POETRY: DECLAMATION PIECE, POEMS, SPEECH

IT'S HARD TO FIT IN Audrielyn E. Ulloa It's hard to fit in. My life is a misery. I've been through so much already and yet nothing is going well as planned. I need help but I don't have any friends. I need to be trusted but no one believes me. I need comfort but people use me as their laughing stock. Maybe it's because I'm fatter than the rest. Or maybe it's because my parents went to jail for selling drugs, which led me to training myself to live alone. Wherever I go, I hear people gossip about me. They'd laugh, insult and pick on me. But why me? I know my life isn't perfect. It's hard to fit in. But they have no right to put things in other people's mouths and expect me to be insensitive about it because I'm very sensitive! I've been sensitive since the day both my grandparents died from a car crash a decade ago. I'm 19 years old and I still get bullied. I don't know why I had to have this life. I also don't know if I ca...

THE INTERNET KILLED MY FRIEND  Audrielyn E. Ulloa The internet killed my friend so I will find justice! I will see to it that my friend will be able to die peacefully. She was a nice friend who liked spicy food. She had a camera and we would always take pictures. Then one day she bumped into a boy who she fell in love with. So many times I tried telling her that he was a playboy. There were signs! He looks at every girl he sees. He winks at them. And if that girl winks back, he bites his bottom lip and quietly moans. Then one day he brought my friend to his house and asked her to do it with him. If she doesn't, then she doesn't love him that much. But she was only 13. He was three years older than her and she was so young to get involved with that good-for-nothing woman magnet! But she did it with him. She was unaware that he had placed a camera inside the room and after they did it, he didn't even bother to bring her home! So my dear friend, Jennifer, called me and told me...

I'M STILL A KID  Audrielyn E. Ulloa I'm still a kid. A kid with plans. A kid who adores her parents. I am nothing like those kids who put on makeup and dress up like... like ADULTS!   Who do they think they are? They are still children. They should be lucky to have toys. They should like comic books and Barbie dolls, NOT praise... BEER! DRUGS! DATING!   YOU only live ONCE! You shouldn't smoke. You shouldn't run away from school.   Please! STUDY! GRADUATE! Then that's when you get married and have kids. That's when you decide what you will do for yourself.   Do not blame your parents when you go to jail. Don't tell them you never cared --- because THEY DID! They gave you a home, A LIFE! They lectured you because they cared.   BUT YOU! You wouldn't listen. Instead, you worship maleficent things! Dangerous activities! You come home late at night, stop going to school. You don't listen. You don't care.   Well, that's your problem! I know my paren...

I SAW A GHOST Audrielyn E. Ulloa I saw a ghost! I'm not joking! Mother? Father? Hello? Anybody there? Oh gosh. I'm all alone, stuck in this bedroom with nobody to protect me. Am I that evil? Am I that MEAN? Tell me what is wrong with me! Why am I seeing a ghost? *shivers * Ooh, I'm so cold. I can't breathe! What is HAPPENING? *gasp* I SAW A GHOST! A ghost is hugging me! I ran as fast as I can. I went to the bathroom and started to cry... cry... cry... Father... Mother... Sister... I am sorry! I'm sorry for being a horrible daughter! I'm sorry for lying about not doing my homework, for stealing sister's necklace! And when Mother asked if I took it, I said NO! Sister was CRYING! SHE WAS CRYING! I AM SORRY! Oh... please, PLEASE forgive ME! I didn't mean to lie to you. But this time, HONEST, there really IS A GHOST! *gasp* The ghost is COMING! Mother... Father... Sister... HELP ME! I saw a ghost. Wait. Wait... Father...? Mother...? Sister...? Father's th...

