daisy is a nickname of mine given to me by my best friend when i was 17 because i got a farrah fawcett haircut and on me it looked like a daisy!!!
dawn
although my days will be filled with pure daisy and feeling so happy,
tonight I feel so sad.
for nothing.
as if something happened.
but what?
I feel sad.
I feel bad.
will someone clear the fog for me, touch my face, and send me pure daisies now?
rur
Daisy is the most fantastic flower I’ve ever seen before
Agnesii
i hate flowers. so cliche.
so why is it that when you set them on my desk, or leave them on my pillow, i care?
it’s like all of the sudden i’ve lost all of my independence over a daisy.
and ya know what?
i’d rather go crazy over that daisy, then ever lose you.
and i’m ok with that.
beth
sometimes i worry that my children won’t see daisies. daisies are my favorite flowers- or were before the happening. it’s possible that all the daisies in the world are dead. i kept one, pressed in the bible.
kourt
I think of Donald Duck’s Girlfriend named daisy, also that famous Duke cousin. Daisies are nice looking flowers, I suppose it’d be really nice to receive a bouquet of them or give them to someone you love. A daisy…better than drugs.
Nathan
I love the daisy. It is my faovire flower. I think that is because when I was growing up it was the only wile dflower that gfrew in Utah that didnt look like it was meant to be wild. A bunch of daisies remind me of summer which leads to an overall positive attitude. I don’t care much for things that have daisies on them as much as the daisies themselves. Gerber daisies are my favorite because the bright colors create a sense of positive things.
Mandy
A daisy is a miraculous thing. It blooms so simply, so dantily, that I shudder with thinking about its existence. I am not so simple. I am complicated. A daisy shakes in the wind, looking not for a solution but for an existence. Looking not for a companion, only perhaps for a pollenating bee.
Budleh
standing alone in a field,
white and yellow sentinel to happiness.
jm
chained hearts of steal stolen and taken to the cage plastic cased heads and everything dead for tomorrow is a great big field for the red sun and reaching lungs blown full streamed out of per portion out of the ocean and we some how managed to walk away
C3PO
Daisy. She liked daisies. I fucking hate Daisies. fuck off you fucking Daisy. I never want to see another daisy again. I will never see her again. I killed her. I smiled. I threw a daisy on her grave.
Jessica Edgson
As in fresh as. Something I don’t know a whole lot about right now as I’m sweaty and just finished hanging up a load of laundry that was covered in bits of blue paper. Perhaps something was lurking in a pocket that I did not discover while shoving the clothes uncerimoniously into the washer. Drat, foiled again. Such is the price of motherhood!
Cedar
Nowhere that I want to be. Everything that I have ever known has been a lie. I miss how I used to look at everything with curiosity and hope. The last thing I want to lose is imagination. Then it will be finally over. Then there will be no point.
Simeon
I was sitting in a huge meadow in a white summer dress with Jack. He was just watching me as I plucked daisies from the ground and made a chain. He suddenly said “…you’re beautiful, you know that?”
I blushed and grinned at him.
“Well, you’re not so bad yourself” I was laughing as we rolled in the long grass and kissed, hoping we could be together forever.
Amy
Chained to the walls of my world, I can’t see any outing any time soon. Sure, it would be nice to get out once and a while, but my days are stuck here, pouring mapel syrup for marsupials. Those dumb fucking animals. Mapel. That’s how they demand I pronounce it. If these chains weren’t so tight, I’d slap them right across their skinny faces wit ha tire iron. That;s how I’d do em.
paisley
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true. I’m just Crazy, all o’er the likes of you.
I knew Daisy. She had long strawberry blonde hair, and rosy cheeks. She had youth, and energy, and lean, long legs.
