Laughing

What does writing mean to you?
Rambunctious characters?
Insane creatures?
Thinking of such a silly name that you fall over laughing?
In this manner of speaking, writing takes
Nothing for me. Just get a pen and write.
Get it? Writing is for nothing!

The pulse of your voice is filling my ears.
You are laughing.
About nothing.
And it is freaking me out.
What the heck is going on?
I have three questions.
1. Why is your voice in my head.
2. Why are are you laughing at nothing inside my head.
3. Why my head, why not someone else's?
Please stop laughing and answer my questions.
I am a little bit scared now.
Maybe I am a lot scared.
Maybe I feel like pulling a blanket over my head like a five year old.
Because your voice has now replaced that other voice that tells me what to do.
I feel like screaming. Read more »

When I was little I got stuck in the backseat of my dad's car. I got in my booster seat and I fell sideways because I was looking out of the window. Then I could not get up. My dad came and he helped me up. I loved having a good time when I was little. When we got home I fell over again, I was looking out of the window again. When my dad was unbuckling me I got up. I kneeled on the seat and fell in the big gap. Then I cried and my mom hurried out to me and so did my dad. They both helped me up.
I WISH I WAS STILL VERY VERY LITTLE!

With my friends I did the COTS walk.
We laughed and giggled the whole way.
For three miles all we did was talk.
I actually had fun—what a shock!
All in all, it was a pretty good day.

Watching the clock.
Counting down the minutes.
Riding the bus to a different scene.
Meeting her and selecting the provisions.
Going to her house and waiting for the other one.
One is not coming.
Only three of us.
Disappointment.
Laughing, singing, smiling, thinking, helping, laughing.
“RING”
“Hello?”
“Come here please.”
“EEEK!!”
“What?”
Synchronized, “AHHHHHHHH…!”
Now four of us.
Laughing until tears are spilling from our eyes,
Cramps in our sides,
The good times.
Tomorrow.
The next day.
We jump into the van.
We pick one’s mom.
We head down the road.
Music surrounding us.
Cameras flashing,
Laughing, singing.
The good times.
Munch, Munch,
Yummy chips.
Almost there.
Sip, sip,
Tasty soda.
Finally.
Parking in that space right there.
“Ready?”
“YES!”
Walking, laughing, smiling, looking.
“Cha-Ching.”
Walking, talking, laughing, looking, stopping, buying.
Munch, munch, different foods. Read more »

Sitting cross-legged in the back of the Spanish classroom,
Giggling, gossiping, half-heartedly scribbling on algebra homework
We munch on cinnamon candies that turn our tongues bright red,
Listening to students rehearse their lines for the play
Fighting over a calculator, texting on a cellphone the teacher can't see
We're middle school girls

Trying to all fit into one tiny chair,
We laugh and push and shove each other aside
Repeating inside jokes and using a heavy dictionary as a weapon,
We compare the scents of different lip gloss and chew on watermelon gum,
Sharing the headphones of a neon green ipod
We're middle school girls

Crowding around one locker,
Examing the photos mounted with multicolored magnets,
We squeal and giggle and reach for books on the shelves,
Shoving aside old candy wrappers, pieces of jewelry, and crumpled notes,
Chatting, gossiping, arguing over nothing at all
We're middle school girls

We may seem frivolous,
Hyperactive, Read more »

"Fuck"
She says
He says
They say

We laugh
"Ha ha
They said
The f-word
On stage
In front
Of a couple
Hundred people"

If you
Think
About it

It's not
That funny

Everyone's
Said it

It's crude
Degrading
Sexual

Those things
Are funny?

I should
Hope not

I'm not saying
We shouldn't
Laugh

Laughing's
Fun
Healthy

But maybe
We should
Think about
What we're
Laughing at

Just like
When people
Laugh at
Penis

It's really
Not that funny
Or mature

So

Please

Think

Act

Respond

We're having fun
Trying accents
Laughing at
Each other

Laying on my
Sleeping bag
Scared in by
The thunder
And lightening

We're trying
To write
Fiction novels
And we can't
Think of anything
So late at night

I say
Something funny
We laugh
Hysterically
It's something
You would've heard
If it wasn't
Summer now

We think
About how
We couldn't
Put the tent up
Because it was
Inside out

How we
Took it down
Faster than
Anything we've
Ever done before

We didn't want
To get struck
By lightening

I keep thinking
That I'll be able
To tell you guys
About how funny
It was

How stupid
We felt

And then
I realize
It's summer

You guys
Probably
Won't read your
Emails

Or reply back

This leaves me
With an empty feeling

Like my friends
Just died
And I have
No one left
To tell our
Funny stories to