i am thinking about faith and how sometimes the belief in something, someone takes you to the edge where you become hysterical. You believe so much that other people’s lack of faith causes confusion to hysteria.
His laugh was over the top, hysterical, and everything else you can imagine being humorous. His jokes were the best, and his smile lit up the room with happiness. I know, I know..it sounds corny, but whatever. He made me smile and still, to this day, does whenever I think about him. Everything about Michael was fantastic. He could make anyone laugh without even trying. His humor was simply effortless.
katelynn watson
I can’t do anything but watch as my mother dissolves into the bedsheets, hair tangled up in liquor bottles, shiny bottle caps dangling from her ears, ripped up doctor appointment cards serving as ash trays. My mother isn’t loud or screaming or hysterical or frantic or condemning or present at all really. She’s simply fading away into her hazy dream, not seeing me with her glassy midnight eyes.
laughing
glad
happy
friends
family
hysterical is also when you are very angry and that you cannot control yourself at all
hysterical in a negative way is when you exaggerate
hysteria is also madness
its a
natalie
the word hysterical means, the one stands tall in history…. may be some thing like world cup win by india recently… that my be hysterical for may be 10 15 yea
hysterical is a word that i associate with myself. and also with hysterisis losses in metals when a magnetic field is applied. there is also a hysteresis curve that passes through the origin for superconductors unlike ordinary conductors which have residual electricity.
Jessy
The laughter was contagious, the kind that erupts abruptly and is impossible to stop. Tears streaming down their faces, the friends cried happiness.
jk
I laughed until I cried. Annie came home from the pool and put coasters in her pants to avoid a spanking. She got the idea from little rascals….she was only four at the time. Our family still laughs about it today. It is a truly hysterical moment in our family’s history.
MPF
What do you mean I can’t scream? I can scream as much as I like. Hysterical is named after a woman’s condition after all. I have a biological right to scream. And I will, so get off my case! It was satisfying nonetheless.
I was hysterical once I found out about my father. He had turned to me with a solemn mask plastered onto his worn features, his glassy eyes swelled and watery as he mentioned what had happened.
My heart jumped into my throat, tangling my vocal cords and making it impossible to speak. My ribcage felt frigid inside of my torso, chilling my entire being to the very core.
Isabelle Sequeira
Hysterical, funny, laugh, humor, jokes. Promotes good health.
What is hysterical, almost erased that.
Humor, life, fun.
When does it end? It helps provide a more exciting life.
Jokes are hysterical and so are funny websites. Damn this sucks
I was walking down the road and this little girl was running to catch up to her mom and she tripped and landed on her moms feet and tripped her mom which then tripped a man walking with a hand full of flowers and the flowers flew into the air and landed on a womens head and made her spill her coffee all over the mail man walking in front of her. Over all the whole thing was hysterical. I would pay to see that all over again.
Adria Moser
a mode of hysterical can be so many things. it can be laughing hysterically, trying desperately to catch a breath. a moment of pure bliss, unable to stop laughing- probably due to that amazing weed from earlier. or it could be something quite negative. “you’re being hysterical.” running around, shouting, red face. you’re irrational. you’re freaking out. CALM THE FUCK DOWN. a moment of hysteria. we’ve all had one.
smashed
I thought I would never get out alive. It is here that I lost it. Here? Now? Oh God, how did this happen? What more could I endure? I began to weep and with a fervor little felt and seldom used.
Kaci
laughing.
late at night when everyone else is asleep but us.
everything is just hysterical then.
crying.
late at night when everyone is asleep…or so we think.
can’t breathe, hyperventilating.
laughing at the moon because the wolf came out of you, feeling the beast you unleash the power of the hysteria rising to the peaks of holistic mountain
gabrielle
Back to back
you scratched the itch
and now i am slit
with shoulder blades showing
no wings
no judgment i can bring
about you
i just want to be whole
without the hysterical.
You so easily can get me besides myself.
But aside form myself i cant see anyone else
in the picture frame of my today.
