#callmeshea

[theglycoprotein]

Once you get this you have to say 5 good things about yourself & send it to ten of your favourite followers! Spread the love! :)

Ohkay, this'll most certainly be a challenge - I'm not very good at thinking about things I do well, but ah well, here goes! 

I'm genuinely a nice person, I'll do anything for anyone.

I've been told I'm really funny, even though I could never really tell if I was being laughed at or laughed with. I'd like to think it's the latter nowadays though.  

I will go out of my way to help people if I see them struggling, and am always on hand to give a helping hand, sound advice or if need be, a shoulder to cry on. 

I'm always very vocal about my dreams and aspirations, and on my down days sometimes someone taking me seriously is a huge lift (FYI, I want to be a Doctor for Arsenal Football Club. If that fails, a poet will more than suffice)

I have a gorgeous singing voice (slightly self absorbed there, but I'm running out of ideas - thank God I'm finished now!)

[dreamer4life7706]

My Tumblr Crushes:

mikefrawley

dubbleaaswords

callmeshea

vagabondlanguage

sailingaugust

giraffevader

dontcryitsonlymike

giveapoetapencil

seizingspecialmoments

First time doing this . . . All lovely writers whom I adore : )

[undeveloped-apathyy]

Scrap Paper.

I can never write like you; You avoid the words, hug the curves Then have them slither into sight Just when we thought they had gone. I dipped my pen into red wine, I still couldn't write like you; I had reality I had a dream And when both didn't come true I wrote again, trying to be you. The puddles I splashed in wrote on the sidewalk like you. I'm a mess without a resolution An incomplete Reduction Like you. Your writing flew into my room, as I laid on the cement piled up behind the dresser I lament I never could write like you.

Collab w callmeshea.

[wintergreendaydreams-blog]

it's hard to put this into words,

but i was really sick and depressed and had a terrible self image starting basically around the time i started my tumblr.

i found better people and better things. i'm happy. most of you probably don't remember seeing me on your dash after the long hiatus i took from tumblr. i'm switching accounts and gears, but i just wanted to leave this post here in case a special someone will ever stumble upon it.

the person who saved my life was the boy who occupied the url callmeshea (callmeshea.tumblr.com). he told me that i meant something even when i thought i was worth nothing but dirt. he told me how talented i was, and i've never forgotten his words.

after i came back to tumblr after a long while, i went to send him a message to thank him for being the reason i can smile at my life and say "thank god i didn't do something stupid before i had so many good things to lose." but his account was deactivated, and i was in tears, sobbing. so if you ever come back, please know how thankful i am. i will never forget you, the human who unknowingly gave me all i have to live for today.

i hope we speak again.

[undeveloped-apathyy]

This is my shout out to the tumblr writers I adore and appreciate for their writing talent and/or virtual "friendship". :)

minus Michal lol.

This is in light of Kayla, because I do enjoy everyone's writing. And ya'll should know it.

[undeveloped-apathyy]

Driftwood Boy.

He follows the sun around. It leads in one direction, so he never gets to where he’s going. Roads become streams and streams become questions- he’ll never run out of questions.

Soul is hollow; Skin arid from experience. The only sustenance- the sustenance of an experiment.

Would he float or sink? Could he dance in the wind? If you stuck him in the ground, would he grow again? He is supposed to be a part of something…something bigger. That is where the stream is going, to a place where he can grow bigger. The poor driftwood boy lost his way. “Is that what life is about, driftwood boy? Is it eventually losing your way? Floating from stream to stream hoping for the month of May?”

 In his wandering, the sun cloned his heart. He sprinkled out bits of it, and born of all of him was May, flexing her sensuous thighs and batting her pollen floating eyelashes.

Trees are hollow; The melody flushed Out his eyes and ears- Driftwood boy brought to tears.

How did his heart love so? From him, how did such things grow? If he were to stop the sun with his hands, Would he then again be a man?

 He was supposed to be a part of something… something sweeter. The lips of the stream were like his nectar, his sustenance. He let her take him without question, and that was the way.

 “Is that what life is about? He thought. Is it eventually inside the current? Hiding in nature’s bosom Waiting again for the kiss of May?”

A collaboration with the amazing Callmeshea. He is the first half, I am the second.

[undeveloped-apathyy]

On the A Train.

Thanks for allowing me to sit beside you. I think I’ve seen you before, but not in my dreams or my nightmares nonetheless. I do dream quite often, and I have nightmares from time to time as well. I feel I was awake when I saw you because my heart is beating awfully fast. My heart doesn’t beat when I sleep; I was surely awake when I saw you last. You might have seen me before, though you shouldn’t be so sure. I have roamed the city with these stilettos day and night, looking for slugs still asleep between five constricted beds, all dead to the world. I have been under the grim reaper’s bed once, my heart torn and bleeding for people like you. Yes, you might have seen me running in pursuit of a ghost.

Excuse me, I don’t mean to pry, but I couldn’t help thinking about two very different people sitting beside me. You sir, let love control your waking steps, colliding with its blood and hanging on its leash. You find no evil and fault with the world’s teeth. You, my lady have been hunting evil, your eyes filtering out all the good that is in the light of people’s eyes. If you only knew the balance of this world as it shifts on its hind legs like I do. Then, maybe you’d hear the world breathe your name.

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Callmeshea in regular

Mickeymichal in italics

Itsallthereisleft in bold