speaking is what people normaly do, they always speak. I love speaking. I’m really talkative person. Sometimes i speak too much, but it’s okay. I think speaking can improve many things, and people should speak more.
pamimiy
Speak. ::silence:: She asks again, “Speak.” No answer. “SPEAK! I SWEAR TO GOD!” Still no answer, suddenly at her own demand her brain is backed up in word traffic because she couldn’t decide which one to drive through. Isn’t it crazy that our brains can work so smoothly in daily conversation but the second the stakes are raised hundreds of words rush to the front of your brain because you thought of all of them at once? How to unclog the traffic. How to let the words just flooow. That’s the challenge with words.
i just talk to my friends everytime i feel happy and sad, i like speaking languages, the brain is so powerful, i think the best gift from my parents is language, my native language is spanish, and i feel real love for it, i think it is really beautiful, i like the way the world communicates.
Sheyla
Im not usually fond of starting a conversation, normally I just tend to follow up on whatever my peer starts to talk about. Though I mostly enjoy it, I am a rather quiet person and it is a bit ironic that I am interested in photojournalism which will require me to speak to people. Well speaking is truly fun at times.
Sebastian
Speak is a five letter word that has two vowels and three consonants. The first consonant is a voiceless alveolar fricative. the second is a voiceless bi-labial plosive and the third at the end of the word is a voiceless plosive sounded at the back of throat.
Tamar Keane
I can’t see shit. It’s dark. I’ve spoken already about the tidbits of everyday life, but this site keeps luring me, I enjoy it. A great idea it was to visit it, but I’ve not spoken about it to anyone yet. Interesting. I usually talk about things like this.
the way we communicate our thoughts to one another. tell me things you’ll never be able to show me. i trust you more than i trust myself to speak. speak to me darling
Tasha
Sometimes I forget how to. I really should carry a notebook on me at all times, just in case of a situation just like this where my tongue decides it doesn’t know how to work anymore.
the last tune she hummed was about the words she couldn’t speak, it was one of those sad old melancholy tunes she learned from her grandmother, the kind no one had bad enough to write any more. words with souls. They told of unspeakable pain, of abuse and anger that was indistinguishable
Kira
the word speak to me represents an internal power. It doesn’t not represent a power over others but a power from within to better understand yourself. Usually when a persons speaks they have a little bit of truth behind what they say, be it scary or comforting, it is the truth. To speak is to be powerful because it unleashes the truth. And truth provides a way to progress.
Elise Stewart
To speak is to say a set of words and sentences via the thoughts in your head. Out load. ‘Speak’ is the greatets tool a man has. It helps raise your voice against wrong doing and wrong doers.
Sami Faizullah
To speak is human and only then it is the way we can truly accomplish communication. this is by speaking! if you are not to speak, you are not human because all humans are social creatuers which require communication and social interaction to flourish like a flower or else they will wilt and die like a poor old lily. :(
joe
About how you feel, about what you think and what you want. About how he makes you feel, about what he means to you. About the things that was, that is and that you wish had taken place. About your love for him.
timmyproperty
this morning I saw a strange thing running around my room! I didn’t know what to do but be scared. After I made up my mind, I found myself waking up, It was all just a dream.
medina
I love speaking so much. Speaking is so awesome yay! speech recognition software is sooo cool! In fact, I’m linking everything to speaking because I am speaking as I am typing this information about speech. Maybe I can use Windows Speech Recognition software to dictate this information about speech which relates to speech
sfa
Hello. To myself, perhaps in the future I say to you, well done. Give yourself a pat on the back, you’ve deserved it. I like your new haircut, I like you shoes. Your how old, you bloody bastard. Congratulations on living, be happy and one day we might speak again.
Matt
It should be simple. It should be so easy to open my mouth and say those simple words. But sometimes to speak is the biggest struggle. Sometimes the words don’t come easily.
The idea of “speak when you are spoken to” is dead. As a teacher I am amazed at how kids today (that sounds like a commercial!) speak to adults. They think nothing of speaking up, speaking out, speaking against.
