POETRY: DECLAMATION PIECE, POEMS, SPEECH

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...