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• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Storm

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  a thousand tiny dancers pirouette down from a clouded stage and deep in the wings, the sun is waiting...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Beauty Bus

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  I saw a girl on the bus today arms linked through her best friends face masked in makeup plastic smile on her face I saw a girl on the bus today with highlighted auburn hair that matched the girl next to her and her clothes hung loosely about her frame I saw a girl on the bus today and ...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Wild Girl

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  They say "draw in the- lines", what if I don't want to? I will be WILD...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Winter's Song

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  cracked, white lips bending over cups of dark coffee all the warmth has left...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Burnt Anger

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  i think she thinks we are still friends But i can feel the hate oozing like vanilla ice cream, dripping from her parted lips i can see right through her, as one sees through a clear plastic tupperware She is all tucked up and placed in a cold, rigid fridge. Her thoughts leftovers of min...
• Fiction > Romance
  Unhinged

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  small, narrow face stares defeated into a chipped china cup sitting in a stool with stuffing pouring out like broken dreams, longing looks out of a grime coated roadside bar window wings too damaged to try to fly sidelong glances at other lonely table hoggers sitting ...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  Living A Safe Life

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  It is hard to feel safe these days. Always wondering what that persons got in their bag and if he is a rapist or serial killer. I can't help but feel that my life is under constant threat, danger and death, hand in hand always waiting around every corner. And it doesn't help that some psyc...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  A Tragic Story

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  A lot people think that it is my fault. The news and papers criticized me, questioned my state of health. Investigators poked and prodded at my memory. But what people don't get is that, yeah I was there. But I still hear her screams at night. They rattle around in my brain like marbles in a ti...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  A Victim Of The Gun

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  Please. Don't call me a hero. Don't say that I am lucky. Don't allow your parents to use me as a dinner-time topic. And when you see me on the news, name and face under a heading like " Local Girl Saves School from Shooter", don't assume that I'm happy I lived, bec...
• Opinion > Points of View
  Questions

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  1. Do goth people get hot in the sun? 2. Is Ke$ha part fairy, or does she just "like" glitter? 3. Why do I hate cooking? 4. Why was the play Bye Bye Birdie ever invented? 5. What is the real point of the iPhone? 6. Why does water take so long to boil? 7. How did the unive...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Vows

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  It's all a process. Just another step down that windy path A yellow brick road of uncertainty; traveled we have I am sorry, my dear, if I have failed at times. When I slipped on a gnarled root or stone. I know I have hurt many a heart or near broken a bone Forgive my harsh words that ra...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  As the World Goes On

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  On days like these, I like to see the world blurry. Where all the colors smudge, revealing a dirty canvas. It reminds me that we are all just numbers responsible for turning the broken hands of time. We are just clumps of wet snow that melts persistently on a dark, wet sidewalk. We are nothing s...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Torents Of A Life Forever Wet

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plains. But my rain falls on my pillow In a dark corner of a sad room with a shrine from my home in the light the pieces of broken hope scattered about the floor The rain in Spain Falls mainly on the plains but my excessive rain falls on my palms to...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  Girl on Fire

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  There is a moment, when your whole life comes into perspective. And when it happens, you just have to take it and run. What if I was born into a strict Afghan family? Married by age twelve, and hoping for a successful childbirth at age 13. Would I be different? Would I still be a fighter? Of cour...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  A Species All Her Own

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  July 2, 1999 “I think that there is something wrong with my brain,” she said. The leather chair pulled taut at her sweaty skin, and her shorts rode up her thighs; the midsummers heat was finally kicking in. “What do you think is wrong?” Asked the therapist. The therapist was a nice women...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  How the World Began

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  If you look down my street, you'll see all the trees in a line, and the people dotting the sidewalk, heads ducked like the low hanging clouds. Then you cross the street and you stare at the warning read hand flashing to stay back, and the snow turning to slush on the curb. Then you stare at the...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Cancer: Reborn

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  I found out today that my grandfather has cancer as well. Not again. I felt my heart slowly break as I watched my father rub his face. "Prostate cancer", he said. "So it's treatable, right, he'll be fine. Grandma made it through." "Yeah, he'll be fine&q...
• Hot Topics > Bullying
  Anger

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  Though the labyrinth of fear defied you and your head pounded with realization, your jawbone clenched and fingers balled into fists, a sticky mad like sugar-coated happy memories, forever gone in a forest of anger. Loathing every person who crossed your path. Scrambling to the top of the tunnel. Def...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Mustard and Relish

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  Yes, we call my country house the mustard and relish house. It sits on a cute piece of green land. Trees and all. There is a flower garden and a cute little green shed where we keep things, bows and arrows, water guns, bikes and our car. It’s where me and my sister dirty our feet on the grave...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  I'll Show You The Way

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  I wish I could show you the way, take your hand and tell you all the things I thought. All the things I know, and want, and wish. But your sheltered and don't understand. Your safe where you are and I know thats not going to change. We are so different yet appear the same, and I can't...
• Fiction > Romance
  Cloud 9

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  He said not to stand so close to the edge. So, I didn't . I walked in the middle of the road, the world stretching out in front. But lost in his gaze I don't hear, I don't see, the truck. Barreling down. It was gaining speed, when he took my hand. He said we were kings, queens, r...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Cancer

  

  By Laugh-it-Out, Brooklyn, New York, NY

  They said she had cancer. A bit much for my little girl mind. I cowered under the table when my parents left the house. I cried, hollowing sobs racked my body. My grandma, my grandma On her death bed? I wasn't allowed to see her. This is for the best, they said. But she's , My gr...