The Gardener and his flowerA Gardener is only as good as his garden,The Gardener and his flower by Shadowonthewall22
or that’s what they say.
A flower is only as beautiful
as its chary and redolent petals, so they say
This Gardener had only one refulgent flower,
he treated this flower like it were more precious than gold.
Other Gardeners had bucolic fields of various flowers,
all had different petals, vines, and stems.
This Gardener only gave the very best fertilizer to his
only flower and put it only in the prettiest flower pot he could find.
The other gardeners were dilettantes in flower care,
and did not treat them as wonderfully as they should.
This Gardeners flower was happy as could be,
the other flowers were jealous and were unhappy.
This Gardeners flower shown the most refulgent colors in the light,
the other flowers had the same paltry colors and brightness.
This Gardener kept his one flower even when it wilted,
The other Gardeners vacillated away their flowers when they wilted.
The other flowers were unremittingly replaced by others,
Painted SmileMy job is to make you people happy,Painted Smile by Shadowonthewall22
make you laugh and smile.
I do the same as you,
but not quite as realistically as you.
My job is to make you happy,
and deal with your children when they cry.
I have children just like you, you know,
I hate to see them cry just like you.
My job is to make myself happy,
but when I’m on my shift that is no longer my job.
My name isn’t even my real one,
but you don’t know that just like I don’t know yours.
My job is to wear this painted smile,
my job is to make you people happy.
But I’m not happy, and neither are you,
so you take it out on me, even when I’m trying my best.
I must appear to be the happiest person,
the happiest person in the room.
I lighten the mood,
and give you people what you want.
Fan of nothing There are people out there in this vast expanse of planet that are fans, fans of nothing though they claim they are fans of something. They follow in line behind the Juggernaut of fans of something when they know nothing. They claim to know this something like it was everything but when they are asked of the something the reality of it all is nothing. They are in the lowest echelon of the arrant fans and when they claim to know the something but know nothing they can end up in a rather exacerbated situation as they frantically try to recant their paucity statement on their knowledge of the something that is really nothing. Once their fraud is revealed and the fan of nothing beings to claim in a fatuous manner that they have been with the something before it was a big something. And after gives alleged remarks that the other is the one who is wrong and they themselves are right.Fan of nothing by Shadowonthewall22
And so Ladies and gentlemen this is the fan of nothing&
Cellar Hello! My name is Justin, I’m about 5ft 9in and I’m 15 years old. I have an interesting story for you today of when me and my 35 year old mother moved into a small one story home in a small town in Illinois. Before the move me and my mother, Marleine, were having some troubles with my dad. My parents had divorced a year and half prior before the move and my dad was having troubles with swallowing down his reality down to the day when my mother said she felt it would safer if we moved away from him before something happened.Cellar by Shadowonthewall22
I understood why for the most part, the indigent to move away but, I wasn’t all that happy. Now given I was not the hot shot of the school but I had enough friends to say I atleast had a small group and have the ability to be convivial in eachothers company. Beyond my group of coterie I really didn’t have any real attachment to the town I lived in before the move, even if it was the only place I’ve ever lived
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Richtofen x Reader ~*~*Say You Want Me~*~*The zombies had finally died down a bit, so you plopped down on the floor, hoping to get a little rest before the next wave of zombies came again. You panted as you sat on your knees on the floor.
'How much longer? Will I even be able to last any longer?' You thought to yourself as you heard footsteps approaching you. You flipped your head around, hoping and praying to God that zombies weren't ambushing you. You sighed in relief when you saw your psycho, German friend.
"_____, are you alright? You look exhaushted..." He held out his hand. Blushing slightly, you took it, and let him help you up. He pulled you into his chest, holding your tiny frame against his muscular torso. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, but your body relaxed itself in his arm. You buried your blushing face in his chest, taking in the scent that was purely Richtofen.
"_____..." He began, his sexy voice whispering huskily in your ear. "I... Ich liebe dich..." He kissed your cheek, hoping that you liked
I'm a 17 year old girl and love to draw Dr.Richtofen I have a good time with it and love to hear what people have to say about my work. I honestly love to write and draw both are a hobby of mine and do either whenever I get the chance. I also love poetry, science, music, singing and a ton of other things. |
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