I wildflower grew inthe bback yeard…. It always made me wary. It grew and grew and then became a rather in timidating plant….I never wanted to be around it after dark, then one night I heard a sound at my door…..it sounded like the rustling of a breacnh against my door… it was the wildflower and it seemed to be talking to me…
sl
a wild but beautiful flower
andrea
I saw the wildflowers by the sunny road. it made me happy. it made me think of all those times i would frolic though the forest and pick wildflowers. those were the days.
Brittney
the flower is pretty and people see it as they walk past. lovers pick it for their other halfs and it makes the perfect gift, if they dont have hayfever.
hannah
unbelievably stubborned into believing every little detail the daisies sitting at the gaps of my toes are saying, the ridiculous wallflowers, the upturned gipsies and open-minded misanthropes, the contradiction of the new age.. the lifeless forms, the ongoing circus with the reruns that taste the same, old papers.. what else is new… the country is a market place, the words are scarce and new, and the old fashioned minister is gasping – whatever happened to the old stone walls? the grey life
reem
The only thing I miss in the summer.
The scent intrigues my yearning for freedom.
I miss the days of youthful thinking.
Danielle
her hair untamed
her eyes unclosed
free and alone
with no one to stop her
finding a trail
not yet traveled
beautiful in her own way
beautiful to the world
growing at her own pace
in her own way
lifes metaphor
wildflower
Jenna
The flower that blows delightly in the wind.
The smell of it makes me nostalgic for years before I grew up.
Danielle
wildflower… my lawn was strewn with the flowers on my wedding day… it was one of the memories of that most beautiful day… another gift from GOD… and my husband is the other one…
Just Meee~
Sometimes I ate wildflowers. A few were good. A few made me sick. Most just tasted strange. I preferred not eating th
Robson
Is love wild….like flower?
Wil
Who the hell cares about wildflowers? It’s impossible to find them anymore, and I live in the middle of fields. It’s one of those things that gets you in trouble anyway, picking them. There are songs about it, but they’re really about sex.
Stephanie
wild out of control
Wil
there are so many wldflowers out there in the world. I like them becasue the\y make the world pretty. They make it worht it living. For all the crap that you get from your friends at times or your significant others, or families. It is nice just to walk outside and see that there is a reason for life.
Lee O'Brien
a plant.
an energy.
alive. exciting.
surviving. But why should it come as a surprise. After all, they all started out as wild right.
A wildflower?
isnt that all of us
Gloria
the wildflower is swaying in the wind. alone. hoping that the next time she comes by she’ll pick him up and place him in her hair.
A beautiful ending.
Nick Reyes
Wildflowers and wild beasts! Gnu! Knew Gnosis! The NEW gnosis of flowers and wilderness and the wild blooming of thoughts along the prairies of the mind! Behold! Hark! Listen to THIS!
Gavin
She picked up the tiny wildflower with her free hand. It was a dark shade of violet, and it pained her to see such a precious thing lying on the ground, discarded, smashed.
Her heart went out to the poor thing, and she began walking home.
But then she thought better of it.
It was just a flower.
Just a flower.
With a smirk, she dropped it and stepped on it.
Just a flower.
She walked away, leaving the wildflower behind her.
Just a flower.
Amoeba
wildflower
Adam
Wild flower… sweet, glorious scent fills my nose. Soft petals caress skin. A wildflower is comforting, yet unruly and untamed. Freedom, power, without any bindings. Perfect in every way
wildflowers are not as cool as they seem. they are basically just weeds. i just recently read an article in the new york times about some stoopid bougie bitches who like to plan wildflowers in their yards because they think they will easily grow into beautiful meadows and shit, but really it’s not as easy as all that. so what’s my point? id on’t know. one time ben and i went for a drive and picked a bunch of wildflowers in vermont,
maaaa
hey you.cihangirde bir ev..
merve
indian paintbrush spreading,
through the trees on a hillside
stirring the sky
living free
praised, loved, missed
gillenia
she picked it up off the floor. It had fallen there. when? when they were fighting? He must have had it in his bag with the market stuff. The vegitable the fish the crap he spent his morning buying while she was working. He walked to the market and bargened for fruit and stumbled over the language.
caitlin
they grow along the side of the road, like a million faces. they blow in the wind ever so beautifully. in my hometown, there’s always city signs bearing the warning “do not pick the wildflowers!” they are guarded with the law, and have every right to grow and thrive with the free spirit of the wind. shades of blue, purple, yellow, pink and red blur together in a rainbow as i watch from the car window.
hannah
I wish for wildflowers in hands of a green eyed boy.
