Speak. Right now, do it. Don’t hold your tongue, say whatever it is that means the most, means the least, maybe means nothing at all but for goodness sake, speak it now or forever hold it
Sarah
On that quiet October afternoon, as the wind was blowing through the grassy fields, Shaun jogged up the hill to meet with Laney. He could not waste any more time. Under the big oak tree, he took her hand—cold to the touch, as always. Her metallic arm made a low squeaking noise, and he knew that they needed to act fast if they were to steal that precious oil in that demented professor’s laboratory. Cautious not to alarm the guards just under the hill, he spoke to her in hush tones about their intended plan for that night. A twig snaps from behind. Laney looked at Shaun with her eyes—they are human eyes—the only thing left of her past life, and they both knew at that moment that they were just a minute too late.
i cannot, i long for but cannot grasp this concept of pointless shit. it is all so wrong when i communicate. i wish what was here inside would never be out.
Linze
I stand at the edge of a cliff
I can’t see anything below or behind me
Maybe it’s for the best
A tugging pulls at my heart
It pulls me towards the cliff
Over it
Into it
But I also feel it pulling me back
Away from the cliff
So I am frozen
Unable to move
I open my mouth to speak
And there is no noise
I scream
“Say something! Anything?!,” she yelled at me as I looked the other way.
“I can’t.”
“You have to. You don’t understand what you’re doing to me!”
I did understand. But there was nothing I could do about it either way.
My name is Keva and I’m 19 years old god is everything , I have a wonderful boyfriend and I work at Starbucks and sky high sports. Yes busy life, hoping to get apartment soon as we’ll as graduate from school!
Keva
Speak to me with your eyes,
With the softness of your touch
Speak to me with the silence
That is comfortable between us
Speaking seems like such an empty term, now. We’ve been speaking for hours, days, years…it hasn’t led anywhere. I think the reason lies in how we speak: the relays from our thoughts to our mouths are edited, stripped of the meaning they should have, and the result…well, it’s certainly not what it should be. Lies.
Siggi
Speaking is the simple act of moving your mouth and vibrating your voicebox to create soundwaves.
Speak up! he said, not realizing, and worse, not caring, that I didn’t have a powerful voice and that I was speaking as loud as I could.
Or perhaps that was the point, that he knew all along, and just wanted
to put me on the spot, place me in a bad light. It would about par for
the course for him.
Language is the medium of ideas. It is the way we tell others what we think and feel. Without speaking we would be lost and lonely, unable to connect with anyone else in the world. Speaking is what makes us human.
Payton
Speak nor or forever hold your violence.
For those that say nothing, do nothing, and dare others to do the same.
Or as silent as the wind that leans against the tree
but causes nothing to shake, not even one limb.
If civility is the art of pleasing, then justice is the art of allowing others to realize.
Speech comes as a right, but also as a responsibility. Simply because you have the right to say something, does not mean you have the right to be shielded from the consequences. Own. Your. Words.
“Speak up, child!” The old man held my face between his wrinkly hands. “You are strong, you can tell me anything. I will keep you safe.”
I nodded, tears seeping out of my eyes. “My father scares me.”
“He is a bad man, Bliss. I know. I will keep you safe.”
Speak! Speak, I say.
….Alright.
Have you nothing more to say??
No, not really.
You haven’t got the balls to confess, do you.
I dunno, can I call my lawyer?
Cretin.
I don’t know what that means, but fuck you too, buddy.
Speak to me the truth. I am more than sick and tired of your bullshit. What are you wanting out of this? I can tell you what I want. And THAT is something I have made clear and known. There is no doubt. Don’t speak to me of your “fears” and uncertainty.
Alan Greenawalt
To speak is to share your own insight and thoughts… To speak is to share with the world and others what you hold within yourself and your own mind. Speech is a gift.
Speaking is our main manor of communicating and should not be replaced with anything less. speak to your fellow man, don’t be afraid. speak up and be heard forever
tommy
Everyone told me I should say everything I think of. If that was the case I’m sure I’ll be more alone than I already am. I am a smart alack. and I know it.
Amy
My dog wouldn’t speak when I told her to speak. I tried everything. Shakespeare, Browning, Lord Byron. She didn’t think highly of the poets. Unless said poet clawed out of his grave and brought a chewy bone with him.
So I stuck to basic requests. A bark or something. Anything in the canine language. She just rolled over and waited for me to rub her belly. Not a single sound from her throat.
