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Nerves
Its almost my turn I hope I don't stutter.
Why does everyone else seem so prepared?
I can feel their eyes and sense their mutters.
If only this pressure could be equally shared.
My heart volume increases, my throat becomes dry.
Why does it all of a sudden it feels so hot in here?
Maybe I should invent some sort of manufactured lie.
Should I fake some tears and make it look sincere.
I've practised this over a million times in my head.
Just think in a couple minutes, this will all be done.
I just have to say what needs to be said.
Face up to my fears and let my mouth run.
Talk loud and proud and rise to the occasion.
Ill be fine…until the next terrifying situation.
Kela lewis-morin
Its almost my turn I hope I don't stutter.
Why does everyone else seem so prepared?
I can feel their eyes and sense their mutters.
If only this pressure could be equally shared.
My heart volume increases, my throat becomes dry.
Why does it all of a sudden it feels so hot in here?
Maybe I should invent some sort of manufactured lie.
Should I fake some tears and make it look sincere.
I've practised this over a million times in my head.
Just think in a couple minutes, this will all be done.
I just have to say what needs to be said.
Face up to my fears and let my mouth run.
Talk loud and proud and rise to the occasion.
Ill be fine…until the next terrifying situation.
Kela lewis-morin
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Expectations
The pressure keeps me going,
Yet holds me back.
The thought isn't comforting
It feels like an attack.
The sort that keeps me up at night;
Why my fingernails are short.
Like a dark and looming blight;
A disheartening exhort.
Better, better, better!
The expectation is quite blunt.
Never, never, never...
Exactly what they want.
I'm not the person I want to be,
Due to expectations.
Under the eyes that never see
My pain is their creation.
Literature
Age 16 Page 1
Every day of your life up until this point
Has been a prologue to the tale of you
Those mistakes that you have made in your childhood
They may be many or they may be few
But please don’t allow them to shape or to shift
The person that you were born to become
Keep in mind that the night is at its darkest
In the moments before we see the sun
I see pure potential run through your being
In your soul, deep beneath your callow skin
A unique story is waiting to be told
That the world will never see again
And though it begins with ‘once upon a time’
This is not a sugar spun fairytale
Each chapter and verse now lies in your hand
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These Tears Would Come:
These Tears Would Come:
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
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something i wrote today as i was speaking in seminar class today and saw my friend struggle with her nerves. i thought i would try and put it in a sonnet form.i tried to go for the simple approach again to many big words spoil the poem lol hope it works out lol anyway let me know what you think guys
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This is a really nice poem.
Lots of people have a fear of public speaking, which inspired me to come up with this video game idea.
Lots of people have a fear of public speaking, which inspired me to come up with this video game idea.