5. Storytelling.
5. Storytelling.
You step upstage and face the deafening silence,
All eyes drawn as you try to straighten your tie,
Their attention enough to give me 4th degree burns,
Gone are the days where you can just go and say “Hi!”
Slowly you try to ease your nervousness away,
You adjust the microphone and lay down your notes,
All the confidence and smiles are but for display,
My oh my what’s this thing blocking my throat?!
You think of all the preparation you’ve done,
And with a flash you make up your mind,
“Even if I screw up so what? Least I had fun!”
Big sincere smile cause things will be fine!
Slowly your smile diminishes into a grim line,
Your eyes they glaze over as you being yourself,
With a deep voice you tell the crowd it’s time,
Time to see through the eyes of someone else,
The story of the man, who stood by Clemens Garden,
As he seriously contemplated felo-de-se,
Slowly you end, knowing you’ve hit the right button,
After all you’re the best, as everyone would say.
Author's Note: no particular message actually. just thought of public speaking, my suicidal stories and basically just telling a story and getting positive feedback. oh my my. are these actually my unconscious mind speaking out to me? what was Sigmund Freud's technique again? where you're supposed to let your unconscious mind speak and all...?
okay, no psycho lesson. anyways, yeah. just supposed to entertain which i hope it did.
btws, Clemens Garden is also the setting for my short story of sorts, Perhaps. hehe.
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Now playing:
Our Lady Peace - Sorryvia FoxyTunesLabels: Seasons of September
stoned @ 8:14 AM
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September