She craved the podium, the skin-bleaching and oil-accenting light of the stage. She wanted nothing more than to speak before a thousand silhouettes, every face stolen by a spotlight they only wished was theirs. But when at last she climbed the steps, she realized with no undue amount of horror, that this was not her speech nor her day to speak it.
I bend at the knees, as if in prayer
Cup my hands, my ladle.
To dip up the pool of water at my feet
Lift the cold, clear to my nose
As if in prayer.
And I slurp.
Slurp, slurp, slurp and swallow until my belly is a round, round globe
Reeling from the swish, swash, swish, swash
Speaking through its saturation.
“You talk when you cease to be on love with your thoughts”
period !!!!!
Esoteric
speech is the worst thing i fear to do .. tht too public speech. TO convey ones emotions , i like it in person … war the heck does it mean … wat that will be to me
ggf
The things I say, that you say, that is being put out there in the world. I wish I could speak in public, my speech gets quite small, and yet I have so much I want to get out there, this fear is of being heard, and yet I am the only one holding myself back from sharing with the world. Does it make any sense?
vennesah
One of the best things someone can do is speak their mind. It is one way that we establish our feelings and desires to others. We should always speak our mind regardless of the potential consequences, and other people should respect our right to speak and be heard.
She was speechless. What was she supposed to say to THAT? For a moment, the air was still. Nothing seemed to move as she scrambled just too long for words. She saw the look in his eye begin to fade as he realized that her silence meant hesitance, and that hesitance meant no.
My words sting like tiny hornets and enough of them will kill you. Some men are allergic to my brand of poison and I can’t quite blame them from running when I step out of my hive. My speech is a savage set of wasps hell bent chasing you around the yard. If and when I decide to land, you best hold stock still because I demand slow movements or I’ll fire a steady stream of aggression into your tender spot. This vernacular is the queen bee and her stinger is smooth: she’ll stab you several times before the pheromones wear off.
Megan H.
Speech is pretty important. To me and otherwise. I like to think that its a way of making the world as you want it, but perhaps thats wrong. I am terrified of having it taken away from me.
Ki'El
speech when you speak to me i don’t hear anything at all above the sound of my own heartbeat and blood in my ears, and the sound of my own wailing crying tears over every every word thats ever gone unsaid between us and for myself, because with every harshness uttered over the last few years, i’m still terrified i might be hearing your last and final speech.
i don’t like speech,because it take much thinking in less minutes..you may think i’m thinking,no i’m not…speech got two
Ajmal
speech when you speak to me i don’t hear anything at all above the sound of my own heartbeat and blood in my ears, and the sound of my own wailing crying tears over every every word thats ever gone unsaid between us and for myself, because with every harshness uttered over the last few years, i still long to hear you speak.
traditionally considered the ultimate method of communication, of self expression and yet so little is really translated through speech. we speak with our bodies, and in the way speech is delivered. it is quite extraordinary how very little we say with our words, and quite tragic when we consider how very much one is willing to suffer in their pursuit
Alyza Russell
So much of it and saying so little, expressing thoughtlessly.
Lucinda
hope
rise
faith
sense
voice
listen
me
stand
welcome
write
Rosse
i’ve never really given a big one. i’ve given lots of little ones, sometimes with an audience of only one. it was a speech just for them, i call it a heart to heart. i have these quite often. I don’t know if i’d be good at an actual speech in front of lots of people. i get nervous. i’m a dancer. i speak with my body
Rowan Willigan
just talk about what you feel right now is the most needed speech for you today. No one likes to be alone and keep all the things they feel by their own. that is why people need a speech containing these and thoses about their feeling today. and that
tazkya
My speech is interrupted by my uncontrollable sobs. I miss you and care about you. Without you I am nothing. When God created me, you were in mind.
speech what you really want to say, so that people can get to know what you really think, mankind has lost the power of word, if we all work to get it back the world would get to be a better place, relaying on people and the way they trust by word gives us the right to believe in us and mankind
PNB
Speech is the way humans think. The awfulness of speech slides off the tongue like knifes forcing words into syllables and timing with syntax. No one cares. The words of the world are not said.
taylor
There is was. About to give a speech about my little brother in front of hundreds of my college peers. Little do they know that he disappeared two weeks ago. He is only 12. We don’t know if he is alive or dead. He could have been taken by force or left on his own. Every night I pray to god to bring him back…
The way you slur your words makes me want to cry. I can imagine the way your tongue moves in your mouth and I wish I could watch it closer, as if I could know you better.
Slur me your secrets. I want to know.
