My king, that’s me! I am the king of daisies, yesiree. I frolic on my rolling hill, I look up at my castle, lonely-ly. The sky is gray and muted when it should be blue for me. I am the king, king of daisies.
King Daisy
There once was a boy named Daisy. Whenever he told his name things got hazy. His mother was nice. His father had more than one vice. Perhaps things would’ve been different if his kid wasn’t named Daisy.
Brittany (Not happy with it)
in summer sunshine yellow and white and summer dresses on pretty blondes or redheads with summer on their anemic lips their freckle noses turned up to the top of those buttercup hills away from the shadow of the savage, the dark skinned monster that only wants play play play. only wants daisy chains and sunshine it was born for.
sumi
Is never enough. not enough time, or paper, desires, love and never time to dod it right ,. Cant say that it is not good but short..Bet you didnt think i could dod it
, neither di d i…..
cptblk869
Daisy
Dasies are flowers and are often thought to be yellow. I for one disagree with this and would like to mention that dasies are infact more oranage in colour. This is caused by light reflecting off the minute traces of pollen on the petals. THE END!
oh maybe I have a f… nope time’s up.
Michael Meredith
daisies are pretty. i was a daisy scout when i was little. we wore blue smocks and we were the cutest things ever.
talia
It’s a shining sea this time of year, this place. The flowers sing in the sunlight, grass waving around them like a green tide.
I used to stand here all the time, but I forgot how to come back here after I … well. You know.
That’s the irony of it all.
The light flickers, and we’re gone.
Durandal the Garlic
a sea of white yellow eyed flowers on a hillside. Rising like hope, through cracks in the concrete.
Dalecia
Daisy, daisy, give me your answer do.
I’m half crazy, all for the love of you.
Then I can’t remember the next lines. Drat.
I love that tune.
Hal, GLADoS, Mike, all of you AIs out there…
ROCK!
Kekekekekekekeke!
…I can’t think of anything else, sorry.
Zozo
your ma likes to suck my dick and I like having your momma sucking on my lad all night long you sad little shitbox are you fucking serious that this is sixty seconds I don’t really believe that you lie you sorry ass son of a bitch go suck on a lemon
urma
childhood, making daisy chains, the tshirt with the daisy print i had as a child which i was pictured wearing beside my best friend at a zoo where an ostrich bit my bum. the hayfever i now suffer from miserably.
orla
lazy daisy, you make me go crazy. so predictable. your name reminds me of a group of Argentinian comedians. I cannot wait to finish this line now!
Daniel Veintimilla
bleak and cliche
the daisy is the quintessential symbol of youth and summer. hippies weave them into their hair
and children roll in fields of these little dreams.
over saturated
Iain B.
flower, small, mentioned in Sweeney Todd, over used, white, in SIMS, not pretty, basic, plain, little petals, many petals.
emory
Y WHY TAKE THE Y BUS WHY IS IT THE WHY BUS
IBEN
I love daisies. They’re so simple, elegant and beautiful. They don’t have to be extravagant to show their true beauty. I’ve always had a penchant for them…and in fact have been given them many times by boyfriends and lovers alike.
Shauna
it’s a daisy. it means its yellow, small, easily tromped on. Well, I guess that means it won’t matter if a dog marks it, because it’s coat is yellow, and urine is yellow. Oy, what a dumb comparison. But hey, you can also smash it under your feet. Kind of like that samsung commercial on Imdb.com. Curiously enough, that flower is always getting up again.
toby steele
Daisies are wonderful. They brighten a day with a single sighting. They make a gloomy day seem hopeful and insert glory into the ordinary. They are, in one word, “Lovely.”
Stephen Gregg
daisy is my dog. shes half jack russel hald pomeranian. i love her, she looks like a little fox. shes a bit loud and yappy and very insecure. she barks at other dogs in what seems to be anger but when approached she is scared. we love here. aw.
miguel correia
A pretty little flower, growing in the grass. White and pure, a bumble-bee wobbles towards it, as I look on.
Marilyn M.
it’s original meaning comes from “the day’s eye” because its petals opened in the morning and closed at night.
Daisies were my mother’s favorite flower. I miss her so much. So, so much.
elizabeth vander esch
A pretty flower.
I love daisies.
White, yellow, green stem.
Innocence.
Memories of childhood come flooding back.
Not my childhood, but that one someone else.