Belinda Roddie
i speak so often but i barely let my mind leek
can you handle the truth do you wish to take a peek?
speak, speak is something we need to do more with each other
but were distracted by technology so we dont bother!
Dee Jay
i speak so often but i barely let my mind leek
can you handle the truth do you wish to take a peek?
speak, speak is something we need to do more with each other
but were distracted by technology so we dont bother!
Dee Jay
I’ve never been much of a talker growing up, but recently I’ve blossomed into a rather social person. I’d like to believe that i have my friends to thank for that, as well as a rise in self-esteem and all-around confidence that I’ve gained recently.
I talk and walk and find myself speaking to the old man at the corner. He is crying telling me how he lost his home and his job. I say to him why do you cry… simply speak .. speak your mind do not be ashamed don’t be stupid and say whats on your mind speak freely speak with liberty be righteous be wrong who cares simply speak your mind aloud. Be yourself and speak. I don’t care if you speak for the American dream just speak don’t whimper on let me hear your voice… Where has your voice gone where has the movement of your lips gone.
Maritza
She spoke through her hands. Quick, elegant movements without the use of her vocal chords. She could not laugh, she could not yell. The noise of her hands touching and whirling through the air was the sound of her voice. It was lovely.
Speak words neverending. Nevermore ceasing. Continual words and sounds and letters and lines. All these things compile to song and sound, poetry and story. More importantly, they become truth. Lines become truth, and truth is vital. Always speak, and always speak truth. For that is all that holds us together.
i love to speak my mind. Freedom of speech is probably the only fundamental right that humans need to use more often. The spoken word is the most amazing of all forms of communication.
xyz
She spoke. Her words rung out across the room, quieting the unruly crowd. They stared. She fidgeted nervously with her hair. She shook her head.
“This war has gone on for too long!” She called out again. The crowd began to murmur.
Darion
seeing words collate on a page remembering the foretold stories of my ancient forefathers reminds me of how we alll communicate freely in this tongue so easlily mishapen and mistaken in tones and dialects and new news. new feelings on one sound vibrating on tongues new and old. Communicating with each other in a peace unknown to the tangible world. an etheral cry loud and soft on top of the ears of us all hiumane. I can see your words in the air written in your breath and falling on my open hands clear and chuckling grasping the fire in my belly.
Jasmine
An action. A thought. She says the words and we try to listen. We don’t think about the fact that she is speaking. We just hear her say the words. They are empty and unfeeling. I think she wasted her breath. She doesn’t care though. When she finishes she looks out over the audience triumphantly and we struggle not to laugh.
Speak to me. Just speak to me. The many times there has been hope for more than glance. Just say hello, make me known. Say goodbye, let me know that you were willing to acknowledge me. We had so many words to share, not too long ago – and now it feels as if all our words strung together are still not enough.
tonight I am not alone. I find another to give my thoughts to. asking to be here is just a pleasure I can give. Lonely is not possible when I speak your name. Coming into this world I Am. True to Me with one Voice. Chosse wisely with each sound.
Pammie
I can’t remember the last time we had a decent conversation, and it’s been awkward between us ever since that time, but please. Please. Don’t just stand there. You don’t know how much it hurts to see you staring at me, you have no idea how much I hate the idea of you hating me.
R
to speak is something that one must tread lightly on. Sometimes keeping one’s mouth shut and only speaking when necessary is best. Other times speaking up is important to defend someone. To speak is the closest thing we have to communicating the insanity that swirls around in our brains.
Speak… only when you are spoken to.
for a biscuit.
for your rights.
Speak… loud and smart and often
when you feel or when you don’t
but hopefully whenever you want.
and maybe…
you will be heard.
T
See, they say it is easy. They say it isn’t so hard, I’m overreacting, overthinking. What they mean is they cannot imagine it and so it cannot be true. They cannot imagine that every word weighs heavy in my mouth, can barely crawl out of my throat in the first place. They are so hard to place, so hard to get right.
sometimes i wish that i could speak my thoughts sure i would be ridiculed and sure i would be scorned and maybe i would have no friends but at least i tried. trying is better than not. but i know now that the world doesn’t care what you do and what you say.
meadora
I speak my mind and I get reprimanded. Anything I try to say is cut down and put aside. No one cares to hear what I have to say. They may ask what I think, but they never want to listen to the truths I speak.
Speaking is the key to building relationships…and maintaining them!
Everybody can speak, with their body language, tone of voice, gesture and even with no action at all. Silence speaks a thousand volumes.
Without speaking we would be lonely. Without it we would be void of expressing ourselves to others and making our needs known, even if nobody wants to listen.
