Laughter is our birthright
A part of life that’s inborn and innate
We laugh out loud within months of birth
Our lungs are open and we cannot wait
It lightens burdens and inspires hopes
Leaving us no longer confounded
It increases happiness and intimacy
Keeps us focused, alert and grounded
It boosts our immunity and diminishes pain
It can also prevent heart disease
It relaxes muscles and reduces stress
It can put our minds at ease
It can also strengthen relationships
The sound of mutual laughter
As finding the same things funny
Creates a bond that can be found thereafter
You cannot feel anxious, angry or sad
With a good old gut busting laugh
As it triggers the release of endorphins
A feel good factor on your behalf
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the face
An internal workout you should never neglect
It’s a smile that bursts and an instant vacation
A high with no side effects
If there’s nothing to laugh about, laugh on credit
Carry laughter wherever you go
Because what soap is for the body
Laughter is for the soul
So every day you wake, await the next laugh
They’re infectious and much sought after
Because the most wasted days of all in this world
Are the ones that are without laughter!
"Oh my gosh, you're so lucky!"
She said to the one who received so much praise for her work.
Hiding the fact that
She was feeling pure jealousy
For not getting noticed herself.
"I totally ship you two,"
She teased her friend who was crushed on by a boy.
Hiding the fact that
Deep down, she wished that
Someone would think she was beautiful too.
She was too used to this routine
Of using fake laughter and weak smiles
To conceal her glares,
As he laughed, I became more aware of
How involved I was with his laughter,
So focused on each squeeze of his eyelids
And every flutter of his sweeping lashes.
I was enveloped with every quick breath he gasped for
Between each chuckle escaping through his sweet lips.
I was blushing at each sliver of a smile I caught glimpse of;
His laughter was warm like apple cider.
My mother splashed tea onto her hand as she throttled her body down into a crouch. She was silenced by the convulsion of her lungs. Her lips pressed tight to keep from spewing the recent gulp. I assumed it was tepid for she was not wincing in a pain of a burn. Her eyes were squinted shut and the heat of her laughter rose to her cheeks. She drove one hand to the floor, and with the soft thud of fingers and clinks of rings pressed themselves against the red-toned, chair leg scratched wood. A sweet, wind of airs swept into her as she pulled her laughing into her throat, up from the bottom of her lungs. Groups of her black, wiry hair broke free from the bun, flowing like liquid coffee, out onto her nose. Placing the tea clumsily on the counter just above her head, her other hand slid down the handle, and clung to the surface's ledge. Sitting now, she slowly places her palms over her eyes. She swallowed loudly and then spurt out a cough-y breath of giggles. Her tremendous fit raged tears in her eyes as her cheer engulfed her completely.
Tears of laughter
Veil tears of frustration
On taboos and tragedies
And dying loved ones
This is not where the
Laughter comes from
But it is where the laughter
Is needed most
Is it irony
The unexpected juxtaposition
Of awkward positions
Of my spirit
Disintegration of my dignity
Coping with the insanity of