Bouncing off the walls, the boisterous noise reverberated throughout the small glass room. The tension was unbearable, but we stayed, the four of us, together nonetheless. We avoided all eye contact, preferring to keep those windows closed, though my partner made an effort to make smalltalk with the couple across the wide desk.
If thee is one thing people can say,
To point out my uniqueness in one simple way,
Is to tell everyone to hear my laugh,
To look out for the one that seems to be breathing too fast,
In and out like the alarm on a car,
Or the insanity of a hyena,
Described as many, but you have to be there and listen,
To a sound so unique.
the horrid laughter echoed the halls of the palace as the head of a merchant was
james
It should be a good thing. Good memories. But all I can think of is bad times, when people laughed like I wasn’t there. I was the subject, I was not in control, I was not given my due respect. My respect that is due. Is this what it takes, only speaking of things that hurt too much to name?
f this
i laugh.
you laugh.
makes me miss you when you’re not here.
we sense ourselves and know ourselves in laughter
laugh more
and you will be happy.
Nathalie
Laughter: uplifts the spirit, delights the heart, heals the broken. Truly, music to the ears and balm to the soul.
laughter rang out in the cathedral. the father jerked his head up, one eyebrow raised. he was sitting in the office, studiously working on something when he heard the laughter. it wasnt children’s laughter, thats what seemed so strange to him. he got up from his desk. took five careful steps to the door, and when he reached for the doorknob, he heard the laughter again. this time, it was right outside his door.
Hey new friend your laughter fills my heart with warmth and sunlight. I hope we can hang out again soon so I can hear you laugh once more. :)
Meh.
I can still hear your laughter when I walk down the stairs. It’s cold – it always was down there, especially when you weren’t at my side – and the stairs creak a little louder than they used to. The water heater makes that funny rumbling sound, and the dryer shakes and can barely hear myself think – but when I close my eyes, all I see are your teeth spread out in front of me, all I hear is your laugh.
laughter. what a beautiful sound. it doesn’t matter how it comes out. it could be soft or loud. it could be smooth or squeaky. it could be deep or light. it could be obnoxious or inaudible. it doesn’t matter. laughter is beautiful. such a wonderful expression of happiness and joy created by God. that could lift your spirit and take you from the deepest places. laughter. so easy to do. yet it has so much power. how wonderful our God is to have created laughter for us.
Laughter. He craved laughter. Her laughter, to be precise. Because if he could make her happy, then he was good for something, wasn’t he? Because he loved her so much, but she was so, so, so different. He was the shadows. He was the embodiment of a minor death god. She was… She was fire. Pain and pleasure. The hearth. Home. She was that which guarded the family and she that guarded all precious treasures and metals, and woe betide those who dare steal from her. She was fire, swift and burning, and sinuous and lovely and he didn’t know how he deserved her. He didn’t know why she stayed with him. He couldn’t figure it out, so he treasured every moment with her, made her laugh as often as he could, because she was fire. And all fires burnt out and he wanted to put that off for as long as possible. It hurt to know that she could leave at any moment, just disappear. (… two minutes. Whoops.)
Laughter, I’m told, is the best medicine. Sometimes I disagree but when something is really funny and my heart is very broken that’s when I know it’s true. Laughter can cure even the most broken of hearts- sometimes.
Laughter bubbled forth as if from a spring, spilling from her mouth uncontrollably. Her whole body shook with it, her lungs gasping and groveling for oxygen but never letting up from their task. She felt weak with it, entirely consumed and unable to resist it, and giving in to it felt so good. All the tension and the anxiety she had held so tightly inside her slipped away with the hysterics, leaving only a feeling of overwhelming relief. It felt so very good to laugh so long and hard and deep, to laugh in such a genuine way, from the heart. To laugh from the soul. It made her feel good again, well and happy and alive again. Whoever said that bit about it being medicine might not have been far off the mark.
there were creases in the corners of her eyes – reminders that at one time, before me, there was laughter in her life, curving in the corner of her thick lips and touching her eyes, which no longer sparkle or gleam when they pass over me, but grow steely and cold.
Laughter filled every inch of my body. I felt it tingling and pulsing throughout me and trying to creep out of my skin. Escaping through my mouth and leaving me breathless as I sucked in more oxygen only to laugh it away once more. Nothing really matters when you’re that happy.