YOU DON'T KNOW ME Audrielyn E. Ulloa You think you know me? NO, you don't! I am not the same girl I am now. I do not wear luxurious jewelry or fancy eight-hundred dollar makeup just to look good. Now, you don't know me. You don't know me anymore. Why? Because you have no control over my life. I don't like pink. I abhor ANYTHING GIRLY! I hate you for doing this to me. NOW LOOK AT ME! I have a scar to remember of you and what you have done to ME! I don't listen to music anymore. I don't dress like Britney Spears and call myself beautiful because I've changed... and who to blame for the result? YOU! YOU BEAST YOU.. .YOU LIAR! I hate you! You ruined my life and I won't stop until I shout to the world how you redid me, turning me into your so-called cheerleader but actually spreading news how I'm your clown. Hah! NO WAY! I am NOT your CLOWN! I've changed. You don't know me anymore.

I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOU Audrielyn E. Ulloa I should have listened to you. You were always there for me. You told me that he will hurt me. But I ignored your warning and still ran away with him. Now I live in the streets with nothing to eat. My clothes are dirty. My skin unclean. Oh, if only I could turn back time... Brother, I am sorry. You were right and I was wrong. I know you'll never forgive me for leaving and I am SORRY! I'M A DISGRACE! I once saw you. Boy, you grew! I used to tease you about how you'll Never have a future if you're as short as a dwarf. BUT NOW... now you've GROWN! And you're a... a lawyer, just like you wanted! I'm so proud of you. You have two little girls I believe I heard you call them Lucy and Wendy. And your wife... aww! She's a beauty. I know you'll never forgive me and I'm sorry! *gasp* HE SAW ME! MY BROTHER! He... saw... me? Uh... oh how do I look? Pathetic. Stinky. Gross. Ugh! You said Hi. Uh... Hi... oh, bro...

Mother, are you there? Audrielyn E. Ulloa   Mother, are you there? Mother, I'm home. Here, I brought you the bread you requested. Where are you? Mom? Please answer. Oh, where could she be? I went upstairs, to Mother's bedroom. She must be tired. Still in bed at 6 pm? Gosh. I opened the door... only to see Mother lying on the floor. Her blue eyes are closed. Her wrist had a HUGE cut! Nooo! MOTHER! Mother, wake up! WAKE UP! Please? I'm too young to lose a mother. Mom... mom... mom... *sobs* Mother is dead. *sobs* Now who will watch over me? Who? My father? NO! NOT MY FATHER! He left us for another woman. A model! A twenty-year-old Brazilian model who does not look nice, kind or worthy of my trust. She and Father met, I don't know, eight months ago and since then became crazy for each other. Then they got married and abandoned us! US! HER FAMILY! He said he loved Mother, but he never did. I will not live with that man! Mother is dead! Now I have nobody! We were happy witho...

THE LAMP John Lester Lade "Uh! my head aches,,, where am I? Oh my God! dextrose? No! Aghh!! , my hand , what happened?? You , you, you did this to me am I right?? Who did this to me? Who? " -I starts shouting while sitting. "Aaaahhhh!!! ", then my eyes dimmed. Blackout.... Peep! Peep! " Coming" -I shouted while looking myself at the mirror then starts going to the car. "Oh! C'mon Alex, were gonna be late",-oh its Sheena my friend. " I'm sorry, wait where's the other?"- I asked. "They're already at the beach",- she answered. " OK , let's hurry". At the beach. I swim , swim , swim all day until I feel exhausted. "Sheena!", I shouted then she turn on me." I'll be going first at the beach house, I need rest, I'm so tired"."OK", she replied. I immediately go to the beach house and find some drinks and something to eat. While going to the kitchen, I heard a convers...

