Hello, I'm Shane Burcaw. I'm 20 years old and I have a disease called Spinal Muscular Atrophy that will eventually kill me. I have been in a wheelchair since I was two. I love to laugh and my life is pretty funny. Allow me to share...
If you're new to my page, things will make more sense if you read my very first post before you start reading the other ones. There is a link down below to all of my longer stories.
I recently started a nonprofit to spread positivity and raise money for muscular dystrophy research! To learn more and to support us visit laughingatmynightmare.com
Also, I am a Junior at Moravian College in Bethlehem, PA, studying English.
madisucks answered:
ctually a whole poem, but only two lines. In a station of a
yrer answered:
“What’s in the brain that ink may character” W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 108
eytch answered:
‘Life for me ain’t been No crystal stair..’- Langston Hughes
personatalieie answered:
The little waves, with their soft, white hands/ Efface the footprints in the sands,
sigleb answered:
Es sapņoju par tevi visu dienu, bet naktī slīgstu sāļos palagos. By Peteris Draguns (LV)
adagiothebeats answered:
“In a minute there is time which a minute will reverse” - T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’
trying2scream answered:
and all is filled with beauty, love, and hope
dapizzamann answered:
Because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all
nottoolong answered:
Ages back in ghostly millions, frowning there behind us urging, Pioneers! O pioneers!
secretina answered:
“I want to be the one she calls on her cigarette break, not the cause of it.” by Saul Williams, I can’t find the title of the poem!
existential-irony answered:
“But such a tide as moving seems asleep” Alfred lord Tennyson
ts2008 said:
Fail it wouldn’t let me…anyways
A soul of water
A soul of stone
A soul by name
A soul unknown
The hours unmake
Our flesh, our bone
The soul is all
And all alone.