Krissle
I LOVE LOOKING OUT AT THE FIELD OF DAISIES. SEEING THOSE PRETTY LITTLE YELLOW FLOWERS SURROUNDING MY FEET OFFERS SUCH A SENSE OF TRANQUILITY. WHEN I WAS A GIRL, I PLAYED SOFTBALL. OUR TEAM HAD A REALLY GOOD PITCHER, AND I WAS AN OUTFIELDER. I USED TO SIT IN THE OUTFIELD AND PICK DAISIES. PULLING OFF THE PETALS AND RECITING “HE LOVES ME… HE LOVES ME NOT…” ABOUT WHICHEVER BOY JUST HAPPENED TO BE MY CRUSH THAT WEEK.
STEFANY GREER
How could she? I thought as I pulled the petals off the daisy that sat in front of me. The skies were grey, just like they’d always been. The grass a dull green in the shade of the thick cloud cover. How could she? How could he? I didn’t want to think about it. What if I started to cry? I wouldn’t be able to stop.
The daisy fell to pieces in my hands. I spread my fingers a part and let the daisies fall apart, slowly falling to the ground.
A.L.A
when i lay in grass i look at you and i see a tiny world with tiny yellow bumps and tiny bugs and i want to fit on that tiny space…for just a while. life looks much sweeter there.
lynsey
pushing them up, pretty little flowers, always associated with little gilrs in childens stories
innocence, fresh simple beuty
simple perfection in nature
fields of wild flowers
pulling petals – he loves me, he loves me not….
mile tree
She plucked the first one. It felt soft and familiar between her fingers tips.
*He loves me*
Thoughts filled her head of secret kisses and long nights with him under the stars.
chella
Daisys are like the sunset in a little valley, on the edge of town where all the teenagers go. I know this may be a tad crazy but it’s a daisy!
Jessikah
Flowers are very pretty. sometimes i pick them and give them to my mother. i once knew a girl named daisy and i loved her. i loved her very much. though just like a daisy slowly her petals fell away and i saw that she was not truely beautiful. i wish i were part of anture. to bind with the planet and be part of the endless cycle that is life. yet i am human. a parasite, a plague. i try not to hamr but it is the nature of my highly developed mind. i can do naught but destroy even unintentionally. life is less. life is lost. life i love. life is lust. destroy we do rebuild we try nothing can be saved from our destruction. the daisy…. well it will no longer be. no worries well make it new. a new species will be given the name daisy… once we develope it. it will look similar though there will be large differences because for whatver reason the old daisy ceased to be this new daisy will not be able to exist in the same manner for the same reasons as the last form of daisy. blah im insane
joel fournier
daisy.
Daisy Darcolez is what my friends call me. Well..
One of them. One of the sophomore friends. She’s very nice. And pretty, too. I love her body…… But whatever.. I try to repress those thoughts. A lot.
Yeah… So.. this is me. D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: With time to kill! Yayyyyy…… Wooo….
I seem annoying.
asfjlh
small yellow worthless pretty, everyday need
tara thobe
the rain poured as the girl leaned down and stared into the darkness surrounding her. a single daisy. a singly ray of sunlight. her fingers reached forward to stroke the tender, white petals.
“you’re a cute one, you know. you’re always so happy… it’s contagious. if you were a flower, my love, you’d be a daisy.”
that’s what he’d said.
but…. he lied.
ooburii
he was so simple. he was so fresh. he was set in his ways. my heart never came back. i pick that boy and i pulled him apart. each petal pulled to find a heart.
David Mathews
i always wanted to have a garden and of course would plant beautiful daisys…i love the smell of the flowers….i want a house so bad s i can have a large garden to spend my days in…..
Paige Trail
daisy may. the second child. what a mess. no shoes. no plans. how could she tell that the twister was coming her way. never stood a chance. what a fool. her first boyfriend saw her fly by the window of his two story condo. she waved. he waved. turned the tv back up way loud.
nate p.
Flower of particular biuty, that, really im bad at this, and I’m more proficient in Spanish anyway so lets do spanish. No se ni que vergas es un pinche Daisy ni como rayos se traduzca al espa
nonay
There once was a flower blossoming by itself in a cold, dreary, and empty field. How did the seed get there? why was it there? nobody knew. but one day, an entire bush of daisies grew. it was beautiful.
Bernarda
i like daisies, they remind me of high school. the girl next door had a daisy-filled bedroom i think. They seem to represent something light-hearted and fresh and keep me in mind of summer afternoons in the park stringing daisies together to make a headband.
