no words would come out. “Get a grip” she thought to herself. “They’re only people”. She had performed a hundred times, but each time was as nerve-wracking as the last
as i stare into the crowd the microphone looms before me. it grows larger and larger as it slowly overtakes the crowd and is all i see. at once, i can breathe again.
check
a gadget for amplifying voice, increasing the volume of sound; used for public address, broadcasting song/music; for singing on the stage
kljlj
i have never sung into a microphone, but i would really like to microphone microphone that is a nice word, really nice i was a very nice date yes
my time is almost up to i have to hurry, i’m not sure what i’m supposed to be doing exactly
concert stage fame people heat sweat music happy
microphone blah blah talk all the time
weofijwoeifjwoeifjwoeijf
the eyes are set, glazed to the speaker in the middle of the floor. her lips are tight, her eyes cold, as she walks across the polished wood stained with sweat and tears. she picks up the microphone and whispers this: “remember who you are.”
The singer used his microphone not as a tool, but as an object to convey his emotions through. He sung beautiful masterpieces, and short songs.
I sing into the microphone, letting out my soul to the world. Standing in front of the audience, and opening myself to them, an act that takes more courage than facing a firing squad. The firing squad is merely changing you. The audience is looking right into you, seeing more of you than you yourself know.
i like to be under the sea in an octopus’ garden with you
I love the microphone. I secretly wish I had the opportunity to sing in front of people again. It holds wonderful memories for me. Also, I have dogs! =) I love them more than microphones.
Sara