I wish my hardest for you.
i am alonely most always
but i am learning to love the alone
because it means
there will be no phone
ringing in my body
telling me to call you .
my chest percussion
and breath rhythm
are doing just fine
keeping up with bedtimes
poems
and writing back pen pals
like a hyena, with cunning wit, sitting there senselessly laughing away. How i’d love to be the precursor to such merry abandon but I am afraid I am not one of the above.
mike
there’s a single laugh that floods the room. and it’s yours. something about the way your teeth fold under your lips spreads a smile across my face that’s more contagious than chain smoking on a summer day. drinking brandy on a fall afternoon. and sleeping naked in the depths of december. hysterically lovely. like an abstract painting that could never, ever be remade. never recreated. you’re an original. a crack. and i won’t patch you up.
suddenly the lady broke out in a hysterical fit. she looked at her husbands body, smeared in blood, and screamed. she screamed for seconds, minutes, hours, days, a lifetime. then she regained her posture. this was not the time or place to make a scene. lucky, no one had herd her in that horrible sound proof office. as she straightened out her dress and made her way back to the party, she contemplated calling the police. she decided against it. no one needed to know about her except for her husbands assassin and herself. who did this? why? she would have to find out herself. she put on her smile, took a drink in her hand, and started socializing
victoria
Red-faced, she whirled to face me, her pale hands fluttering dramatically in front of her chest like frantic pigeons. “Oh! Oh! How could you even know about the sort of suffering I live through?!” she howled, her hand flashing for my shirt and gripping, her talon-like nails stretching the fabric. With a final wail, she collapsed and rolled at my feet, pounding in heated bursts at my sharp, dark, uncaring heels.
had about enough of the purple line running across the screen and the goddamn kids always slamming the door and the neighbors with their chahchchahchcha the music oh sure he talked about working the ice stand but what good is a worker who don’t know how to wear a belt my mother told me we all talked about how this would go
it has many meanings, people can be hysterical in a happy and excited way, they can be hysteric about something good that has just happened to them, they will be jumping for joy, crying tears of happiness. It’s a bit of an exaggeration to use in form of positive meaning, thats just my opinion though. there is also hysterical in which someone can be overwhelmed with a bad event that has just happened, someone might of died and they are obviously traumatic.
Natasha
there’s a single laugh that floods the room. and it’s yours. something about the way your teeth fold under your lips spreads a smile across my face that’s more contagious than chain smoking on a summer day. drinking brandy on a fall afternoon. and sleeping naked in the depths of december. hysterically lovely. like an abstract painting that could never ever be remade. never recreated. you’re an original. a crack. and i won’t patch you up.
heather
Trying to hard to succumb to the light
Waiting until the sun,
for she shines bright
OF ALLL THE RATS TO SEE
HEllo mr. penny winkle
I knew you well once
Please forgive me when I say this
Its a lie.
Etienne Melese
The woman’s nature, given unto them by men. What does it mean? Probably some sort of foolish agenda, something that creates its own destruction, like so much else man has “accomplished.” What else could it be?
THe man from Native Son was hysterical because they kept him down and oppressed. They keep me down to and I feel the hysteria. I feel it all of the time. I am scared soemthimes. I keep typing back when all I want to do is type forward. I want to be full and warm and in the sun for all my days.
Rebecka Durflinger
The dog was hysterical. Mandy threw her whole weight against it, but she was always on the small, skinny side and this was a big dog. Its paw hit her face and she rolled away instinctively and then it was bounding down the road, turning a corner, and out of sight. Mandy lay in the dust, and cried. There went her job and her life, in one fell swoop.
My Mom is always hysterical about things. Whether it’s about our dog or my homework or whatever, she is always hysterical. Truthfully, I don’t know why, but most of the time, my mother is screaming. Just saying. I guess it’s because she is always worried about me and everything else in my life. I don’t know.
Lyra Tan
The word is hysterical. What is hysterical? A woman crying after her baby is ran over by a big truck is hysterical. A man coming home to see his wife being fucked by another man is hysterical. A prostitute being denied her pay after sleeping with her john is hysterical. Her pimp is violently hysterical. A hyena is hysterical. I’m hysterical.
Austin
The woman was hysterical. Some women writers would probably write that she was almost hysterical, but that never made sense to me. Either you are hysterical or you’re not. Finding out that your oldest child was nearly drown in a Chocolate River — that counts for BEING hysterical. not ALMOST hysterical.