That’s how you know you’re in love, he thought to himself, watching her. It’s not all prickly feelings and butterflies in the stomach: it’s when her tears hurt you like iron barbs and her laughter is like the sound of heaven in your heart. It’s when her smile is the sunlight and her frown is the abyss. It’s when you want to give her everything you’ve got and everything you haven’t–it’s when she is your world.
She laughed, bright and full of life. Everything in the room brightened around her as her shoulders heaved and she rocked back and forth on the chair. He felt an answering smile creep up his lips against his will. No! This was not the time for laughter he thought furiously to himself.
Jaclyn
Laughter permeated the room as my thoughts went to the body we had left behind. I could not believe we had gone so far and so long without the residents knowing. Would it stay this way? I hoped so. The voice of the man echoed..
I love the sound of laughter. It is a mood changer and is infectious. When people laugh they are beautiful and spread joy to everyone around them. Laughter is like a medicine. Whenever you are feeling down, if you can laugh you instantlyy feel better.
Janelle
there was laughter down the end of the corridor. She heard, but she couldn’t work out whose it was. Was it Tommy, come back to say he was sorry? She heard it again. More distinct this time. It wasn’t Tommy. Her heart sank. What had she done. Was the love of her life ever coming back?
chris peck
Laughter is the medicine for the soul. it strengthens and helps us. We are all children laughing in a field, we must realize that in the end there is only the memories we have and have shared; the memories of laughter and wondrous time we have spent with each other.
jeffrey
funny. loud. laugh until it hurts. possible crying. face turning red. friends. unexpected.
Rachel M
haha- easy to do. too easy to do. so easy to do that I laugh about it. I will not get you off…perve..i will gladly laugh off your request. I have laughed all of my problems away. laughter has the key to my heart..aj heart buffett to the women that brings me laughter..and I will return the favor .
The laughter of the man echoed through the submarine control room. It was a small, cramped space, filled with monitors and gear, and the laugh seemed to fill it to the brim. He was laughing at the image, spread out over a multitude of monitors. It was a laugh of joy, because they had actually managed to pilot the little yellow rover to the right spot, where they found what they had been looking for this whole time.
i can see your teeth when you laugh
and your eyes scrinch up and twinkle
nance marie
Laughter in medicine for the soul. It makes you feel better even in the worst of times if you are able to laugh. It
Claire
I’m addicted.
The booming high
lets me see the stars.
The best I’ve ever felt
in only a few short seconds.
I feel loved.
Truly loved.
Tears stream down my face
now all that’s there
is laughters after-taste.
laughter has evaded my own person; i lack all fulfilment of the requirements. Joy? Gone. Do you find what is needed to live like it really is funny or good enough to laugh about?
There is nothing more Beautiful to me than the sound of mychildrens’ laughter. Its amazing how asimple, gesture cantouch someones heart so deeply.
Kara
Laughter is the best, they say. It shows happy disposition. It depicts happiness. Laughter makes people around you get affected of your positive energy. Laughter then is like a medicine that aids when we are sick.
Kat Erine
It was the funniest thing. This cat just decides to jump off the dresser and in the process knock off everything in his path. The only thing that wasn’t funny was the mess that had to be picked up.
Dawn
Laughter is something we all want to do.It makes us feel so alive and happy.Everyone wants to be happy,but not everyone can get it.If we were all happy,there would be no challenges in life.No obstacles,no saddness.No more emotions.Laughter is happiness.pure bliss.But can we all feel that bliss?
Kishema
I realized, with a light laugh, that a client at my law firm was named Robert Browning. I addressed it to him over a light lunch at the nearest café.
“Like the poet.”
He frowned at me over his latte “Come again?”
“Robert Browning. The poet. I haven’t read much.”
He smiled and recited a whole verse of Browning perfectly. I had a beautiful, literary nerd moment and washed it down with a cup of black coffee.
Belinda Roddie
The sound of my mother’s laughter is what allowed me to keep going. When times are rough and all I wanted to do was to give up, I would think about that laugh, that unforgettable and signature laugh, and I would remain inspired. My mother was an inspiration to me for many reasons, and her laughter was merely an emblem of it.
bouncing emoticon hearts.
actual happy people, too, not just iPhone animation,
autumn, and picnics, and vodka, OH MY
tingles holding spine of really hilarious book
whole-body laughs. joy of dance.
Jenna Smith
i don’t care if you are laughing at me, just because your laugh makes me feel like there is something in the world worth having. I have the key to the future when you brighten just barely and let go of your senses for a minute.