Jaq
a white flower that is one of my favorites. it reminds me of a warm sunny day. dont too hot, not too cool. a gust of wind blows and the petals wavy in the sunlights. its a happy flower. who can look at a dasiy and not be happy…. it is also a milk brand….
marsea
The daisy is a small flower, which I will cast onto you casket in fond memory of you. Please don’t ask me to replace it with a rose or any other flower. I won’t for you are a daisy. If you want something else, too bad.
My king, that’s me! I am the king of daisies, yesiree. I frolic on my rolling hill, I look up at my castle, lonely-ly. The sky is gray and muted when it should be blue for me. I am the king, king of daisies.
There once was a boy named Daisy. Whenever he told his name things got hazy. His mother was nice. His father had more than one vice. Perhaps things would’ve been different if his kid wasn’t named Daisy.
in summer sunshine yellow and white and summer dresses on pretty blondes or redheads with summer on their anemic lips their freckle noses turned up to the top of those buttercup hills away from the shadow of the savage, the dark skinned monster that only wants play play play. only wants daisy chains and sunshine it was born for.
Is never enough. not enough time, or paper, desires, love and never time to dod it right ,. Cant say that it is not good but short..Bet you didnt think i could dod it
, neither di d i…..
Daisy
Dasies are flowers and are often thought to be yellow. I for one disagree with this and would like to mention that dasies are infact more oranage in colour. This is caused by light reflecting off the minute traces of pollen on the petals. THE END!
oh maybe I have a f… nope time’s up.
daisies are pretty. i was a daisy scout when i was little. we wore blue smocks and we were the cutest things ever.
It’s a shining sea this time of year, this place. The flowers sing in the sunlight, grass waving around them like a green tide.
I used to stand here all the time, but I forgot how to come back here after I … well. You know.
That’s the irony of it all.
The light flickers, and we’re gone.
a sea of white yellow eyed flowers on a hillside. Rising like hope, through cracks in the concrete.
Daisy, daisy, give me your answer do.
I’m half crazy, all for the love of you.
Then I can’t remember the next lines. Drat.
I love that tune.
Hal, GLADoS, Mike, all of you AIs out there…
ROCK!
Kekekekekekekeke!
…I can’t think of anything else, sorry.
your ma likes to suck my dick and I like having your momma sucking on my lad all night long you sad little shitbox are you fucking serious that this is sixty seconds I don’t really believe that you lie you sorry ass son of a bitch go suck on a lemon
childhood, making daisy chains, the tshirt with the daisy print i had as a child which i was pictured wearing beside my best friend at a zoo where an ostrich bit my bum. the hayfever i now suffer from miserably.
lazy daisy, you make me go crazy. so predictable. your name reminds me of a group of Argentinian comedians. I cannot wait to finish this line now!
bleak and cliche
the daisy is the quintessential symbol of youth and summer. hippies weave them into their hair
and children roll in fields of these little dreams.
over saturated
flower, small, mentioned in Sweeney Todd, over used, white, in SIMS, not pretty, basic, plain, little petals, many petals.
Y WHY TAKE THE Y BUS WHY IS IT THE WHY BUS
I love daisies. They’re so simple, elegant and beautiful. They don’t have to be extravagant to show their true beauty. I’ve always had a penchant for them…and in fact have been given them many times by boyfriends and lovers alike.
it’s a daisy. it means its yellow, small, easily tromped on. Well, I guess that means it won’t matter if a dog marks it, because it’s coat is yellow, and urine is yellow. Oy, what a dumb comparison. But hey, you can also smash it under your feet. Kind of like that samsung commercial on Imdb.com. Curiously enough, that flower is always getting up again.
Daisies are wonderful. They brighten a day with a single sighting. They make a gloomy day seem hopeful and insert glory into the ordinary. They are, in one word, “Lovely.”
daisy is my dog. shes half jack russel hald pomeranian. i love her, she looks like a little fox. shes a bit loud and yappy and very insecure. she barks at other dogs in what seems to be anger but when approached she is scared. we love here. aw.
A pretty little flower, growing in the grass. White and pure, a bumble-bee wobbles towards it, as I look on.
it’s original meaning comes from “the day’s eye” because its petals opened in the morning and closed at night.
Daisies were my mother’s favorite flower. I miss her so much. So, so much.
A pretty flower.
I love daisies.
White, yellow, green stem.
Innocence.
Memories of childhood come flooding back.
Not my childhood, but that one someone else.