I just got done writing about the word hysterical. Why the Hell do I have to do it again? This violates every single right I have given to me by the United States Constitution! Actually, that’s a huge lie. I don’t even remember half of the amendments. I’m a bad American. Fuck America.
Zach
when i think of all of the times we spent together, so much laughter.
and i think of all the times i was blinded by my tears.
we go to the extremes, opposite ends of the spectrum.
still i love you. i have to.
Hysterical is a word I use far too often. It honestly doesn’t even really mean that something is funny, yet that’s how I use it. I hate being an English major. I feel like I have to use every single word correctly. Like, how I misuse the word “literally” all the time. I hate that. I need to just re-take Kindergarten English class so I can get the help I really need. I suck at everything. Also, I need to stop talking like Holden Caulfield. I don’t need to emphasize everything I say with “he really did,” or “I really do.” No one cares. I just need to go live by myself on a mountain.
Zach
she was standing on the pavement and suddenly remebered the accident. she became hysterical after he reembered that deadly night. she was terrified. people were passing her and were shocked but no one was going close to her. she was screaming and saying that stop!stop! stop!
i’m always hysterical. there’s really nothing that makes me not hysterical. does that make sense? i cry, i’m hysterical. i laugh, i’m hysterical. really my life is centered around hysterics. either my hormones are off balance or i’m just a professional in melodrama. i think i get my hysterics from my mom. you know hysterectomies? do they make you less hysterical? i think that’s cool
bailey
Jenny was screaming at the top of her voice.
“Be quiet they’ll hear you.” But she just kept on till Tom landed her a heavy slap across the face. “Do you want to get us killed?” he asked giving her a hard stare.
‘No,” she whimpered, holding her hand on her cheek to sooth the burning that ran through it.
Helen
I always used to laugh hysterically with you. But now it seems like you dont even know I exist. I want my sides to ache again. I want to be with you. Always laughing and smiling like a fool.
Erikka
haha funny funny
as laughter fills us and bursts out through openings in our lips
what brought us to this and how funny could it really be?
or…am i crying?
do i sit all asone with the world to my back
in the bottoms of all bottoms
tears falling through the cracks
i am thinking about faith and how sometimes the belief in something, someone takes you to the edge where you become hysterical. You believe so much that other people’s lack of faith causes confusion to hysteria.
His laugh was over the top, hysterical, and everything else you can imagine being humorous. His jokes were the best, and his smile lit up the room with happiness. I know, I know..it sounds corny, but whatever. He made me smile and still, to this day, does whenever I think about him. Everything about Michael was fantastic. He could make anyone laugh without even trying. His humor was simply effortless.
I can’t do anything but watch as my mother dissolves into the bedsheets, hair tangled up in liquor bottles, shiny bottle caps dangling from her ears, ripped up doctor appointment cards serving as ash trays. My mother isn’t loud or screaming or hysterical or frantic or condemning or present at all really. She’s simply fading away into her hazy dream, not seeing me with her glassy midnight eyes.
laughing
glad
happy
friends
family
hysterical is also when you are very angry and that you cannot control yourself at all
hysterical in a negative way is when you exaggerate
hysteria is also madness
its a
the word hysterical means, the one stands tall in history…. may be some thing like world cup win by india recently… that my be hysterical for may be 10 15 yea
hysterical is a word that i associate with myself. and also with hysterisis losses in metals when a magnetic field is applied. there is also a hysteresis curve that passes through the origin for superconductors unlike ordinary conductors which have residual electricity.
The laughter was contagious, the kind that erupts abruptly and is impossible to stop. Tears streaming down their faces, the friends cried happiness.
I laughed until I cried. Annie came home from the pool and put coasters in her pants to avoid a spanking. She got the idea from little rascals….she was only four at the time. Our family still laughs about it today. It is a truly hysterical moment in our family’s history.
What do you mean I can’t scream? I can scream as much as I like. Hysterical is named after a woman’s condition after all. I have a biological right to scream. And I will, so get off my case! It was satisfying nonetheless.
I was hysterical once I found out about my father. He had turned to me with a solemn mask plastered onto his worn features, his glassy eyes swelled and watery as he mentioned what had happened.