Chris
chains of love into my heart with flowers dripping in wax and steel white flower of love o white with yellow teeth gnawing away at dreams and incandescencse glowering over my shoulder like a hobo ready to attack Jack Black beyond compare o dreams of night and sorrow filled with candle daisies lit by
jj
i use to have a very fond appreciation for daisies. this was a special inside thing that i had with my ex. secretly, i still like daisies.
if i ever had to answer the question; ‘what is your favorite flower,” i guess i’d still choose daisies.
jason
As he approached the house, her house, his hands began to get sweaty. Just thinking about what he was going to do made him nervous. Then he saw her. And him. She was kissing him. He tightened his grip around the daisy in his hand, the one he was going to give her.
cray
a field full of white and yellow daisys pointed their faces at the passing cars on the expressway. One solitary flower had found purchase in a crack right in the center of the road. It’s precarious position was the very thing that saved it. Passerbys noticing it often veered out of the way to preserve it’s beauty.
Reva
daisy duke, oh she’s such a darling but she couldn’t tell left from white. small and bright and shining in the sun but behind that smile hid her blossoming sadness. she couldn’t tell the world how she was feeling because it wouldn’t take anything more than happiness for an answer. oh, daisy duke, what will we do with you.
Mich
The daisies in the field rustled in the wind. Their sweet scent drifted toward me. I closed my eyes and let the breeze carry my mind away, away from the field and up into the air, higher and higher until I reached the twinkling of the stars and landed on the moon.
Lindsey Hall
is a girls name & a flower, part of a song, pretty older fashioned name, look good in the garden,daisy chains sian’s daughter called it
julietalpha35
Daisy was a dog without a mother. She had a temper problem and often found the rest of animal-kind to be a bit much to bear. She was loyal and true and blond and pretty much psychotic.
elias
daisy is a word i wrote about two days ago. oneword needs to update.
Molly
flowers are yellow and blossom in spring time. they all smell so good i love picking flowers in my garden.
Tanya Horton
Daisies, delightful, not decadent, destroyed by pollution and other human errors, undeserving of abuse, day after day you see them less and less and tend to forget what they look like. You can always type “Daisy” into a Flickr or Photobucket search engine to see pictures, but it’s never the same as actually viewing it in person.
e.b.
daisys are pretty, they make it seem like summer has just began, they remind me of sunflowers with the pretty yellow bit in the middle. It also fascinates me that they come in different colours, and also they are purple behind the back. They are so nice to look at, and the best part, you can make a daisy chain. They are the best part of daisys. Excellent.
candice
What better form of beauty than a daisy. Simple, elegant, flawless, carefree, and delicate. I think in our life time.. we all want to live like a daisy.. in a grassy field with the sun beaming down.. the wind caressing our petals..
Kaylynn I.
Daisy if you do. It smells like weed, I have no idea why. Jared likes that phrase. He doesn’t smoke weed. I like the phrase too. I also like “Shit, son.” It made Jared smile the first time I said it, and “daisy if you do” makes me smile. Perhaps it’s the alliteration. Always the alliteration aching my arms. Doesn’t always work.
Hannah
I saw a daisy in the grass
I wondered how long
that
it would last
all pretty in paisley, on some of these days she would race out to praise the sun’s lackadaisy.
like a daisy, plucked for the very first time… yeah, cringe already.
joni
Daisy Lane. Name of a cottage I pretended I lived in when I was 10 and unhappy that I lived in a square stucco house at the bottom of what used to be Walteria Lake.
gaydegani
I like dasiy duck.
wfcycvsa af f
I don’t much like flowers. They make my nose itch. But if I were to get a flower I’d want a yellow rose, not a daisy. I’d rather they be outside growing. Not dying in a vase.
Faleoh
white leaves pure in the sun
with golden center
simple, beautiful, like the smallest anatomy of a lover
don’t ask why, but enjoy
chenzal
a little yellow and white flower. classic, beautiful, smells pretty. reminder of spring. flower i’d like to get from a lover
melody groff
time was a daisy was just a simple thing of beauty, the joy of spring and all that, now it is a noisy westie which does my head in along with mo. she is cute and all but what a manky noisy thing she can be from time to time.
conor keatings
This is a composite — the composite of composites, the quitessential composite. This is the sun’s creation, reflecting its creator. this is
daisy is a nickname of mine given to me by my best friend when i was 17 because i got a farrah fawcett haircut and on me it looked like a daisy!!!
although my days will be filled with pure daisy and feeling so happy,
tonight I feel so sad.
for nothing.
as if something happened.
but what?