Speak. Right now, do it. Don’t hold your tongue, say whatever it is that means the most, means the least, maybe means nothing at all but for goodness sake, speak it now or forever hold it
On that quiet October afternoon, as the wind was blowing through the grassy fields, Shaun jogged up the hill to meet with Laney. He could not waste any more time. Under the big oak tree, he took her hand—cold to the touch, as always. Her metallic arm made a low squeaking noise, and he knew that they needed to act fast if they were to steal that precious oil in that demented professor’s laboratory. Cautious not to alarm the guards just under the hill, he spoke to her in hush tones about their intended plan for that night. A twig snaps from behind. Laney looked at Shaun with her eyes—they are human eyes—the only thing left of her past life, and they both knew at that moment that they were just a minute too late.
i cannot, i long for but cannot grasp this concept of pointless shit. it is all so wrong when i communicate. i wish what was here inside would never be out.
I stand at the edge of a cliff
I can’t see anything below or behind me
Maybe it’s for the best
A tugging pulls at my heart
It pulls me towards the cliff
Over it
Into it
But I also feel it pulling me back
Away from the cliff
So I am frozen
Unable to move
I open my mouth to speak
And there is no noise
I scream
And there is nothing
All Around me there is nothing
And I stand there
Alone
Being torn
And unable to speak
“Say something! Anything?!,” she yelled at me as I looked the other way.
“I can’t.”
“You have to. You don’t understand what you’re doing to me!”
I did understand. But there was nothing I could do about it either way.
My name is Keva and I’m 19 years old god is everything , I have a wonderful boyfriend and I work at Starbucks and sky high sports. Yes busy life, hoping to get apartment soon as we’ll as graduate from school!
Speak to me with your eyes,
With the softness of your touch
Speak to me with the silence
That is comfortable between us
Speaking seems like such an empty term, now. We’ve been speaking for hours, days, years…it hasn’t led anywhere. I think the reason lies in how we speak: the relays from our thoughts to our mouths are edited, stripped of the meaning they should have, and the result…well, it’s certainly not what it should be. Lies.
Speaking is the simple act of moving your mouth and vibrating your voicebox to create soundwaves.
But it can mean so much more.
Speak up! he said, not realizing, and worse, not caring, that I didn’t have a powerful voice and that I was speaking as loud as I could.
Or perhaps that was the point, that he knew all along, and just wanted
to put me on the spot, place me in a bad light. It would about par for
the course for him.
Language is the medium of ideas. It is the way we tell others what we think and feel. Without speaking we would be lost and lonely, unable to connect with anyone else in the world. Speaking is what makes us human.
Speak nor or forever hold your violence.
For those that say nothing, do nothing, and dare others to do the same.
Or as silent as the wind that leans against the tree
but causes nothing to shake, not even one limb.
If civility is the art of pleasing, then justice is the art of allowing others to realize.
Speak now or forever hold the peace.
Speech comes as a right, but also as a responsibility. Simply because you have the right to say something, does not mean you have the right to be shielded from the consequences. Own. Your. Words.
“Speak up, child!” The old man held my face between his wrinkly hands. “You are strong, you can tell me anything. I will keep you safe.”
I nodded, tears seeping out of my eyes. “My father scares me.”
“He is a bad man, Bliss. I know. I will keep you safe.”
Speak! Speak, I say.
….Alright.
Have you nothing more to say??
No, not really.
You haven’t got the balls to confess, do you.
I dunno, can I call my lawyer?
Cretin.
I don’t know what that means, but fuck you too, buddy.
I cannot speak often enough about dislike for my current situation and some of the people that are around me!
Speak to me the truth. I am more than sick and tired of your bullshit. What are you wanting out of this? I can tell you what I want. And THAT is something I have made clear and known. There is no doubt. Don’t speak to me of your “fears” and uncertainty.
To speak is to share your own insight and thoughts… To speak is to share with the world and others what you hold within yourself and your own mind. Speech is a gift.
Speaking is our main manor of communicating and should not be replaced with anything less. speak to your fellow man, don’t be afraid. speak up and be heard forever
Everyone told me I should say everything I think of. If that was the case I’m sure I’ll be more alone than I already am. I am a smart alack. and I know it.
My dog wouldn’t speak when I told her to speak. I tried everything. Shakespeare, Browning, Lord Byron. She didn’t think highly of the poets. Unless said poet clawed out of his grave and brought a chewy bone with him.