My heart jumped into my throat, tangling my vocal cords and making it impossible to speak. My ribcage felt frigid inside of my torso, chilling my entire being to the very core.
Hysterical, funny, laugh, humor, jokes. Promotes good health.
What is hysterical, almost erased that.
Humor, life, fun.
When does it end? It helps provide a more exciting life.
Jokes are hysterical and so are funny websites. Damn this sucks
I was walking down the road and this little girl was running to catch up to her mom and she tripped and landed on her moms feet and tripped her mom which then tripped a man walking with a hand full of flowers and the flowers flew into the air and landed on a womens head and made her spill her coffee all over the mail man walking in front of her. Over all the whole thing was hysterical. I would pay to see that all over again.
a mode of hysterical can be so many things. it can be laughing hysterically, trying desperately to catch a breath. a moment of pure bliss, unable to stop laughing- probably due to that amazing weed from earlier. or it could be something quite negative. “you’re being hysterical.” running around, shouting, red face. you’re irrational. you’re freaking out. CALM THE FUCK DOWN. a moment of hysteria. we’ve all had one.
I thought I would never get out alive. It is here that I lost it. Here? Now? Oh God, how did this happen? What more could I endure? I began to weep and with a fervor little felt and seldom used.
laughing.
late at night when everyone else is asleep but us.
everything is just hysterical then.
crying.
late at night when everyone is asleep…or so we think.
can’t breathe, hyperventilating.
laughing at the moon because the wolf came out of you, feeling the beast you unleash the power of the hysteria rising to the peaks of holistic mountain
Back to back
you scratched the itch
and now i am slit
with shoulder blades showing
no wings
no judgment i can bring
about you
i just want to be whole
without the hysterical.
You so easily can get me besides myself.
But aside form myself i cant see anyone else
in the picture frame of my today.
I wish my hardest for you.
i am alonely most always
but i am learning to love the alone
because it means
there will be no phone
ringing in my body
telling me to call you .
my chest percussion
and breath rhythm
are doing just fine
keeping up with bedtimes
poems
and writing back pen pals
like a hyena, with cunning wit, sitting there senselessly laughing away. How i’d love to be the precursor to such merry abandon but I am afraid I am not one of the above.
there’s a single laugh that floods the room. and it’s yours. something about the way your teeth fold under your lips spreads a smile across my face that’s more contagious than chain smoking on a summer day. drinking brandy on a fall afternoon. and sleeping naked in the depths of december. hysterically lovely. like an abstract painting that could never, ever be remade. never recreated. you’re an original. a crack. and i won’t patch you up.
suddenly the lady broke out in a hysterical fit. she looked at her husbands body, smeared in blood, and screamed. she screamed for seconds, minutes, hours, days, a lifetime. then she regained her posture. this was not the time or place to make a scene. lucky, no one had herd her in that horrible sound proof office. as she straightened out her dress and made her way back to the party, she contemplated calling the police. she decided against it. no one needed to know about her except for her husbands assassin and herself. who did this? why? she would have to find out herself. she put on her smile, took a drink in her hand, and started socializing
Red-faced, she whirled to face me, her pale hands fluttering dramatically in front of her chest like frantic pigeons. “Oh! Oh! How could you even know about the sort of suffering I live through?!” she howled, her hand flashing for my shirt and gripping, her talon-like nails stretching the fabric. With a final wail, she collapsed and rolled at my feet, pounding in heated bursts at my sharp, dark, uncaring heels.
had about enough of the purple line running across the screen and the goddamn kids always slamming the door and the neighbors with their chahchchahchcha the music oh sure he talked about working the ice stand but what good is a worker who don’t know how to wear a belt my mother told me we all talked about how this would go
it has many meanings, people can be hysterical in a happy and excited way, they can be hysteric about something good that has just happened to them, they will be jumping for joy, crying tears of happiness. It’s a bit of an exaggeration to use in form of positive meaning, thats just my opinion though. there is also hysterical in which someone can be overwhelmed with a bad event that has just happened, someone might of died and they are obviously traumatic.
there’s a single laugh that floods the room. and it’s yours. something about the way your teeth fold under your lips spreads a smile across my face that’s more contagious than chain smoking on a summer day. drinking brandy on a fall afternoon. and sleeping naked in the depths of december. hysterically lovely. like an abstract painting that could never ever be remade. never recreated. you’re an original. a crack. and i won’t patch you up.