I feel sad.
I feel bad.
will someone clear the fog for me, touch my face, and send me pure daisies now?
Daisy is the most fantastic flower I’ve ever seen before
i hate flowers. so cliche.
so why is it that when you set them on my desk, or leave them on my pillow, i care?
it’s like all of the sudden i’ve lost all of my independence over a daisy.
and ya know what?
i’d rather go crazy over that daisy, then ever lose you.
and i’m ok with that.
sometimes i worry that my children won’t see daisies. daisies are my favorite flowers- or were before the happening. it’s possible that all the daisies in the world are dead. i kept one, pressed in the bible.
I think of Donald Duck’s Girlfriend named daisy, also that famous Duke cousin. Daisies are nice looking flowers, I suppose it’d be really nice to receive a bouquet of them or give them to someone you love. A daisy…better than drugs.
I love the daisy. It is my faovire flower. I think that is because when I was growing up it was the only wile dflower that gfrew in Utah that didnt look like it was meant to be wild. A bunch of daisies remind me of summer which leads to an overall positive attitude. I don’t care much for things that have daisies on them as much as the daisies themselves. Gerber daisies are my favorite because the bright colors create a sense of positive things.
A daisy is a miraculous thing. It blooms so simply, so dantily, that I shudder with thinking about its existence. I am not so simple. I am complicated. A daisy shakes in the wind, looking not for a solution but for an existence. Looking not for a companion, only perhaps for a pollenating bee.
standing alone in a field,
white and yellow sentinel to happiness.
chained hearts of steal stolen and taken to the cage plastic cased heads and everything dead for tomorrow is a great big field for the red sun and reaching lungs blown full streamed out of per portion out of the ocean and we some how managed to walk away
Daisy. She liked daisies. I fucking hate Daisies. fuck off you fucking Daisy. I never want to see another daisy again. I will never see her again. I killed her. I smiled. I threw a daisy on her grave.
As in fresh as. Something I don’t know a whole lot about right now as I’m sweaty and just finished hanging up a load of laundry that was covered in bits of blue paper. Perhaps something was lurking in a pocket that I did not discover while shoving the clothes uncerimoniously into the washer. Drat, foiled again. Such is the price of motherhood!
Nowhere that I want to be. Everything that I have ever known has been a lie. I miss how I used to look at everything with curiosity and hope. The last thing I want to lose is imagination. Then it will be finally over. Then there will be no point.
I was sitting in a huge meadow in a white summer dress with Jack. He was just watching me as I plucked daisies from the ground and made a chain. He suddenly said “…you’re beautiful, you know that?”
I blushed and grinned at him.
“Well, you’re not so bad yourself” I was laughing as we rolled in the long grass and kissed, hoping we could be together forever.
Chained to the walls of my world, I can’t see any outing any time soon. Sure, it would be nice to get out once and a while, but my days are stuck here, pouring mapel syrup for marsupials. Those dumb fucking animals. Mapel. That’s how they demand I pronounce it. If these chains weren’t so tight, I’d slap them right across their skinny faces wit ha tire iron. That;s how I’d do em.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true. I’m just Crazy, all o’er the likes of you.
I knew Daisy. She had long strawberry blonde hair, and rosy cheeks. She had youth, and energy, and lean, long legs.
chains of love into my heart with flowers dripping in wax and steel white flower of love o white with yellow teeth gnawing away at dreams and incandescencse glowering over my shoulder like a hobo ready to attack Jack Black beyond compare o dreams of night and sorrow filled with candle daisies lit by
i use to have a very fond appreciation for daisies. this was a special inside thing that i had with my ex. secretly, i still like daisies.
if i ever had to answer the question; ‘what is your favorite flower,” i guess i’d still choose daisies.