I sometimes want to talk, just keep talking without anyone fucking interrupting me, I think a lot, I do voice my opinions but sometimes I just really want to speak you know? Don’t interrupt me, don’t say you understand, just listen to me as I speak, as I speak about my thoughts, my dreams, the things I want to achieve, I have so many ideas, just let me speak
Huda
talk
what should i write?
kamer
is producing infinite sounds with your tongue, teech, lips, and mouth, all together. Is taking a breath for someone else, to do the same action
You say something and people don’t hear. Or is it that they don’t listen? But why should that keep you silent? Why should that daunt you? If you don’t say anything at all then people really won’t know what you have to say. At least when you are saying something you are not silent and you are not succumbing to them.
Sound as liquid, liquid as gin. A deaf man singing that sets you thinking, hard days living forgets you drinking, words and lonely laughter, the home time chime and the morning after.
Soft of tongue, but with harsh words, like everything was alright, he kept telling her the truth. With every sentence, her world began to change its colours. Welcome to reality. Take a deep breath and dive in.
Mirela V.
So what? So what can speech create that we haven’t already heard, can you be remembered for the speech? Does being remembered even matter? Doubt it. Speech over writing.
Jan2510
I’m tired of speaking of what I feel or what I think or what I fear. This time, I’ll let silence will be my essay.
I speak therefore I am. My baby speaks but doesn’t really fully get his point accross as yet. Da, da, da, da – could describe a range of things at present. Brb brb brb is popular s is sp sp sp and aaaaah ahhhh. Soon I’m hoping to hear a well pronounced mom or mum!
Jo
”Speak.”
That one word terrified me to the bone.
It isn’t as easy as one might think. To open one’s mouth and to form words.
To form words that make sense is another obstacle altogether.
I swallowed and looked up.
A dozen faces looked back.
”Speak” I whispered to myself
Saffron
I speak all the time, chattering away happlily. I give away mysef easily and free. No amount of chattering can make up for emtying myself forever.
She spoke queitly, not wanting to wake her brother who slept beside her. She spoke to herself of the horrors that had occurred later that night; trying to put into pieces, to make sense out of it.
Megan-Mae
hello! I am public speaker. I love to speak throughout. Speaking is essence of human kind. Public speaking is so necessary in human lives. If one cannot speak well, that can lead the life to hell. So speaking can make difference between heaven and hell in living. Speaking decently and politely is crucial. That’s what i am trying to do.
anuja
i love to speak. speak is a word. ow..amazing speaking should be my habit. they speak a lot. I should too. Speaking is one of my interests but i lack guts. I lack guts because I dont have experience. public speaking is very necessary in todays world. Speaking quality helps win the heart of many people around. That quality is essential.
anuja
When his father asks him to speak his mind, he feels a surge of anger rise in him. He hates the feeling, and he wouldn’t even deny it if someone asks him.
As everybody say speaking is not as easy as it sounds. To express the thoughts in you psyche you need to speak up. now shut up!
govind
As everybody say speaking is not as easy as it sounds. To express the thoughts in you psyche you need to s
govind
The sky. The country we go to, to hide. I hate to speak, telling the words inside. It bears a lot of soul, exposes a lot of mind, and I want to hide it, keep it special and safe. Staring at the stars, I wonder how they can bare to shine. I want to hide in the dark, I want to the world’s only secret.
My knees were trembling, my palms were clammy. I looked like a fish with my mouth in a tiny “o”. I stared at the audience. They looked like an intimidating dark ocean. I couldn’t speak. I felt my throat closing up. My mouth was dry and I wanted to run away and hide. I couldn’t say a word, I couldn’t speak.
Speak. Talk. Tell him! It was natural, there was nothing wrong with it. He could love him and tell him so. There was nothing wrong about it after all.
But no matter how ‘right’ it was there would still be a lump in my throat as I told him. My lips would still be parched and my voice would still be wobbly and my hands would still be wringing and my forehead would continue sweating.