Trying to hard to succumb to the light
Waiting until the sun,
for she shines bright
OF ALLL THE RATS TO SEE
HEllo mr. penny winkle
I knew you well once
Please forgive me when I say this
Its a lie.
The woman’s nature, given unto them by men. What does it mean? Probably some sort of foolish agenda, something that creates its own destruction, like so much else man has “accomplished.” What else could it be?
THe man from Native Son was hysterical because they kept him down and oppressed. They keep me down to and I feel the hysteria. I feel it all of the time. I am scared soemthimes. I keep typing back when all I want to do is type forward. I want to be full and warm and in the sun for all my days.
The dog was hysterical. Mandy threw her whole weight against it, but she was always on the small, skinny side and this was a big dog. Its paw hit her face and she rolled away instinctively and then it was bounding down the road, turning a corner, and out of sight. Mandy lay in the dust, and cried. There went her job and her life, in one fell swoop.
My Mom is always hysterical about things. Whether it’s about our dog or my homework or whatever, she is always hysterical. Truthfully, I don’t know why, but most of the time, my mother is screaming. Just saying. I guess it’s because she is always worried about me and everything else in my life. I don’t know.
The word is hysterical. What is hysterical? A woman crying after her baby is ran over by a big truck is hysterical. A man coming home to see his wife being fucked by another man is hysterical. A prostitute being denied her pay after sleeping with her john is hysterical. Her pimp is violently hysterical. A hyena is hysterical. I’m hysterical.
The woman was hysterical. Some women writers would probably write that she was almost hysterical, but that never made sense to me. Either you are hysterical or you’re not. Finding out that your oldest child was nearly drown in a Chocolate River — that counts for BEING hysterical. not ALMOST hysterical.
I just got done writing about the word hysterical. Why the Hell do I have to do it again? This violates every single right I have given to me by the United States Constitution! Actually, that’s a huge lie. I don’t even remember half of the amendments. I’m a bad American. Fuck America.
when i think of all of the times we spent together, so much laughter.
and i think of all the times i was blinded by my tears.
we go to the extremes, opposite ends of the spectrum.
still i love you. i have to.
Hysterical is a word I use far too often. It honestly doesn’t even really mean that something is funny, yet that’s how I use it. I hate being an English major. I feel like I have to use every single word correctly. Like, how I misuse the word “literally” all the time. I hate that. I need to just re-take Kindergarten English class so I can get the help I really need. I suck at everything. Also, I need to stop talking like Holden Caulfield. I don’t need to emphasize everything I say with “he really did,” or “I really do.” No one cares. I just need to go live by myself on a mountain.
she was standing on the pavement and suddenly remebered the accident. she became hysterical after he reembered that deadly night. she was terrified. people were passing her and were shocked but no one was going close to her. she was screaming and saying that stop!stop! stop!
i’m always hysterical. there’s really nothing that makes me not hysterical. does that make sense? i cry, i’m hysterical. i laugh, i’m hysterical. really my life is centered around hysterics. either my hormones are off balance or i’m just a professional in melodrama. i think i get my hysterics from my mom. you know hysterectomies? do they make you less hysterical? i think that’s cool
Jenny was screaming at the top of her voice.
“Be quiet they’ll hear you.” But she just kept on till Tom landed her a heavy slap across the face. “Do you want to get us killed?” he asked giving her a hard stare.
‘No,” she whimpered, holding her hand on her cheek to sooth the burning that ran through it.
I always used to laugh hysterically with you. But now it seems like you dont even know I exist. I want my sides to ache again. I want to be with you. Always laughing and smiling like a fool.
haha funny funny
as laughter fills us and bursts out through openings in our lips
what brought us to this and how funny could it really be?
or…am i crying?
do i sit all asone with the world to my back
in the bottoms of all bottoms
tears falling through the cracks
funny
me
comedian
happy
florida
Jordan
love
life
friends
family
crying
hyperventilating
ridiculous
today
baby