So I stuck to basic requests. A bark or something. Anything in the canine language. She just rolled over and waited for me to rub her belly. Not a single sound from her throat.
i speak so often but i barely let my mind leek
can you handle the truth do you wish to take a peek?
speak, speak is something we need to do more with each other
but were distracted by technology so we dont bother!
i speak so often but i barely let my mind leek
can you handle the truth do you wish to take a peek?
speak, speak is something we need to do more with each other
but were distracted by technology so we dont bother!
I’ve never been much of a talker growing up, but recently I’ve blossomed into a rather social person. I’d like to believe that i have my friends to thank for that, as well as a rise in self-esteem and all-around confidence that I’ve gained recently.
I talk and walk and find myself speaking to the old man at the corner. He is crying telling me how he lost his home and his job. I say to him why do you cry… simply speak .. speak your mind do not be ashamed don’t be stupid and say whats on your mind speak freely speak with liberty be righteous be wrong who cares simply speak your mind aloud. Be yourself and speak. I don’t care if you speak for the American dream just speak don’t whimper on let me hear your voice… Where has your voice gone where has the movement of your lips gone.
She spoke through her hands. Quick, elegant movements without the use of her vocal chords. She could not laugh, she could not yell. The noise of her hands touching and whirling through the air was the sound of her voice. It was lovely.
Speak words neverending. Nevermore ceasing. Continual words and sounds and letters and lines. All these things compile to song and sound, poetry and story. More importantly, they become truth. Lines become truth, and truth is vital. Always speak, and always speak truth. For that is all that holds us together.
i love to speak my mind. Freedom of speech is probably the only fundamental right that humans need to use more often. The spoken word is the most amazing of all forms of communication.
She spoke. Her words rung out across the room, quieting the unruly crowd. They stared. She fidgeted nervously with her hair. She shook her head.
“This war has gone on for too long!” She called out again. The crowd began to murmur.
seeing words collate on a page remembering the foretold stories of my ancient forefathers reminds me of how we alll communicate freely in this tongue so easlily mishapen and mistaken in tones and dialects and new news. new feelings on one sound vibrating on tongues new and old. Communicating with each other in a peace unknown to the tangible world. an etheral cry loud and soft on top of the ears of us all hiumane. I can see your words in the air written in your breath and falling on my open hands clear and chuckling grasping the fire in my belly.
An action. A thought. She says the words and we try to listen. We don’t think about the fact that she is speaking. We just hear her say the words. They are empty and unfeeling. I think she wasted her breath. She doesn’t care though. When she finishes she looks out over the audience triumphantly and we struggle not to laugh.
Speak to me. Just speak to me. The many times there has been hope for more than glance. Just say hello, make me known. Say goodbye, let me know that you were willing to acknowledge me. We had so many words to share, not too long ago – and now it feels as if all our words strung together are still not enough.
tonight I am not alone. I find another to give my thoughts to. asking to be here is just a pleasure I can give. Lonely is not possible when I speak your name. Coming into this world I Am. True to Me with one Voice. Chosse wisely with each sound.
I can’t remember the last time we had a decent conversation, and it’s been awkward between us ever since that time, but please. Please. Don’t just stand there. You don’t know how much it hurts to see you staring at me, you have no idea how much I hate the idea of you hating me.
to speak is something that one must tread lightly on. Sometimes keeping one’s mouth shut and only speaking when necessary is best. Other times speaking up is important to defend someone. To speak is the closest thing we have to communicating the insanity that swirls around in our brains.
Speak… only when you are spoken to.
for a biscuit.
for your rights.
Speak… loud and smart and often
when you feel or when you don’t
but hopefully whenever you want.
and maybe…
you will be heard.
See, they say it is easy. They say it isn’t so hard, I’m overreacting, overthinking. What they mean is they cannot imagine it and so it cannot be true. They cannot imagine that every word weighs heavy in my mouth, can barely crawl out of my throat in the first place. They are so hard to place, so hard to get right.
sometimes i wish that i could speak my thoughts sure i would be ridiculed and sure i would be scorned and maybe i would have no friends but at least i tried. trying is better than not. but i know now that the world doesn’t care what you do and what you say.
I speak my mind and I get reprimanded. Anything I try to say is cut down and put aside. No one cares to hear what I have to say. They may ask what I think, but they never want to listen to the truths I speak.
Speaking is the key to building relationships…and maintaining them!
Everybody can speak, with their body language, tone of voice, gesture and even with no action at all. Silence speaks a thousand volumes.
Without speaking we would be lonely. Without it we would be void of expressing ourselves to others and making our needs known, even if nobody wants to listen.