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cigarettes drowned
with two phones
glasses snapped
girl’s gone
everyone’s off to Brooklyn
beat off in bed
and a bottle of wine
Ha!
HANGING on humor!by Debi Lyn
When Life is weighing you down and testing your last nerve;
when overwhelm taunts your mind and body but you can't swerve.
HANGING on humor!- by Debi Lyn When Life is weighing you down and testing your last nerve...and overwhelm taunts your mind and body but you can't swerve. When tears threaten to fill and spill and stream down your cheeks to your ch
People think of beauty as looks,
which will always be temporary.
You see her from the outer view and say she is beautiful looks-wise,
which she is,
but you do not see the beautiful side of her that I do.
Wherever my neighbor goes, people stare.They can't look away because of his neck and pink hair.When he goes out in public, people constantly point and laugh.It's because of his hair and because he has the neck of a giraffe.
i see you. alone, afraid, desperate, searching for something to make you feel whole. i am you. we are one in the same. your pain is mine. that feeling of falling, completely alone, downward towards - who knows where? - is ours and ours alone.
i believe in Jesus Christ:my savior, best friend, and greastest love
i believe i am createdtherefore one of a kind and beautiful
i believe i am a child of the one true King
So full of questions
He said with a smirk and laughter in his eyes.
Yes
But you are so full of answers
I answered back with a simple tone.
He laughed and I watched the way
we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood.
we are given infinite supply of:
laughter.
gifts.
smiles.
once the glasses break we are exposed to reality.
infinite supply of:
hatred.
before you judge
before you point and laugh
before you mock someone think about this
what do you really know about them
that boy with the bruises on his legs he gets abused at home
Life is lonely
estranged and grey
but he had a brilliant mind
bright enough to shower the world with stars
his jokes caused laughter
to bubble up
up
but he only felt down
The only creature
who truly knows freedom:
high-flying bird
Give me freedom or
Give me DEATH!
I'll settle for rights.
A 16 year old
with car keys in hand
My little brother is obsessed with bananas.
He's twelve.
That makes it slightly less weird.
He calls ordinary people "Bob" when laughing
and his current favorites "banana."
There’s a lot of silly silly thingsTo be talking about There’s a lot of willy nilly thingsThat seem shocking right nowSilly things
Began so long ago,
Boxing was the passion,
Fuelled the desire, at 15 years of age,
Non stop training, to be the best.
Running, sparring, padwork,
Part of the regime,
Training often,
It is a sound. A warm sensation.
Different for everyone,
Can be heard differently,
Caused differently.
It is a cure. A bringer of happiness.
My name is insanity.
See the way my teeth bleed,
My eyes shine,
My cackles echo through the corridors of night.
Do you see my stretching smile?
I know you do.
All I want for you is to laugh with me.
I want to make you laugh.
I want to hear you laugh next to me.
The sound that sounds oh so good to me.
The sound that my ears never get tired of.
My nerves shatter does it really matter
Everything's a blur It's too bright my stomach turns
Closing my eyes i put my head in my heads and sounds you can't hear are driving me batty
autism is a spectrum disorder not a curable disease
I overthink the simplest things often blowing them out of proportion
Sitting can do no justice
to your beautiful voice
(even though it is not really so)
I think people skew things to how they want to hear them
so when we talk I love
the exchange of words to each other
Here we are, you and I
you think our time means nothing
but I know how much it really is
the laughs we share are priceless
and there's no more musical sound in the world
than your voice when happy
It was ages ago
But my mind recollects these memories once more
I can still hear the laughter from it's wooden door
The dancing footsteps on the floor
And my father's voice cloaked in a snore
Stages
The gift of life has many stages you see,
First the conception where we came to be
Then comes the birth where in the world we enter
Growing up falls then into the center
"Gather around and let me tell you a story," The Fiddler sang,
watching children gather around him. Puffs of smoke lifted up into the night still air,
The city is a morgue, as I look into the night
Each one is his own lord,
governed by a flashing light
No graceful compensation, where he broken hearts adorn
Utopia the nation, where all new souls must be born
Attention publisher's, editors & poets thank you for the opportunity to convey my work to you. It has taken me since the Fall of 1989 to build up my platform in writing. Poetry can take you to places that dreams are made of.
One looks at a painting then shrugs and walks away
some will peer into it's vast extreme
Still another person may stare for a long time
captivated by it's imagery & design
Our flesh hates the things of God. It would rather serve sin & Satan. Yet folks we must crucify this old human flesh to be in subjection to the spirit. The flesh and the spirit are in conflict together.