I LOVE LOOKING OUT AT THE FIELD OF DAISIES. SEEING THOSE PRETTY LITTLE YELLOW FLOWERS SURROUNDING MY FEET OFFERS SUCH A SENSE OF TRANQUILITY. WHEN I WAS A GIRL, I PLAYED SOFTBALL. OUR TEAM HAD A REALLY GOOD PITCHER, AND I WAS AN OUTFIELDER. I USED TO SIT IN THE OUTFIELD AND PICK DAISIES. PULLING OFF THE PETALS AND RECITING “HE LOVES ME… HE LOVES ME NOT…” ABOUT WHICHEVER BOY JUST HAPPENED TO BE MY CRUSH THAT WEEK.
How could she? I thought as I pulled the petals off the daisy that sat in front of me. The skies were grey, just like they’d always been. The grass a dull green in the shade of the thick cloud cover. How could she? How could he? I didn’t want to think about it. What if I started to cry? I wouldn’t be able to stop.
The daisy fell to pieces in my hands. I spread my fingers a part and let the daisies fall apart, slowly falling to the ground.
when i lay in grass i look at you and i see a tiny world with tiny yellow bumps and tiny bugs and i want to fit on that tiny space…for just a while. life looks much sweeter there.
pushing them up, pretty little flowers, always associated with little gilrs in childens stories
innocence, fresh simple beuty
simple perfection in nature
fields of wild flowers
pulling petals – he loves me, he loves me not….
She plucked the first one. It felt soft and familiar between her fingers tips.
*He loves me*
Thoughts filled her head of secret kisses and long nights with him under the stars.
Daisys are like the sunset in a little valley, on the edge of town where all the teenagers go. I know this may be a tad crazy but it’s a daisy!
Flowers are very pretty. sometimes i pick them and give them to my mother. i once knew a girl named daisy and i loved her. i loved her very much. though just like a daisy slowly her petals fell away and i saw that she was not truely beautiful. i wish i were part of anture. to bind with the planet and be part of the endless cycle that is life. yet i am human. a parasite, a plague. i try not to hamr but it is the nature of my highly developed mind. i can do naught but destroy even unintentionally. life is less. life is lost. life i love. life is lust. destroy we do rebuild we try nothing can be saved from our destruction. the daisy…. well it will no longer be. no worries well make it new. a new species will be given the name daisy… once we develope it. it will look similar though there will be large differences because for whatver reason the old daisy ceased to be this new daisy will not be able to exist in the same manner for the same reasons as the last form of daisy. blah im insane
daisy.
Daisy Darcolez is what my friends call me. Well..
One of them. One of the sophomore friends. She’s very nice. And pretty, too. I love her body…… But whatever.. I try to repress those thoughts. A lot.
Yeah… So.. this is me. D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: With time to kill! Yayyyyy…… Wooo….
I seem annoying.
small yellow worthless pretty, everyday need
the rain poured as the girl leaned down and stared into the darkness surrounding her. a single daisy. a singly ray of sunlight. her fingers reached forward to stroke the tender, white petals.
“you’re a cute one, you know. you’re always so happy… it’s contagious. if you were a flower, my love, you’d be a daisy.”
that’s what he’d said.
but…. he lied.
he was so simple. he was so fresh. he was set in his ways. my heart never came back. i pick that boy and i pulled him apart. each petal pulled to find a heart.
i always wanted to have a garden and of course would plant beautiful daisys…i love the smell of the flowers….i want a house so bad s i can have a large garden to spend my days in…..
daisy may. the second child. what a mess. no shoes. no plans. how could she tell that the twister was coming her way. never stood a chance. what a fool. her first boyfriend saw her fly by the window of his two story condo. she waved. he waved. turned the tv back up way loud.
Flower of particular biuty, that, really im bad at this, and I’m more proficient in Spanish anyway so lets do spanish. No se ni que vergas es un pinche Daisy ni como rayos se traduzca al espa
There once was a flower blossoming by itself in a cold, dreary, and empty field. How did the seed get there? why was it there? nobody knew. but one day, an entire bush of daisies grew. it was beautiful.
i like daisies, they remind me of high school. the girl next door had a daisy-filled bedroom i think. They seem to represent something light-hearted and fresh and keep me in mind of summer afternoons in the park stringing daisies together to make a headband.
a white flower that is one of my favorites. it reminds me of a warm sunny day. dont too hot, not too cool. a gust of wind blows and the petals wavy in the sunlights. its a happy flower. who can look at a dasiy and not be happy…. it is also a milk brand….
The daisy is a small flower, which I will cast onto you casket in fond memory of you. Please don’t ask me to replace it with a rose or any other flower. I won’t for you are a daisy. If you want something else, too bad.