Jarrah
There i was in the middle of my college class room. Surrounded by hundreds of my peers, im giving a speech today on my brother. seems simple enough, accept that he just ran away from home, and we have not seen him in two weeks. He is only 12 and he could be anywhere in the world by now.. We dont know if he left, or was taken. All we know is he is gone.. Out in the wide open world. All alone.
Emily Malloy
speech is words
thought
typing
working
fixing solving reaching acting
but with words
when you speak you convey emotion or sometimes you dont
its a choice
tori
The eloquence of this man’s speech has left an indelible print in Moira’s mind that she did not expect. The modulation and cadence of his voice sounds as if this man—this Adonis of a man, is not from this Earth. How can this man make her question her own reality? “This is absurd,” she mutters to herself. But deep down, she knows it is too late as this emotion that she has buried for so long has stirred and slowly, but surely, will find its way to resurface in her life again. Love, it makes a fool of us all.
I stand there and cry. I do nothing to wipe away the tears, or stop the breaking of my voice. I simply stumble over the notes on the cue cards, adding in the memorized pieces of text. I make eye contact with the uncomfortable audience.
The eloquence of this man’s speech has left an indelible print in Moira’s mind that she did not expect. The modulation and charismatic cadence of his voice sounds as if this man—this Adonis of a man, is not from this Earth. How can this man make her question her own reality? “This is absurd,” she mutters to herself. But deep down, she knows it is too late as this emotion that she has buried for so long has stirred and will eventually find its way to resurface in her life again. Love, it makes a fool of us all.
He gave his speech with trepidation, nervously fingering his notes as he stumbled through it. He looked out at the audience, clearly they were all judging him harshly. As sweat dripped down his brow, falling upon the now wrinkled paper before him, he tried to compose himself. If it hadn’t been for her, maybe he would have succeeded.
The eloquence of this man’s speech has left an indelible print in Moira’s mind that she did not expect. The modulation and charismatic cadence of his voice sounds as if this man—this Adonis of a man, is not from this Earth. How can this man make her question her own reality? “This is absurd,” she mutters to herself. But deep down, she knows it is too late as this emotion that she has forced to keep down has stirred and will eventually find its way to resurface in her life again… love.
I wanted to scream right in his dull face. The words droned out of his mouth. “I will wait for you.” I tried not to roll my eyes. I saw the fear on her face; I remembered the words I told him that night. He just didn’t seem to get it, and so a speech was all that could get through to him.
“You can’t change people, and they won’t come when beckoned just because you want them to. Get over yourself because everyone else already is.”
The had to make a speech. This was it. They were to tell the family that they were engaged. They were very nervous. They knew it wouldn’t be well received. But they loved each other. That was all that mattered. How they even got to this point, they didn’t know.
He was nervous. Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain. He always hated this part. The time for a speech.
Brittany
Whenever I have to make a speech or present a project, I get kinda nervous…Like so nervous that my hands start shaking and my breathing comes in short incremented breaths. I’m losing oxygen, and then I choke up. At least, that’s what usually happened. Now, for some reason, I don’t get nervous anymore. There was no process I went through to accomplish such a feat, it just happened. I just think to myself “You’ll be fine. Be strong and confident and everything will work out perfectly. There is nothing at all to be afraid of.” I think that once I started repeating this mantra in my head, things became a lot simpler. I don’t care what other people think of me and that’s really all that matters. I’m proud to show the world what I’ve accomplished…and do so without a shaky voice.
Nick
On lonely nights, she wondered idly: if I couldn’t speak and had to use sign language to communicate what I thought or felt — would you have looked at me, then?
I was affraid of that moment. For a long time ive postponed it but no more. Everyone needed to hear it from me, i was their leader, i was the one to give that speech.
Guto
He cleared his throat, looking out at the crowd his palms began to sweat. He hadn’t given this speech before and it made him weary of what the outcome might be, there were some controversial topics. He stood up to the mic, and tapped it.”Hello.” he said slowly and began to speak.
How dare you giving me a speech about it? all the words in the world cant make me change my mind. I might be stubborn, but I know what I want. Unlike you always wanting “the best” for me. your hypocrisy has no limit
i remember when i was 5 years old or so, i had to take a class for a speech impediment. i talked like a baby. funny enough, the episode of The Brady Bunch was on today where Cindy Brady gets made fun of for her lisp…baby talk baby talk, it’s a wonder you can walk. now i’m 28 years old and sometimes still accidentally still say THUMB like it’s pronounced FLUMB.
Jessica Greene
arya always had a problem about making speeches, it was something that she could never find herself doing, she would hate when the septa would make them stand there and talk about there day or anything else, to this day she has a problem talking about her feelings
i fucking hate giving speeches. speech class was my worst nightmare. even around people i am comfortable with i have speeches. I feel like I can speak but I suck at speeches.