A shadow brightens the unusual vortex
it's in the wanting that's the hardest part
I treasured a red rose that was plucked a time ago
living on the edge and it's going to my head
I couldn't think of anything I hated more than Nihilism.
And Nihilists.
And anything that has anything to do with Nihilism.
I hated it.
It's starting to make sense, though.
There is something special about laughter.
It allows people to enjoy the little moments they've saught after.
The act of laughing can make anybody's day.
It will lighten the mood and pave the way to a day that is at least
Life is all about feelin' good,
I'm always on the hunt for The Feel Good Medicine.
I think I finally found it,
A little bit of laughter and a lot of sun tossed in with the scent of the salty ocean at sunset,
It might just be the perfect day,
It could also be the worst.
But does it really, really matter?
Of happiness I constantly burst!
It comes from the warm cup of coffee
I am often sick
Not sick from things, but more so
of things
I am sick of violence
of stress
of dissappointments
but I think I have found
the best medicine:
Laughter.
I’ve found my tribe
Finally, finally, finally
After years of girls with
Perfect hair, endless happiness
Look at them go, look at them
cherry flavored something
dripping until sticky
on my chin and my hands
but i don’t mind
rub them on my overalls
making mad stupid jokes
I remember the days of my childhood...
Those days were filled with joy and laughter.
But as I grew older, the world started to grow with me.
I was riddled with anxiety on the fist day,
Unsure of who to speak to, or what to say.
I was afraid of the world, and the people around,
Unsure of my place, I was lost, afraid to be found.
Before I could detect it, the roe-underdeveloped-grew.
Like a virus implanted within a safe home,
Between swain and Lady lover late at night, it spreads so easily with the joint of intimacy.
It is an it
Warm feelings
Memories of smiles
And outrageous laughter
With silly wiles
And for some
A happily ever after
Drowning in ecstasy
Waves of joy
Washing over me
Crushing me in bliss
my fault is another's laughter.my soul begins to sink as my red faceinks in myembarrassment.the smile i've putthere is convincing,but it's a show.under the apathyi'm blinking
Humor is the only thing
That is brave enough to reach its trembling hand into the shadows.
Its long finger beckons to me
"Come hither," it whispers
Life is paved with rocky roads and jagged stones,
With bristles and nettles and scorching hot soles,
With doubt and fear and failure too,
In fact, sometimes it seems there's no one more miserable than you.
they say
laughter is the best medicine;
for when you are feeling down
or even when you are at your best.
laughing so hard
you feel abs forming,
tears coming down like rain drops
It chokes me
(though, not with its hands)
I struggle to catch my breath
When its grip tightens I don’t protest
But instead smile more
It starts on the mouth,
And rockets down.
Down to the stomach,
Where it goes back up.
It hurts,
But it feels good.
My mind eases,
Disregarding the bad.
My cheeks ache,
You could say that he was a Carpenterof sorts ---he built heartsfrom the outside in fixing rebuilding with his own parts, making a sacrifice just to hear their laughs just to see their smiles so that his own mind, his own soul could just possibly
Nine hundred and ten days
Many days filled with laughter,
Few filled with sadness.
Nine hundred and ten days,
Music plays in the backgroundFamiliar faces gathered aroundThe smack of the cue ballEchoes through the hallsSmiles and laughter with bad jokesSomeone spews their drink and almost chokes
Fifth grade, awkward phase
Braces, glasses, middle school days
Lunch room talks about nonsense
Little did I know,
One of those conversations, would have the greatest consequence
I could not live without it
It is the banana to my banana split
Why, you may ask
Well, let me unmask
I could not live without it
It is the banana to my banana split
Why, you may ask
Well, let me unmask
I could not live without it
It is the banana to my banana split
Why, you may ask
Well, let me unmask
"My destiny calls
I fight the urge to fall
As if death could be worse
I wish to break this curse
But as I look around
I hear a strange new sound
Laughter in the depths
Allowing me to rest."
I used to never know what it sounds like to hear my mother cry.Now she cries so much I don’t know what it sounds like to hear her laugh
Laughter drips from our mouths,
like honey, sweetening
the room
The sporadic rise and fall of my chest
Warm Fire, Dark atmosphere, Cold Wind
Bright Flames. Amber Logs, Cold Wind
Flickering Blaze, Inviting Company, Cold Wind
Warm Smiles. Dark Faces, Cold Wind
It is amazing
How one thing
Can trigger multiple
Memories
A scent
A place
A song
A person
An object
AAnd what happens
To those memories
When we get older
Settle down butterfly,
one more wish and maybe you'll fly.