But I still spoke. I still told him.
speaking is what people normaly do, they always speak. I love speaking. I’m really talkative person. Sometimes i speak too much, but it’s okay. I think speaking can improve many things, and people should speak more.
Speak. ::silence:: She asks again, “Speak.” No answer. “SPEAK! I SWEAR TO GOD!” Still no answer, suddenly at her own demand her brain is backed up in word traffic because she couldn’t decide which one to drive through. Isn’t it crazy that our brains can work so smoothly in daily conversation but the second the stakes are raised hundreds of words rush to the front of your brain because you thought of all of them at once? How to unclog the traffic. How to let the words just flooow. That’s the challenge with words.
i just talk to my friends everytime i feel happy and sad, i like speaking languages, the brain is so powerful, i think the best gift from my parents is language, my native language is spanish, and i feel real love for it, i think it is really beautiful, i like the way the world communicates.
Im not usually fond of starting a conversation, normally I just tend to follow up on whatever my peer starts to talk about. Though I mostly enjoy it, I am a rather quiet person and it is a bit ironic that I am interested in photojournalism which will require me to speak to people. Well speaking is truly fun at times.
Speak is a five letter word that has two vowels and three consonants. The first consonant is a voiceless alveolar fricative. the second is a voiceless bi-labial plosive and the third at the end of the word is a voiceless plosive sounded at the back of throat.
I can’t see shit. It’s dark. I’ve spoken already about the tidbits of everyday life, but this site keeps luring me, I enjoy it. A great idea it was to visit it, but I’ve not spoken about it to anyone yet. Interesting. I usually talk about things like this.
the way we communicate our thoughts to one another. tell me things you’ll never be able to show me. i trust you more than i trust myself to speak. speak to me darling
Sometimes I forget how to. I really should carry a notebook on me at all times, just in case of a situation just like this where my tongue decides it doesn’t know how to work anymore.
false speak
underneath
truth does talk
through other voices
speaking over and under
round and round
say what you want
speak for real
Speak up.
Speak again.
Speak love.
Speak your mind.
Speak love.
Speak again.
Speak up.
And we will hear you.
the last tune she hummed was about the words she couldn’t speak, it was one of those sad old melancholy tunes she learned from her grandmother, the kind no one had bad enough to write any more. words with souls. They told of unspeakable pain, of abuse and anger that was indistinguishable
the word speak to me represents an internal power. It doesn’t not represent a power over others but a power from within to better understand yourself. Usually when a persons speaks they have a little bit of truth behind what they say, be it scary or comforting, it is the truth. To speak is to be powerful because it unleashes the truth. And truth provides a way to progress.
To speak is to say a set of words and sentences via the thoughts in your head. Out load. ‘Speak’ is the greatets tool a man has. It helps raise your voice against wrong doing and wrong doers.
To speak is human and only then it is the way we can truly accomplish communication. this is by speaking! if you are not to speak, you are not human because all humans are social creatuers which require communication and social interaction to flourish like a flower or else they will wilt and die like a poor old lily. :(
About how you feel, about what you think and what you want. About how he makes you feel, about what he means to you. About the things that was, that is and that you wish had taken place. About your love for him.
this morning I saw a strange thing running around my room! I didn’t know what to do but be scared. After I made up my mind, I found myself waking up, It was all just a dream.
I love speaking so much. Speaking is so awesome yay! speech recognition software is sooo cool! In fact, I’m linking everything to speaking because I am speaking as I am typing this information about speech. Maybe I can use Windows Speech Recognition software to dictate this information about speech which relates to speech
Hello. To myself, perhaps in the future I say to you, well done. Give yourself a pat on the back, you’ve deserved it. I like your new haircut, I like you shoes. Your how old, you bloody bastard. Congratulations on living, be happy and one day we might speak again.
It should be simple. It should be so easy to open my mouth and say those simple words. But sometimes to speak is the biggest struggle. Sometimes the words don’t come easily.