She craved the podium, the skin-bleaching and oil-accenting light of the stage. She wanted nothing more than to speak before a thousand silhouettes, every face stolen by a spotlight they only wished was theirs. But when at last she climbed the steps, she realized with no undue amount of horror, that this was not her speech nor her day to speak it.
I bend at the knees, as if in prayer
Cup my hands, my ladle.
To dip up the pool of water at my feet
Lift the cold, clear to my nose
As if in prayer.
And I slurp.
Slurp, slurp, slurp and swallow until my belly is a round, round globe
Reeling from the swish, swash, swish, swash
Speaking through its saturation.
“You talk when you cease to be on love with your thoughts”
period !!!!!
speech is the worst thing i fear to do .. tht too public speech. TO convey ones emotions , i like it in person … war the heck does it mean … wat that will be to me
The things I say, that you say, that is being put out there in the world. I wish I could speak in public, my speech gets quite small, and yet I have so much I want to get out there, this fear is of being heard, and yet I am the only one holding myself back from sharing with the world. Does it make any sense?
One of the best things someone can do is speak their mind. It is one way that we establish our feelings and desires to others. We should always speak our mind regardless of the potential consequences, and other people should respect our right to speak and be heard.
She was speechless. What was she supposed to say to THAT? For a moment, the air was still. Nothing seemed to move as she scrambled just too long for words. She saw the look in his eye begin to fade as he realized that her silence meant hesitance, and that hesitance meant no.
My words sting like tiny hornets and enough of them will kill you. Some men are allergic to my brand of poison and I can’t quite blame them from running when I step out of my hive. My speech is a savage set of wasps hell bent chasing you around the yard. If and when I decide to land, you best hold stock still because I demand slow movements or I’ll fire a steady stream of aggression into your tender spot. This vernacular is the queen bee and her stinger is smooth: she’ll stab you several times before the pheromones wear off.
Speech is pretty important. To me and otherwise. I like to think that its a way of making the world as you want it, but perhaps thats wrong. I am terrified of having it taken away from me.
speech when you speak to me i don’t hear anything at all above the sound of my own heartbeat and blood in my ears, and the sound of my own wailing crying tears over every every word thats ever gone unsaid between us and for myself, because with every harshness uttered over the last few years, i’m still terrified i might be hearing your last and final speech.
i don’t like speech,because it take much thinking in less minutes..you may think i’m thinking,no i’m not…speech got two
speech when you speak to me i don’t hear anything at all above the sound of my own heartbeat and blood in my ears, and the sound of my own wailing crying tears over every every word thats ever gone unsaid between us and for myself, because with every harshness uttered over the last few years, i still long to hear you speak.
traditionally considered the ultimate method of communication, of self expression and yet so little is really translated through speech. we speak with our bodies, and in the way speech is delivered. it is quite extraordinary how very little we say with our words, and quite tragic when we consider how very much one is willing to suffer in their pursuit
So much of it and saying so little, expressing thoughtlessly.
hope
rise
faith
sense
voice
listen
me
stand
welcome
write
i’ve never really given a big one. i’ve given lots of little ones, sometimes with an audience of only one. it was a speech just for them, i call it a heart to heart. i have these quite often. I don’t know if i’d be good at an actual speech in front of lots of people. i get nervous. i’m a dancer. i speak with my body
just talk about what you feel right now is the most needed speech for you today. No one likes to be alone and keep all the things they feel by their own. that is why people need a speech containing these and thoses about their feeling today. and that
My speech is interrupted by my uncontrollable sobs. I miss you and care about you. Without you I am nothing. When God created me, you were in mind.
speech what you really want to say, so that people can get to know what you really think, mankind has lost the power of word, if we all work to get it back the world would get to be a better place, relaying on people and the way they trust by word gives us the right to believe in us and mankind
Speech is the way humans think. The awfulness of speech slides off the tongue like knifes forcing words into syllables and timing with syntax. No one cares. The words of the world are not said.
There is was. About to give a speech about my little brother in front of hundreds of my college peers. Little do they know that he disappeared two weeks ago. He is only 12. We don’t know if he is alive or dead. He could have been taken by force or left on his own. Every night I pray to god to bring him back…
The way you slur your words makes me want to cry. I can imagine the way your tongue moves in your mouth and I wish I could watch it closer, as if I could know you better.
Slur me your secrets. I want to know.