As he approached the house, her house, his hands began to get sweaty. Just thinking about what he was going to do made him nervous. Then he saw her. And him. She was kissing him. He tightened his grip around the daisy in his hand, the one he was going to give her.
a field full of white and yellow daisys pointed their faces at the passing cars on the expressway. One solitary flower had found purchase in a crack right in the center of the road. It’s precarious position was the very thing that saved it. Passerbys noticing it often veered out of the way to preserve it’s beauty.
daisy duke, oh she’s such a darling but she couldn’t tell left from white. small and bright and shining in the sun but behind that smile hid her blossoming sadness. she couldn’t tell the world how she was feeling because it wouldn’t take anything more than happiness for an answer. oh, daisy duke, what will we do with you.
The daisies in the field rustled in the wind. Their sweet scent drifted toward me. I closed my eyes and let the breeze carry my mind away, away from the field and up into the air, higher and higher until I reached the twinkling of the stars and landed on the moon.
is a girls name & a flower, part of a song, pretty older fashioned name, look good in the garden,daisy chains sian’s daughter called it
Daisy was a dog without a mother. She had a temper problem and often found the rest of animal-kind to be a bit much to bear. She was loyal and true and blond and pretty much psychotic.
daisy is a word i wrote about two days ago. oneword needs to update.
flowers are yellow and blossom in spring time. they all smell so good i love picking flowers in my garden.
Daisies, delightful, not decadent, destroyed by pollution and other human errors, undeserving of abuse, day after day you see them less and less and tend to forget what they look like. You can always type “Daisy” into a Flickr or Photobucket search engine to see pictures, but it’s never the same as actually viewing it in person.
daisys are pretty, they make it seem like summer has just began, they remind me of sunflowers with the pretty yellow bit in the middle. It also fascinates me that they come in different colours, and also they are purple behind the back. They are so nice to look at, and the best part, you can make a daisy chain. They are the best part of daisys. Excellent.
What better form of beauty than a daisy. Simple, elegant, flawless, carefree, and delicate. I think in our life time.. we all want to live like a daisy.. in a grassy field with the sun beaming down.. the wind caressing our petals..
Daisy if you do. It smells like weed, I have no idea why. Jared likes that phrase. He doesn’t smoke weed. I like the phrase too. I also like “Shit, son.” It made Jared smile the first time I said it, and “daisy if you do” makes me smile. Perhaps it’s the alliteration. Always the alliteration aching my arms. Doesn’t always work.
I saw a daisy in the grass
I wondered how long
that
it would last
I decided to go ahead and
pick it up
But before I could a bee
showed up
What’s a bee doing here at
all
Probably mixed up by the daisy
that’s all
bright. cheerful. happy. sunshine. innocence. purity. simple. God. clssic. nature. creative. pink. white. one. bouquet. endless. friendship.
all pretty in paisley, on some of these days she would race out to praise the sun’s lackadaisy.
like a daisy, plucked for the very first time… yeah, cringe already.
Daisy Lane. Name of a cottage I pretended I lived in when I was 10 and unhappy that I lived in a square stucco house at the bottom of what used to be Walteria Lake.
I like dasiy duck.
I don’t much like flowers. They make my nose itch. But if I were to get a flower I’d want a yellow rose, not a daisy. I’d rather they be outside growing. Not dying in a vase.
white leaves pure in the sun
with golden center
simple, beautiful, like the smallest anatomy of a lover
don’t ask why, but enjoy
a little yellow and white flower. classic, beautiful, smells pretty. reminder of spring. flower i’d like to get from a lover
time was a daisy was just a simple thing of beauty, the joy of spring and all that, now it is a noisy westie which does my head in along with mo. she is cute and all but what a manky noisy thing she can be from time to time.
This is a composite — the composite of composites, the quitessential composite. This is the sun’s creation, reflecting its creator. this is