Days on end with no hope again,
Laughter is crying
From the mouth instead of the eyes
A constant reaction
Carried by the human nerve
Sort of a chemical reaction in the mind
Solved by society's viewpoint of life
Humor is sadness
The rain, the thunder
the dirt and grass beneath my feet
The swoosh of my hand as I shoo
the fly that interrupts me as I
lick the barbecue sauce off my fingers
on that sunny Fourth of July
It means waking up late,
no pace to the day and watching the sun race on,
its cold floors, warm breakfasts, snowflakes, and skates.
It means following the train tracks,
ending up in the same place,
Some may say that it should inspire a change
While to others that former speaker is deranged.
From saying one's ears being are penetrated by knifes
- to making one's day - judgements are part of everyone's lives.
Oh no! The words flew from the mouths of bystanders seeking the cause of the accident. Not me. The bitterness of my salty tears flowed down my face like a thunderstrom swirling in my soul. Not emotional tears. Laughing tears.
Fool
Beauty is something that can come in many different forms.
Beauty is something that is found in everything,
In everyone.
But this beauty comes in certain places for everyone,
The World’s Greatest Medicine
By Freddie L. Pleas
Laughter is best of all medicines
A glorious drug sent from heaven
Laugh, laugh, I love to hear
That sound so queer.
That chuckle, cackle, and squeal,
Is to my ears a joyous meal.
Pleasant sounds of delight
make it easier to sleep at night.
It’s funny to think things very unfunny
Since funny is all things can be.
Seriousness is perhaps
The most funny thing to me.
You might leave your lips un-curled,
Your eyelids may sag unamused,
Let me laugh:
Let me shake and cry
Let my core ache from joy.
Let me laugh:
Let me forget to frown
Let me sob happy tears, Let me drown.
Let me make fun
Of this drudgery
Of this day.
Stupitity done intentionally with well execution in the joke makes me laugh.
my soul is an attic;
there are dust particles
floating
and settling
all around.
my memories lie,
scattered upon
decrepit, creaky shelves
and
doubtful, broken staircases.
This world is material
Filled with automated LOLs and ROFLs....
People don't need this fake laughter, they need the real kind.
The kind where your cheeks hurt and you can't breathe...
As I sit in this car--
I see toilet somewhere far--
And I hope with all my might,
mom will get there soon so I can go!
Living like life is short
Almost always gets you in trouble
Untimely action gives timely punishment
Goodly action gives strange rewards
Having strength to speak plainly often does little for you
Power dominates the human mind.You hold some you can’t define.Try and stop me now I’ll make you blind.Power dominates the human mind.Sometimes it makes you cross the line.Maybe you’ll wipe out mankind,
I opened the paper and what did I see,
A little stick figure looking back at me.
He made me laugh,
He made me smile,
He made me stop and think awhile.
I thought of my friends,
laughter is music for the soul,
it brings joy to all who hear it.
laughter is the rhythem of the heart,
which encompasses everyone within it's reach.
even in the worst of times,
laughter will still engulf you
My life's purpose is to entertain and be entertained, the fundamental bottom line of art, itself.
I live to experience the wonderful nirvana of awesomeness that is the creativity of others
Don't listen if you don't want to hear.
Don't watch if you don't want to see.
You find pain amusing?
I'll push you down a flight of stairs.
Hear me laugh.
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The gates open for a vagabond with a smile,
a clown with no home
who has lived all alone,
who never stays for a while.
His hopes and dreams as it seams
is to bring joy to the masses
Whispers in the darkness
Flashlights in the night
White teeth become beacons
As we smile away the fright
If I die
You know why
I choked on laughs
I choked on pop
You make me laugh
I almost pop
You're funny and genuine
But your jokes are my venom
Like Superman to Kryptonite
My real name is Nicaragua music, dancing on glowing shorelines.
My feet are quietly yellow, hiking horizons and silver linings to new homes.
My thoughts are eight chefs working all at once,
This is the place where love never dies!
Where silence is sweet and clear are the skies!
The air smells fresh and the earth is old
This kind of bliss can never be sold.
These are the lands where everyone smiles