Dreamer Child
A wild flower growing by the side of the road, dirty with the fumes from passing heavy goods vehicles, wilting in the summer sun, longing for a few drops of rain
davie
Wild flowers grow by the white fence in the back of the house. They were planted by my friends. Probably their mom, with the help of the one who loves plants and designing. I don’t know why they are relegated to the back fence. But then, it’s their house, and I have no say.
Chimaera
My little wildflower, soft petals and all, my little wildflower, you’ve grown up so tall. my little wildflower, who knew you to be a weed? My little wildflower, where’s that weed eater I need?
Skye
summer, lover, young and uninhibited love
in the fields,
grass between the toes
slight breeze blows the hair off her neck
jk
Wildflowers remind me of a field by a highway. The kind that grow, and might by beautiful and worth looking at, but will never be noticed. Maybe, if it’s lucky, a wildflower on the side of the highway will be urinated on by a small child who forgot to use the bathroom before leaving for a roadtrip. But today, that wildflower is written about.
DJ
i love wildflowers they grow all over the place! they are very pretty and i enjoy looking at them. sometimes they help me believe there is true beauty in the world! I wish i could see a new type of wildflower everyday! I wish that wildflowers could be found all year
gerg
i looked at the wildflower in amazement had i reached Zen? no, not likely Im pretty sure that pills is kicking in but god dam it beautiful.
Rohan
Wildflowers growing on an English moor. Through the heat haze the hills overpass the horizon and I stand on the plain. Staring with open eyes and an open soul.
Bill Goodman
wildflower! wildflower in her hair. in a field of wildflowers. so beautiful. the word just makes you feel lovely inside. makes me feel free and loved and wild in the wind with the wildflowers. there goes a dragonfly.
~anna
Took a trip to the land of oz today. As I arrived I was greeted by singing little men. Strange fellows. They took me to a field full of wildflowers. It was truly a sight. A bright green castle towered in the distance and a road as bright as gold approached menacingly. As I entered the field…
I wildflower grew inthe bback yeard…. It always made me wary. It grew and grew and then became a rather in timidating plant….I never wanted to be around it after dark, then one night I heard a sound at my door…..it sounded like the rustling of a breacnh against my door… it was the wildflower and it seemed to be talking to me…
a wild but beautiful flower
I saw the wildflowers by the sunny road. it made me happy. it made me think of all those times i would frolic though the forest and pick wildflowers. those were the days.
the flower is pretty and people see it as they walk past. lovers pick it for their other halfs and it makes the perfect gift, if they dont have hayfever.
unbelievably stubborned into believing every little detail the daisies sitting at the gaps of my toes are saying, the ridiculous wallflowers, the upturned gipsies and open-minded misanthropes, the contradiction of the new age.. the lifeless forms, the ongoing circus with the reruns that taste the same, old papers.. what else is new… the country is a market place, the words are scarce and new, and the old fashioned minister is gasping – whatever happened to the old stone walls? the grey life
The only thing I miss in the summer.
The scent intrigues my yearning for freedom.
I miss the days of youthful thinking.
her hair untamed
her eyes unclosed
free and alone
with no one to stop her
finding a trail
not yet traveled
beautiful in her own way
beautiful to the world
growing at her own pace
in her own way
lifes metaphor
wildflower
The flower that blows delightly in the wind.
The smell of it makes me nostalgic for years before I grew up.
wildflower… my lawn was strewn with the flowers on my wedding day… it was one of the memories of that most beautiful day… another gift from GOD… and my husband is the other one…
Sometimes I ate wildflowers. A few were good. A few made me sick. Most just tasted strange. I preferred not eating th
Is love wild….like flower?
Who the hell cares about wildflowers? It’s impossible to find them anymore, and I live in the middle of fields. It’s one of those things that gets you in trouble anyway, picking them. There are songs about it, but they’re really about sex.
wild out of control
there are so many wldflowers out there in the world. I like them becasue the\y make the world pretty. They make it worht it living. For all the crap that you get from your friends at times or your significant others, or families. It is nice just to walk outside and see that there is a reason for life.
a plant.
an energy.
alive. exciting.
surviving. But why should it come as a surprise. After all, they all started out as wild right.