The idea of “speak when you are spoken to” is dead. As a teacher I am amazed at how kids today (that sounds like a commercial!) speak to adults. They think nothing of speaking up, speaking out, speaking against.
I sometimes want to talk, just keep talking without anyone fucking interrupting me, I think a lot, I do voice my opinions but sometimes I just really want to speak you know? Don’t interrupt me, don’t say you understand, just listen to me as I speak, as I speak about my thoughts, my dreams, the things I want to achieve, I have so many ideas, just let me speak
talk
what should i write?
is producing infinite sounds with your tongue, teech, lips, and mouth, all together. Is taking a breath for someone else, to do the same action
You say something and people don’t hear. Or is it that they don’t listen? But why should that keep you silent? Why should that daunt you? If you don’t say anything at all then people really won’t know what you have to say. At least when you are saying something you are not silent and you are not succumbing to them.
Sound as liquid, liquid as gin. A deaf man singing that sets you thinking, hard days living forgets you drinking, words and lonely laughter, the home time chime and the morning after.
Soft of tongue, but with harsh words, like everything was alright, he kept telling her the truth. With every sentence, her world began to change its colours. Welcome to reality. Take a deep breath and dive in.
So what? So what can speech create that we haven’t already heard, can you be remembered for the speech? Does being remembered even matter? Doubt it. Speech over writing.
I’m tired of speaking of what I feel or what I think or what I fear. This time, I’ll let silence will be my essay.
I speak therefore I am. My baby speaks but doesn’t really fully get his point accross as yet. Da, da, da, da – could describe a range of things at present. Brb brb brb is popular s is sp sp sp and aaaaah ahhhh. Soon I’m hoping to hear a well pronounced mom or mum!
”Speak.”
That one word terrified me to the bone.
It isn’t as easy as one might think. To open one’s mouth and to form words.
To form words that make sense is another obstacle altogether.
I swallowed and looked up.
A dozen faces looked back.
”Speak” I whispered to myself
I speak all the time, chattering away happlily. I give away mysef easily and free. No amount of chattering can make up for emtying myself forever.
She spoke queitly, not wanting to wake her brother who slept beside her. She spoke to herself of the horrors that had occurred later that night; trying to put into pieces, to make sense out of it.
hello! I am public speaker. I love to speak throughout. Speaking is essence of human kind. Public speaking is so necessary in human lives. If one cannot speak well, that can lead the life to hell. So speaking can make difference between heaven and hell in living. Speaking decently and politely is crucial. That’s what i am trying to do.
i love to speak. speak is a word. ow..amazing speaking should be my habit. they speak a lot. I should too. Speaking is one of my interests but i lack guts. I lack guts because I dont have experience. public speaking is very necessary in todays world. Speaking quality helps win the heart of many people around. That quality is essential.
When his father asks him to speak his mind, he feels a surge of anger rise in him. He hates the feeling, and he wouldn’t even deny it if someone asks him.
As everybody say speaking is not as easy as it sounds. To express the thoughts in you psyche you need to speak up. now shut up!
As everybody say speaking is not as easy as it sounds. To express the thoughts in you psyche you need to s
The sky. The country we go to, to hide. I hate to speak, telling the words inside. It bears a lot of soul, exposes a lot of mind, and I want to hide it, keep it special and safe. Staring at the stars, I wonder how they can bare to shine. I want to hide in the dark, I want to the world’s only secret.
My knees were trembling, my palms were clammy. I looked like a fish with my mouth in a tiny “o”. I stared at the audience. They looked like an intimidating dark ocean. I couldn’t speak. I felt my throat closing up. My mouth was dry and I wanted to run away and hide. I couldn’t say a word, I couldn’t speak.
Speak. Talk. Tell him! It was natural, there was nothing wrong with it. He could love him and tell him so. There was nothing wrong about it after all.
But no matter how ‘right’ it was there would still be a lump in my throat as I told him. My lips would still be parched and my voice would still be wobbly and my hands would still be wringing and my forehead would continue sweating.
But I still spoke. I still told him.