I let laughter haunt my mind,
tediously sick of somber.
Sometimes I crack
and find
(with ease at the best times)
I laugh
unhinged,
with no thought of
past crimes.
Together were in madness
on a ******
Sitting on fluffy clouds,
we surrender.
Puddles of tears release,
like rain on a sunny day;
it being so uncanny
to cry.
Wet pockets unrelenting once turned out at bay,
other times feeling runs
dry.
Unusual is where I preside,
I seldom cherish when I thrive.
My rhythm alters; I must dance
once you splash me,
and then spin me
around.
I'm embraced and purposely a tease.
My tears are over too soon,
almost like a sweet tune.
How could such lovely tears last?
In this world so
habitually full of unease.
My skin glistens
long after.
The unforgettable linger makes me feel weak in the knees.
Alike to the moon in the night,
this happy ritual has no need for flight.
Those times and those times only,
I dont want the tears
to stop.
Hysteria corrupts
every drop.
Then everything sets in
slowly.
Dissatisfaction relents on my tongue,
Its painful to laugh when mostly I want to
cry, cry, cry.
I speak but its all bittersweet.
In a ocean of doom I cheat,
I can swim deep in the
dark, dark, dark.
Im soaked
but my passion runs dry.
My throat is quenched
but I resist water.
I fuel the ocean with unfeeling ache that reaches no mark.
Its comfortable to hide,
but painstakingly stubborn.
The same as looking with the lights off for direction,
mindlessly romanticizing utopia.
When I finally see,
I am blinded
with a spotlight overwhelming reinvention.
Flickers of past also corrupt me,
I stay
undefined.
I squint and hold onto the light:
the days full of whimsy and corny jokes.
All awhile,
reminded.
Salty tears only fall
when I
choke.
I gag on the fright:
my pityful fortune.
My lungs loose air.
I can only truly breath,
when I smile with my eyes,
and study
the despair.
I rest up in company,
despite my distortion,
those cherubs make me
sing.
Awkward but
in tune.
I'm seen and
I'm not
scared.
These puddles I soak in:
absorbing the abstract of
all meaning.
Im still unprepared,
by each come June,
weening.
Free me with a soft cry,
so sunny I can't help but grin,
and bathe
in all
I've ever been.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 5:49 PM UTC
I let laughter haunt my mind,
tediously sick of somber.
Sometimes I crack
and find
(with ease at the best times)
I laugh
unhinged,
with no thought of
past crimes.
Together were in madness
on a ******
Sitting on fluffy clouds,
we surrender.
Puddles of tears release,
like rain on a sunny day;
it being so uncanny
to cry.
Wet pockets unrelenting once turned out at bay,
other times feeling runs
dry.
Unusual is where I preside,
I seldom cherish when I thrive.
My rhythm alters; I must dance
once you splash me,
and then spin me
around.
I'm embraced and purposely a tease.
My tears are over too soon,
almost like a sweet tune.
How could such lovely tears last?
In this world so
habitually full of unease.
My skin glistens
long after.
The unforgettable linger makes me feel weak in the knees.
Alike to the moon in the night,
this happy ritual has no need for flight.
Those times and those times only,
I dont want the tears
to stop.
Hysteria corrupts
every drop.
Then everything sets in
slowly.
Dissatisfaction relents on my tongue,
Its painful to laugh when mostly I want to
cry, cry, cry.
I speak but its all bittersweet.
In a ocean of doom I cheat,
I can swim deep in the
dark, dark, dark.
Im soaked
but my passion runs dry.
My throat is quenched
but I resist water.
I fuel the ocean with unfeeling ache that reaches no mark.
Its comfortable to hide,
but painstakingly stubborn.
The same as looking with the lights off for direction,
mindlessly romanticizing utopia.
When I finally see,
I am blinded
with a spotlight overwhelming reinvention.
Flickers of past also corrupt me,
I stay
undefined.
I squint and hold onto the light:
the days full of whimsy and corny jokes.
All awhile,
reminded.
Salty tears only fall
when I
choke.
I gag on the fright:
my pityful fortune.
My lungs loose air.
I can only truly breath,
when I smile with my eyes,
and study
the despair.
I rest up in company,
despite my distortion,
those cherubs make me
sing.
Awkward but
in tune.
I'm seen and
I'm not
scared.
These puddles I soak in:
absorbing the abstract of
all meaning.
Im still unprepared,
by each come June,
weening.
Free me with a soft cry,
so sunny I can't help but grin,
and bathe
in all
I've ever been.
I wrote this after a fun moment, where I laughed so hard I cryed. The strong emotion made me ponder on happiness and appreciating moments.
