a nice flower symbolizing peace.
white pedals yellow center, very light and delicate scent. reminds me of childhood sweethearts in the summer sun
mark
daisy. that was her name. a few years back she arrived on rocket, a kawasaki ninja to be exact. we didn’t know what hits us. small towns don’t like change. don’t like difference. but i feel in love.
john
today is the first day of the rest of my life
tomorrow is too late to pretend everything is alright
now
i am not getting any younger as long as you don’t get any older
Carma
It’s pretty and yellow and smells nice. I love daisies. I think they represent sunshine and happiness and especially hope. They also remind me of happy little girls and boys running in the fields of grass and flowers. Daisies are fun. They’re big and can be found anywhere. My mom has daisies in her garden.
Ishy
Daisy chains are the most innocent memory I have of recent years. I remember having a friend make one for me on a trip to the Russian River, and wearing it and just being peaceful and happy. It’s strange, though, I never thought about or played with daisies in my childhood.
Alex
daisy is the word, daisys are rather beautiful, and though they have connotations of rather childish flowers, they infact have a subtle joy about them, bringing memories of faded summy days, the slow dimming of light and lost childhood memories.
joseph
daisy do, daisy don’t. I think I may daisy won’t. What is it about this cheery little flower that seems to draw people to it? It is easily breakable. Is that what we look for? Something or someone we can easily break, but find beautiful? The most beautiful things are breakable. Daisies are breakable. What would happen if they were strong? Would they be as beautiful?
Mari
pretty and yellow and red-though i am usually thinking they are tacky, like when domino did the flowers in interior design layout and of COURSE the daisy one had to be all hippy mod. isn’t there a way to make daisies integrated into a more classic, clean shabby chic even design? now i’m intrigued and want to research them, see what colours they come in but i know i wont think about them till i’m in a flower shop next…
paige
daisy…my dog is named daisy, pretty as a daisy, daisy dukes, i look good in daisy dukes haha, daisy duke from the dukes of hazard. pretty white daisies does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not
anna
a beautiful white flower with delicate petals and a bright center, like the sun. It will brighten anyone’s day. Just one daisy.
kerri
You’d have thought she’d be kinder after her on-goings, but no, Daisy was still the same little arrogant, mean, malicious cow from before, I don’t like calling her these things, I am in love with her, but what I say is true, It’s bizzarre the way she makes me feel though it’s misleading, I hate it, she infuriates me, but I still stick with her.
Alex sinclair
a daisy in the wind, the sky is all but blurred, i cry in shame, looking for my woman. everything disguises in the sky, the daisy remains undisturbed. i find nobody to seek. only myself.
memo
I love daisys mostly because I love the color yellow. They are so bright and cheery, and the yellow is the center of it all. I LOVE yellow! Hmm…fake daisies don’t look very real. I’m going to use some in my wedding bouquet, but I don’t really like the fake ones.
AJ
yellow daisies. gorgeous summer. beautiful… cant imagine life without daisies.
nikeeta
i don’t know what to write. I hate daisies.
bubbles
pretty. summer. white dresses. picnics.
michelle
daisy my ass. I dont know what the heck to do with daisy
Ashish
dont know the meaning :(
rainbow
“Look what we’ve with a dollop, a dollop, a dollop… look what we’ve done with a dollop… of Daisy!
JB
daisy chained me to a love for life… at least that’s how I see it. I made a daisy chain in those wonderful pre- responsibility years, And I vowed to love the one I made it for forever. So here I am many years later… still loving.. daisy chained.
Pentimento5
I picked a daisy out of the garden and slid it behind her right ear. Brushing the hair off of her angelic face, I gave her a sweet kiss. I love you, I said with a smile. She tilited her head toward the sun and I knew she loved me too.
Meredith
There was a Daisy in the field of dirt. just there, nother else around but the polution in the air from the nearby factory. there she stood, the daisy, tall and proud with a degree of solum that no one else was there. Why was she so lonely when she had everything to be proud of in herself…
Randall
There was a yellow daisy in her hair
It matched the yellow of the sun
Her eyes reflected the blue of the sky
And I knew I would never see her look like that again
Monica
flower nice
white
calming
rosy
happy
freedom
wind
calming
pure
soothing
lovely
ren jian ren ai.
all about friendship
jovial
competition
me
berlindaang
meadows of green and pastels of the world come upon me. the day is early yet my time is late. i feel that i do not have the motivation to accomplish my goals. the goals of everyman. the goals which can give me the opportunity to succeed. but life is still sweet. still beautiful. i will carry on. everyday, today.
rich
petal by petal, this game we play with ourselves. trying to control the feelings of someone else. we tug in hopes of drowning out the fear of the unknown. that fifty percent chance of rejection and failure. we desperately plead with the cosmos to give us hat we THINK we want. instead of appreciating what we are feeling and giving to someone else… it always comes back to whether or not we are getting anything out of it.
oopsy.
lizziface
The daisies were beautiful. They reminded her that maybe not everything had gone to hell just yet. Maybe there really was hope.