JUDGMENT -Mando Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! Why are you looking at me? Is there anything wrong that you’d like to tell me? Go on, spill it. You can’t turn me down. I do things because I can. That’s a privilege that you don’t have. They said that a book should never be judged by it’s cover. But what if the book is too open? Is there an exemption? You’re poor! You’re ugly! You’re hideous! You’re all things that I never was, and never will be. Haha! Now you’re judging me for telling the simple truth? Why? Is it a hard pill to swallow? It’s no longer my fault if life isn’t in your favor. We’re different, and will always be. I seemed to be destined for greatness, something that you can only dream of. I guess it’s time for you to wake up from this dream that everything wil change for the better. It will never be your time, accept it. Wake up! Hey, wake up! You’ve been dreaming again, you crazy fool! Haha! Haha! Haha! The sheriff wants to see you now. You know what that means. No!!! This can’...

CAPTIVE -Mando I felt the rush flowing through my veins. What am I suppose to do? Wherever I look, there's trouble in sight. I need help, i really do. Oh please offer your hands and pull me from death. It's not yet my time, it can't be over! "Calm down! I'll call for help." A soft voice from nowhere quietly found it's way on this cold, dark place. Lying here in this pitch black space, I can't dare be steady. "Who are you? I'm begging you to help me." My arms are well raised waiting for that someone to suddenly reach out and take my aching cold hands. Footsteps on a watery floor was all I could hear. It was gone in a second. It was a few minutes of deafening silence that followed. Waiting.......and waiting........but no one came (Gunshot) "What was that? Oh no! I can't die now, i just can't!" Heavy footsteps are getting nearer. A conversation I can't understand turned louder and louder. Suddenly, a bright light blinde...

NO PARDON FOR ME I'm sentenced. Sentenced to life in this dank cell of misery. I can see the key- it hangs there, just out my finger's reach, dangling there in a mock of freedom. There will be no pardon for me, no stay of this execution. My life has convicted me for crimes I did not commit. My penalty meted out. I followed every rule, broke no laws, have more than paid my fines to society's shun upon me. There was no fair trial, no chance for me to plead my case. The jurors were sent from hell, quick to judgement and showed no mercy as they read their verdict. Life/Death, what does it matter? Its all the same in this prison. I am but a mere victim, the criminal has gotten away, while I do the time for fate's crimes against me. I can't escape the hounds they'd release, should I attempt escape, for the walls and barbed wires are too painful to scale and the hounds would scent my fear. So I sit here, waiting... waiting for the day they walk me that longest mile, wa...

  MAN UPON THE CROSS Upon the cross against the hills of the night They nailed the man, and while they speared his breast they made him drink the bile. He bore the pains alone, alone But in the hallowed darkness saw Sweet Mary's face upturned in grief below. Tears filmed her eyes, but love chastened the tragic beauty of her face which neither death nor sorrow could erase. He saw and feebly in the silence strove to speak a few remembered words: but now the whispers left his lips like tender birds. His arms were cold and death was in his eyes; the streams of blood were dry upon the whiteness of his limbs. His breath was like a wounded bird wanting to stay, to stay, bereft now Mary rose and treasuring his sorrow, left.

Audrielyn E. Ulloa This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This... This isn't... This isn't happening. I am not hallucinating. I'm not! I'm not crazed. I'm not paranoid... ...or am I? You are paranoid. No, no. I'm not paranoid! I'm perfectly fine. My mind's OK. I'm thinking straight. And I've never killed anyone so why --- You've done it. You've killed her. Don't say, "Never." You murdered an innocent woman. It's your fault. No, no, NOOOO. It's not my fault. I didn't kill her. She started it even when we were kids. She'd pick on me. She'd copy from me. And never once has she apologized so she deserves to die. Wait. So you admit that you did kill her? You killed your classmate. Am I right? I didn't kill her. I only said that she deserves to die. There's a difference. And why am I even talking to myself? I must be crazy. So you admit that you are crazy. You've lost your mind. Am I r...