Bouncing off the walls, the boisterous noise reverberated throughout the small glass room. The tension was unbearable, but we stayed, the four of us, together nonetheless. We avoided all eye contact, preferring to keep those windows closed, though my partner made an effort to make smalltalk with the couple across the wide desk.
If thee is one thing people can say,
To point out my uniqueness in one simple way,
Is to tell everyone to hear my laugh,
To look out for the one that seems to be breathing too fast,
In and out like the alarm on a car,
Or the insanity of a hyena,
Described as many, but you have to be there and listen,
To a sound so unique.
the horrid laughter echoed the halls of the palace as the head of a merchant was
It should be a good thing. Good memories. But all I can think of is bad times, when people laughed like I wasn’t there. I was the subject, I was not in control, I was not given my due respect. My respect that is due. Is this what it takes, only speaking of things that hurt too much to name?
i laugh.
you laugh.
makes me miss you when you’re not here.
we sense ourselves and know ourselves in laughter
laugh more
and you will be happy.
Laughter: uplifts the spirit, delights the heart, heals the broken. Truly, music to the ears and balm to the soul.
The funniest sounds humans produce. We’re the only species that can and we don’t laugh enough.
laughter rang out in the cathedral. the father jerked his head up, one eyebrow raised. he was sitting in the office, studiously working on something when he heard the laughter. it wasnt children’s laughter, thats what seemed so strange to him. he got up from his desk. took five careful steps to the door, and when he reached for the doorknob, he heard the laughter again. this time, it was right outside his door.
Hey new friend your laughter fills my heart with warmth and sunlight. I hope we can hang out again soon so I can hear you laugh once more. :)
I can still hear your laughter when I walk down the stairs. It’s cold – it always was down there, especially when you weren’t at my side – and the stairs creak a little louder than they used to. The water heater makes that funny rumbling sound, and the dryer shakes and can barely hear myself think – but when I close my eyes, all I see are your teeth spread out in front of me, all I hear is your laugh.
laughter. what a beautiful sound. it doesn’t matter how it comes out. it could be soft or loud. it could be smooth or squeaky. it could be deep or light. it could be obnoxious or inaudible. it doesn’t matter. laughter is beautiful. such a wonderful expression of happiness and joy created by God. that could lift your spirit and take you from the deepest places. laughter. so easy to do. yet it has so much power. how wonderful our God is to have created laughter for us.
Laughter. He craved laughter. Her laughter, to be precise. Because if he could make her happy, then he was good for something, wasn’t he? Because he loved her so much, but she was so, so, so different. He was the shadows. He was the embodiment of a minor death god. She was… She was fire. Pain and pleasure. The hearth. Home. She was that which guarded the family and she that guarded all precious treasures and metals, and woe betide those who dare steal from her. She was fire, swift and burning, and sinuous and lovely and he didn’t know how he deserved her. He didn’t know why she stayed with him. He couldn’t figure it out, so he treasured every moment with her, made her laugh as often as he could, because she was fire. And all fires burnt out and he wanted to put that off for as long as possible. It hurt to know that she could leave at any moment, just disappear. (… two minutes. Whoops.)
Laughter, I’m told, is the best medicine. Sometimes I disagree but when something is really funny and my heart is very broken that’s when I know it’s true. Laughter can cure even the most broken of hearts- sometimes.
Laughter bubbled forth as if from a spring, spilling from her mouth uncontrollably. Her whole body shook with it, her lungs gasping and groveling for oxygen but never letting up from their task. She felt weak with it, entirely consumed and unable to resist it, and giving in to it felt so good. All the tension and the anxiety she had held so tightly inside her slipped away with the hysterics, leaving only a feeling of overwhelming relief. It felt so very good to laugh so long and hard and deep, to laugh in such a genuine way, from the heart. To laugh from the soul. It made her feel good again, well and happy and alive again. Whoever said that bit about it being medicine might not have been far off the mark.
there were creases in the corners of her eyes – reminders that at one time, before me, there was laughter in her life, curving in the corner of her thick lips and touching her eyes, which no longer sparkle or gleam when they pass over me, but grow steely and cold.
Laughter filled every inch of my body. I felt it tingling and pulsing throughout me and trying to creep out of my skin. Escaping through my mouth and leaving me breathless as I sucked in more oxygen only to laugh it away once more. Nothing really matters when you’re that happy.