Then, he picked the daisy, and opped the head off it, laughing manically at it his sucess.
Just as usual.
Catters
Daisy dukes are nice to wear. Daisy dukes are nice for flare. Daisy Dukes are only for girls. If I catch you wearing one, I will be sure to swear. Daisy dukes are not for us–they are theirs.
Glenn
she’s alone now. lou is gone. i don’t know if she’s as upset as i am, but i know it hurt at least a little.
coo coo cachoo
I run through a garden. There are flowers all over that I know nothing about. Then I see it, the daisy, the one flower I’ve been looking for. It’s been there just waiting for me to find it.
Kamille
Daisy pokes her head out of the dry, crusted ground. Gasping for air. Longing for light. She stretches the limbs that have been cramped and encased, nearly dead, feeling the blood start to flow again. Feeling the lungs open up again. She begins to feel the air, to breathe it in. She begins to grow, live, bloom.
Her proud blossom faces the all powerful sun and soaks in the warm energy deprived her for so long. It’s about time.
Tina
some think it is ugly.
others dont want to see it ever again in their lives.
but as a matter of fact, a daisy is a very beautiful flower.
i don’t really care what all the other people think about it. daisies in fields with cows, and sunshine. what else is there in life? nothing.
poo
I absolutely love daisies. I wonder if it reminds me of when I was a Little Daisy at some church I once went to when I was 7, and some kid kissed me on a bus from church. Funny that one of my first experiences with sex was on a church bus.
JO
little flower
blood-splattered
where are my instincts?
I thought I had them here
now it’s just a flower
i don’t even like it that much
the little flower
of shame
Nic
in the midst of the field where many bodies had come and lain before was a couplet of diasys grazing merrily on a sunset and shade. what they were becoming was anyone’s guess but i suspect it was something like the shore of the morning after.
dan
Necesito saber mi cantidad de millas
Rodolfo MOntilla
type of flower white and yellow grows in people’s gradens from birds shitting inside peoples gardens taken as a wild flower that people dislike in their gardens also a name for girls in olden days people used to make
William
i found a daisy in the middle of a field. it didnt surprise me that it was there. but something about its subtle peace offered something that the most wild and extravagant nights anywhere else couldnt offer. it offered peace.
cornelius
oops-a-daisy the little girl said as she picked the little flower from the green and put it in her hair.
wilma
Of course he never even bothered to ask her name. He didn’t want to get to know his victims. He could go his whole life without knowing her name, but there it was, on a tag sewn right into her jacket. Daisy. That was her name.
a nice flower symbolizing peace.
white pedals yellow center, very light and delicate scent. reminds me of childhood sweethearts in the summer sun
daisy. that was her name. a few years back she arrived on rocket, a kawasaki ninja to be exact. we didn’t know what hits us. small towns don’t like change. don’t like difference. but i feel in love.
today is the first day of the rest of my life
tomorrow is too late to pretend everything is alright
now
i am not getting any younger as long as you don’t get any older
It’s pretty and yellow and smells nice. I love daisies. I think they represent sunshine and happiness and especially hope. They also remind me of happy little girls and boys running in the fields of grass and flowers. Daisies are fun. They’re big and can be found anywhere. My mom has daisies in her garden.
Daisy chains are the most innocent memory I have of recent years. I remember having a friend make one for me on a trip to the Russian River, and wearing it and just being peaceful and happy. It’s strange, though, I never thought about or played with daisies in my childhood.
daisy is the word, daisys are rather beautiful, and though they have connotations of rather childish flowers, they infact have a subtle joy about them, bringing memories of faded summy days, the slow dimming of light and lost childhood memories.
daisy do, daisy don’t. I think I may daisy won’t. What is it about this cheery little flower that seems to draw people to it? It is easily breakable. Is that what we look for? Something or someone we can easily break, but find beautiful? The most beautiful things are breakable. Daisies are breakable. What would happen if they were strong? Would they be as beautiful?
pretty and yellow and red-though i am usually thinking they are tacky, like when domino did the flowers in interior design layout and of COURSE the daisy one had to be all hippy mod. isn’t there a way to make daisies integrated into a more classic, clean shabby chic even design? now i’m intrigued and want to research them, see what colours they come in but i know i wont think about them till i’m in a flower shop next…
daisy…my dog is named daisy, pretty as a daisy, daisy dukes, i look good in daisy dukes haha, daisy duke from the dukes of hazard. pretty white daisies does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not does he love me or love me not
a beautiful white flower with delicate petals and a bright center, like the sun. It will brighten anyone’s day. Just one daisy.