A wildflower?
isnt that all of us
the wildflower is swaying in the wind. alone. hoping that the next time she comes by she’ll pick him up and place him in her hair.
A beautiful ending.
Wildflowers and wild beasts! Gnu! Knew Gnosis! The NEW gnosis of flowers and wilderness and the wild blooming of thoughts along the prairies of the mind! Behold! Hark! Listen to THIS!
She picked up the tiny wildflower with her free hand. It was a dark shade of violet, and it pained her to see such a precious thing lying on the ground, discarded, smashed.
Her heart went out to the poor thing, and she began walking home.
But then she thought better of it.
It was just a flower.
Just a flower.
With a smirk, she dropped it and stepped on it.
Just a flower.
She walked away, leaving the wildflower behind her.
Just a flower.
wildflower
Wild flower… sweet, glorious scent fills my nose. Soft petals caress skin. A wildflower is comforting, yet unruly and untamed. Freedom, power, without any bindings. Perfect in every way
pollen, wildlife, trees, sun, clouds, animals, allergys, Genetic’s, Nature, Medicine, Geographic location, Songs
wildflowers are not as cool as they seem. they are basically just weeds. i just recently read an article in the new york times about some stoopid bougie bitches who like to plan wildflowers in their yards because they think they will easily grow into beautiful meadows and shit, but really it’s not as easy as all that. so what’s my point? id on’t know. one time ben and i went for a drive and picked a bunch of wildflowers in vermont,
hey you.cihangirde bir ev..
indian paintbrush spreading,
through the trees on a hillside
stirring the sky
living free
praised, loved, missed
she picked it up off the floor. It had fallen there. when? when they were fighting? He must have had it in his bag with the market stuff. The vegitable the fish the crap he spent his morning buying while she was working. He walked to the market and bargened for fruit and stumbled over the language.
they grow along the side of the road, like a million faces. they blow in the wind ever so beautifully. in my hometown, there’s always city signs bearing the warning “do not pick the wildflowers!” they are guarded with the law, and have every right to grow and thrive with the free spirit of the wind. shades of blue, purple, yellow, pink and red blur together in a rainbow as i watch from the car window.
I wish for wildflowers in hands of a green eyed boy.
A wild flower growing by the side of the road, dirty with the fumes from passing heavy goods vehicles, wilting in the summer sun, longing for a few drops of rain
Wild flowers grow by the white fence in the back of the house. They were planted by my friends. Probably their mom, with the help of the one who loves plants and designing. I don’t know why they are relegated to the back fence. But then, it’s their house, and I have no say.
My little wildflower, soft petals and all, my little wildflower, you’ve grown up so tall. my little wildflower, who knew you to be a weed? My little wildflower, where’s that weed eater I need?
summer, lover, young and uninhibited love
in the fields,
grass between the toes
slight breeze blows the hair off her neck
Wildflowers remind me of a field by a highway. The kind that grow, and might by beautiful and worth looking at, but will never be noticed. Maybe, if it’s lucky, a wildflower on the side of the highway will be urinated on by a small child who forgot to use the bathroom before leaving for a roadtrip. But today, that wildflower is written about.
i love wildflowers they grow all over the place! they are very pretty and i enjoy looking at them. sometimes they help me believe there is true beauty in the world! I wish i could see a new type of wildflower everyday! I wish that wildflowers could be found all year
i looked at the wildflower in amazement had i reached Zen? no, not likely Im pretty sure that pills is kicking in but god dam it beautiful.
Wildflowers growing on an English moor. Through the heat haze the hills overpass the horizon and I stand on the plain. Staring with open eyes and an open soul.
wildflower! wildflower in her hair. in a field of wildflowers. so beautiful. the word just makes you feel lovely inside. makes me feel free and loved and wild in the wind with the wildflowers. there goes a dragonfly.
Took a trip to the land of oz today. As I arrived I was greeted by singing little men. Strange fellows. They took me to a field full of wildflowers. It was truly a sight. A bright green castle towered in the distance and a road as bright as gold approached menacingly. As I entered the field…
wildflower. wild power. mild power. trial bower. trial shower. tidal shower. tidal hour. style sour. style tower. bridal tower. bridal cower. bridal vower.
wild flowers…they grow in fields and look gorgeous apparently.. haven’t seen to many my self i live in new Orleans lots of watery land and concrete
big and yellow flower blowing in the wind with a long beautiful stem attached to the ground.