Audrielyn E. Ulloa I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate that I have to do this. I hate that I have to do that. I hate that everyone is looking up at me, expecting me to solve every problem they're facing. I hate that I have to sacrifice all of my time for them, because of them and over them. What did I do to deserve this? Am I not good enough? Am I not qualified to be pampered? Am I always the one who has to give up all of my vacancy to please everybody? Look at me! This? This! This is the face of a dying breed, the kind that will die pretty soon. I'm tired of everything. I'm tired of all of you. I'm tired of my life. I hate that I'm the one who always has to give an answer to a question that I don't even know. I hate that my classmates are always copying my answers in every exam. And every time I say no, my gosh, they would always beat me up. IT'S INEVITABLE! IT'S INDESCRIBABLE! I deserve so much. None of you understand what I'm going through, wher...

IT WAS TIME Audrielyn E. Ulloa I had to tell him, man. I had to. I needed to. It was time. It was time for me to be honest about how I feel. That's why I did that. That's why I wrote that poem. That's why I gave it to him. I can't take what I'm feeling for much longer. I simply had to tell him. I told him I loved him and didn't wait for him to say anything else because I knew what he was going to say. I knew that he would say no. I knew that he wasn't interested. He isn't interested. And he will never be interested. I told him this: "I've loved you for so long. I don't know what else to say. I feel that it is wrong if I start with, 'Hey.' Now, you know that you're the guy I was always referring to and I'm sorry because I love you." It was too much for me to handle. I simply had to declare it. Yes, I know I don't have the charms. I also know I don't have the body. But my love for him can last for eternity. I...

MY FATHER IS A MONSTER Audrielyn E. Ulloa It was supposed to be a wonderful summer. I was so excited! My heart was pounding with great jubilant! My bags were packed. I was ready to go. "I can't wait to go to Hawaii! Ugh! I'm so excited! I'm ready to explore Honolulu. Oh, Honolulu..." By the time the plane landed, I was the first to get out. The whole family was smiling but I'm pretty sure I had the biggest smile you'll ever see. The hotel was huge. Huge! Very huge! I tell you, huuuuge! When we got in our room, I was ready to go swimming. I grabbed my camera but then --- "Can I come with you! Please? Mom wants to sleep. She's so exhausted." "Uh, excuse me? Olivia, I'm also exhausted but I'm making today an exception since I really want to check out the beaches here in Honolulu. I want to swim. Now? Leave me alone. Stay here." Ugh. The difficulties of having a little sister. I need a break. My trip here will help. This i...

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL Audrielyn E. Ulloa The struggle is real. Indeed, it is. I fell in love with someone I can't have. He's famous, has too many fans and is loved by a fandom. I'm in the fandom. And I am so in love with him. The thought of not being able to win his heart makes me want to cry. The thought of him not being able to notice my existence hurts to the point where I want to break down and cry. The struggle is real. Indeed, it is. I've loved him for years. I ignored the guys my friends told me are interested in me. I've locked my heart away and only one person can unlock it. Only one person can win my heart. Wait. He's already won it! I know that the internet has a lot of rubbish stuff but sometimes I want to feel that it's real. I memorize his likes in a girl and the things he's afraid of. I have all his photos. I downloaded all of his songs yet I know I'm not the only one. I'm afraid. Gosh, I'm afraid! What if he meets someone? What...

THE KNIFE by Angel Grace Adem You! You! Yes I'm referring to you!  You wanted to know the truth or answer to your questions?   Game on!  "YOU'RE crazy!"  My reply is : "Hahahaha (evil laugh) Yes, I am...I am crazy to seek babble the truth." "You're a KILLER! MURDERER! " " Hmm!  You are correct! (clapping of hands)  Yes, I am a murderer and I even enjoy seeing his blood on my hands after stabbing him on his chest with the same knife... same knife he use to killed my family". It seems like everything just happened yesterday as I can still remember every details related to it.  It was my 5th birthday,  July 22, 2006, we decided to celebrate at home and invited a few people and  he was one of the "SPECIAL" guest as per my fathers description. "Happy Birthday to you!  Happy Birthday!  Happy birthday!  Happy Birthday Angel Stella Dixon!"  "We love you so much our little Angel" ...