There i was in the middle of my college class room. Surrounded by hundreds of my peers, im giving a speech today on my brother. seems simple enough, accept that he just ran away from home, and we have not seen him in two weeks. He is only 12 and he could be anywhere in the world by now.. We dont know if he left, or was taken. All we know is he is gone.. Out in the wide open world. All alone.
speech is words
thought
typing
working
fixing solving reaching acting
but with words
when you speak you convey emotion or sometimes you dont
its a choice
The eloquence of this man’s speech has left an indelible print in Moira’s mind that she did not expect. The modulation and cadence of his voice sounds as if this man—this Adonis of a man, is not from this Earth. How can this man make her question her own reality? “This is absurd,” she mutters to herself. But deep down, she knows it is too late as this emotion that she has buried for so long has stirred and slowly, but surely, will find its way to resurface in her life again. Love, it makes a fool of us all.
I stand there and cry. I do nothing to wipe away the tears, or stop the breaking of my voice. I simply stumble over the notes on the cue cards, adding in the memorized pieces of text. I make eye contact with the uncomfortable audience.
The eloquence of this man’s speech has left an indelible print in Moira’s mind that she did not expect. The modulation and charismatic cadence of his voice sounds as if this man—this Adonis of a man, is not from this Earth. How can this man make her question her own reality? “This is absurd,” she mutters to herself. But deep down, she knows it is too late as this emotion that she has buried for so long has stirred and will eventually find its way to resurface in her life again. Love, it makes a fool of us all.
He gave his speech with trepidation, nervously fingering his notes as he stumbled through it. He looked out at the audience, clearly they were all judging him harshly. As sweat dripped down his brow, falling upon the now wrinkled paper before him, he tried to compose himself. If it hadn’t been for her, maybe he would have succeeded.
The eloquence of this man’s speech has left an indelible print in Moira’s mind that she did not expect. The modulation and charismatic cadence of his voice sounds as if this man—this Adonis of a man, is not from this Earth. How can this man make her question her own reality? “This is absurd,” she mutters to herself. But deep down, she knows it is too late as this emotion that she has forced to keep down has stirred and will eventually find its way to resurface in her life again… love.
I wanted to scream right in his dull face. The words droned out of his mouth. “I will wait for you.” I tried not to roll my eyes. I saw the fear on her face; I remembered the words I told him that night. He just didn’t seem to get it, and so a speech was all that could get through to him.
“You can’t change people, and they won’t come when beckoned just because you want them to. Get over yourself because everyone else already is.”
The had to make a speech. This was it. They were to tell the family that they were engaged. They were very nervous. They knew it wouldn’t be well received. But they loved each other. That was all that mattered. How they even got to this point, they didn’t know.
He was nervous. Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain. He always hated this part. The time for a speech.
Whenever I have to make a speech or present a project, I get kinda nervous…Like so nervous that my hands start shaking and my breathing comes in short incremented breaths. I’m losing oxygen, and then I choke up. At least, that’s what usually happened. Now, for some reason, I don’t get nervous anymore. There was no process I went through to accomplish such a feat, it just happened. I just think to myself “You’ll be fine. Be strong and confident and everything will work out perfectly. There is nothing at all to be afraid of.” I think that once I started repeating this mantra in my head, things became a lot simpler. I don’t care what other people think of me and that’s really all that matters. I’m proud to show the world what I’ve accomplished…and do so without a shaky voice.
On lonely nights, she wondered idly: if I couldn’t speak and had to use sign language to communicate what I thought or felt — would you have looked at me, then?
I was affraid of that moment. For a long time ive postponed it but no more. Everyone needed to hear it from me, i was their leader, i was the one to give that speech.
He cleared his throat, looking out at the crowd his palms began to sweat. He hadn’t given this speech before and it made him weary of what the outcome might be, there were some controversial topics. He stood up to the mic, and tapped it.”Hello.” he said slowly and began to speak.
How dare you giving me a speech about it? all the words in the world cant make me change my mind. I might be stubborn, but I know what I want. Unlike you always wanting “the best” for me. your hypocrisy has no limit
i remember when i was 5 years old or so, i had to take a class for a speech impediment. i talked like a baby. funny enough, the episode of The Brady Bunch was on today where Cindy Brady gets made fun of for her lisp…baby talk baby talk, it’s a wonder you can walk. now i’m 28 years old and sometimes still accidentally still say THUMB like it’s pronounced FLUMB.
arya always had a problem about making speeches, it was something that she could never find herself doing, she would hate when the septa would make them stand there and talk about there day or anything else, to this day she has a problem talking about her feelings
i fucking hate giving speeches. speech class was my worst nightmare. even around people i am comfortable with i have speeches. I feel like I can speak but I suck at speeches.