That’s how you know you’re in love, he thought to himself, watching her. It’s not all prickly feelings and butterflies in the stomach: it’s when her tears hurt you like iron barbs and her laughter is like the sound of heaven in your heart. It’s when her smile is the sunlight and her frown is the abyss. It’s when you want to give her everything you’ve got and everything you haven’t–it’s when she is your world.
She laughed, bright and full of life. Everything in the room brightened around her as her shoulders heaved and she rocked back and forth on the chair. He felt an answering smile creep up his lips against his will. No! This was not the time for laughter he thought furiously to himself.
Laughter permeated the room as my thoughts went to the body we had left behind. I could not believe we had gone so far and so long without the residents knowing. Would it stay this way? I hoped so. The voice of the man echoed..
I love the sound of laughter. It is a mood changer and is infectious. When people laugh they are beautiful and spread joy to everyone around them. Laughter is like a medicine. Whenever you are feeling down, if you can laugh you instantlyy feel better.
there was laughter down the end of the corridor. She heard, but she couldn’t work out whose it was. Was it Tommy, come back to say he was sorry? She heard it again. More distinct this time. It wasn’t Tommy. Her heart sank. What had she done. Was the love of her life ever coming back?
Laughter is the medicine for the soul. it strengthens and helps us. We are all children laughing in a field, we must realize that in the end there is only the memories we have and have shared; the memories of laughter and wondrous time we have spent with each other.
funny. loud. laugh until it hurts. possible crying. face turning red. friends. unexpected.
haha- easy to do. too easy to do. so easy to do that I laugh about it. I will not get you off…perve..i will gladly laugh off your request. I have laughed all of my problems away. laughter has the key to my heart..aj heart buffett to the women that brings me laughter..and I will return the favor .
The laughter of the man echoed through the submarine control room. It was a small, cramped space, filled with monitors and gear, and the laugh seemed to fill it to the brim. He was laughing at the image, spread out over a multitude of monitors. It was a laugh of joy, because they had actually managed to pilot the little yellow rover to the right spot, where they found what they had been looking for this whole time.
i can see your teeth when you laugh
and your eyes scrinch up and twinkle
Laughter in medicine for the soul. It makes you feel better even in the worst of times if you are able to laugh. It
I’m addicted.
The booming high
lets me see the stars.
The best I’ve ever felt
in only a few short seconds.
I feel loved.
Truly loved.
Tears stream down my face
now all that’s there
is laughters after-taste.
laughter has evaded my own person; i lack all fulfilment of the requirements. Joy? Gone. Do you find what is needed to live like it really is funny or good enough to laugh about?
i love the kind of laughter that makes you hurt;
the kind the gives you better abs than an hour of crunches;
the kind that makes your soul feel light.
you make me laugh.
smile happy
be happy
There is nothing more Beautiful to me than the sound of mychildrens’ laughter. Its amazing how asimple, gesture cantouch someones heart so deeply.
Laughter is the best, they say. It shows happy disposition. It depicts happiness. Laughter makes people around you get affected of your positive energy. Laughter then is like a medicine that aids when we are sick.
It was the funniest thing. This cat just decides to jump off the dresser and in the process knock off everything in his path. The only thing that wasn’t funny was the mess that had to be picked up.
Laughter is something we all want to do.It makes us feel so alive and happy.Everyone wants to be happy,but not everyone can get it.If we were all happy,there would be no challenges in life.No obstacles,no saddness.No more emotions.Laughter is happiness.pure bliss.But can we all feel that bliss?
I realized, with a light laugh, that a client at my law firm was named Robert Browning. I addressed it to him over a light lunch at the nearest café.
“Like the poet.”
He frowned at me over his latte “Come again?”
“Robert Browning. The poet. I haven’t read much.”
He smiled and recited a whole verse of Browning perfectly. I had a beautiful, literary nerd moment and washed it down with a cup of black coffee.
The sound of my mother’s laughter is what allowed me to keep going. When times are rough and all I wanted to do was to give up, I would think about that laugh, that unforgettable and signature laugh, and I would remain inspired. My mother was an inspiration to me for many reasons, and her laughter was merely an emblem of it.
Her head rolled back, her throat muscular, holding her head while the wild, lusty laughter pushed its way to the world.
bouncing emoticon hearts.
actual happy people, too, not just iPhone animation,
autumn, and picnics, and vodka, OH MY
tingles holding spine of really hilarious book
whole-body laughs. joy of dance.
i don’t care if you are laughing at me, just because your laugh makes me feel like there is something in the world worth having. I have the key to the future when you brighten just barely and let go of your senses for a minute.