You’d have thought she’d be kinder after her on-goings, but no, Daisy was still the same little arrogant, mean, malicious cow from before, I don’t like calling her these things, I am in love with her, but what I say is true, It’s bizzarre the way she makes me feel though it’s misleading, I hate it, she infuriates me, but I still stick with her.
a daisy in the wind, the sky is all but blurred, i cry in shame, looking for my woman. everything disguises in the sky, the daisy remains undisturbed. i find nobody to seek. only myself.
I love daisys mostly because I love the color yellow. They are so bright and cheery, and the yellow is the center of it all. I LOVE yellow! Hmm…fake daisies don’t look very real. I’m going to use some in my wedding bouquet, but I don’t really like the fake ones.
yellow daisies. gorgeous summer. beautiful… cant imagine life without daisies.
i don’t know what to write. I hate daisies.
pretty. summer. white dresses. picnics.
daisy my ass. I dont know what the heck to do with daisy
dont know the meaning :(
“Look what we’ve with a dollop, a dollop, a dollop… look what we’ve done with a dollop… of Daisy!
daisy chained me to a love for life… at least that’s how I see it. I made a daisy chain in those wonderful pre- responsibility years, And I vowed to love the one I made it for forever. So here I am many years later… still loving.. daisy chained.
I picked a daisy out of the garden and slid it behind her right ear. Brushing the hair off of her angelic face, I gave her a sweet kiss. I love you, I said with a smile. She tilited her head toward the sun and I knew she loved me too.
There was a Daisy in the field of dirt. just there, nother else around but the polution in the air from the nearby factory. there she stood, the daisy, tall and proud with a degree of solum that no one else was there. Why was she so lonely when she had everything to be proud of in herself…
There was a yellow daisy in her hair
It matched the yellow of the sun
Her eyes reflected the blue of the sky
And I knew I would never see her look like that again
flower nice
white
calming
rosy
happy
freedom
wind
calming
pure
soothing
lovely
ren jian ren ai.
all about friendship
jovial
competition
me
meadows of green and pastels of the world come upon me. the day is early yet my time is late. i feel that i do not have the motivation to accomplish my goals. the goals of everyman. the goals which can give me the opportunity to succeed. but life is still sweet. still beautiful. i will carry on. everyday, today.
petal by petal, this game we play with ourselves. trying to control the feelings of someone else. we tug in hopes of drowning out the fear of the unknown. that fifty percent chance of rejection and failure. we desperately plead with the cosmos to give us hat we THINK we want. instead of appreciating what we are feeling and giving to someone else… it always comes back to whether or not we are getting anything out of it.
oopsy.
The daisies were beautiful. They reminded her that maybe not everything had gone to hell just yet. Maybe there really was hope.
Then, he picked the daisy, and opped the head off it, laughing manically at it his sucess.
Just as usual.
Daisy dukes are nice to wear. Daisy dukes are nice for flare. Daisy Dukes are only for girls. If I catch you wearing one, I will be sure to swear. Daisy dukes are not for us–they are theirs.
she’s alone now. lou is gone. i don’t know if she’s as upset as i am, but i know it hurt at least a little.
I run through a garden. There are flowers all over that I know nothing about. Then I see it, the daisy, the one flower I’ve been looking for. It’s been there just waiting for me to find it.
Daisy pokes her head out of the dry, crusted ground. Gasping for air. Longing for light. She stretches the limbs that have been cramped and encased, nearly dead, feeling the blood start to flow again. Feeling the lungs open up again. She begins to feel the air, to breathe it in. She begins to grow, live, bloom.
Her proud blossom faces the all powerful sun and soaks in the warm energy deprived her for so long. It’s about time.
some think it is ugly.
others dont want to see it ever again in their lives.
but as a matter of fact, a daisy is a very beautiful flower.
i don’t really care what all the other people think about it. daisies in fields with cows, and sunshine. what else is there in life? nothing.
I absolutely love daisies. I wonder if it reminds me of when I was a Little Daisy at some church I once went to when I was 7, and some kid kissed me on a bus from church. Funny that one of my first experiences with sex was on a church bus.
little flower
blood-splattered
where are my instincts?
I thought I had them here
now it’s just a flower
i don’t even like it that much
the little flower
of shame
in the midst of the field where many bodies had come and lain before was a couplet of diasys grazing merrily on a sunset and shade. what they were becoming was anyone’s guess but i suspect it was something like the shore of the morning after.
Necesito saber mi cantidad de millas
type of flower white and yellow grows in people’s gradens from birds shitting inside peoples gardens taken as a wild flower that people dislike in their gardens also a name for girls in olden days people used to make
i found a daisy in the middle of a field. it didnt surprise me that it was there. but something about its subtle peace offered something that the most wild and extravagant nights anywhere else couldnt offer. it offered peace.
oops-a-daisy the little girl said as she picked the little flower from the green and put it in her hair.
Of course he never even bothered to ask her name. He didn’t want to get to know his victims. He could go his whole life without knowing her name, but there it was, on a tag sewn right into her jacket. Daisy. That was her name.