I hate it when she calls me “wildflower”. Is it some sort of pet name or an insult? I can never decide with her. One minute she wants to be with you always the next she’s “finding herself”.
God, I miss her…
Phillip Thompson
I picked a wildflower for you. I pulled it out of the Earth and handed it to you. His family missed him, they had no idea where he had gone, so I went back to your house, liberated the wildflower and drove four hours to return him to his loving family.
Wildflowers are almost a metaphor for the majority of people. They are plentiful and beautiful in their own way yet not valued as though they are.
Nathan Mylott
I love wildflowers. They remind me of a picture taking session my mom and my sisters and I did when I was younger. Twelve maybe. All dressed alike and doing our usual fighting. But we were together, and the field was beautiful. Even if I never like any of the pictures I like that memory. It’s very.. us.
EbyKat
the wildflowers waved gently in the wind as i watched them through the backseat passenger window. the time was passing and i was changing… for the better, i like to think. the twilight was deepening and i felt whole again.
matraiea
There I am, there I will forever be; plastered to the background, held up against the beauty of wildflower. I am wallflower.
Penelope
scares the wildflowers were this year and it worried him. It meant that the rains wouldnt come and it would be another season of watching the sky. His wife clutched his hand “we will get through this”
Trak
let’s sit in a field of wildflowers, let the wind kiss our cheeks, and let the shade rinse our minds. let’s forget the world. i wish it didn’t matter, after all. because all that matters to me is you, and the wildflower you have tucked behind your ear. it smiles at me.
madison
wild flowers are mostly indeserted area.they grow bythemself and in dirty places.they are not good for health. you cant smell them. wild flowers are wild. they are harmful for human beings.
azihs
the flower is like the mind. so many ideas budding off like petals. spreading ideas like seeds.
Ty Beta
turning over in my head the picture of that gold and red flower that stood so tall and proud beside your head as you lay there mocking me with your affection
it’s probably dead now that flower, stomped on by an excited child
Hadley
the wildflower grill conotes a feeling of east meets west; fire meets water; peace meets fury. Still, despite such extreme interactions and interesections, unity is born. It is peaceful. It magically transforms the differences into a natural entity free of boundaries, free of pressure, free of … anything.
k
you’re like a wildflower growing out of a nest of brackish weed and broken crucifixes. you’re like a lost city somewhere in between salty red hills, and the road to me is long and stained with red wildflowers.
jericho
Wildflowers make you think there really might be a God.
4Nickels
sitting in a field bright yellow and firey sun is shining and the sky is blue and it is all alone. I want to walk up to it and just look at not pick it. Its color is so bright against the blue sky
emily
emptying my head onto an untitled-notepad canvas at 12:34 am.
emptying my head is a lot easier than emptying my heart.
emptying my heart Would take a lIfetime, one that i no Longer have to give.
emptying my heart woulD require your liFetime, which i am no Longer privy tO take.
emptying my soul Would scare me, so i change subjEcts to keep you talking foreveR…
because keeping you talking is what keeps me going.
plh
sunny beautiful and yellow. wild and carefree. living for the moment. time is no constraint. free and able. colorful. decorates dull highways and lawns. grows where it wills
caro
birds fly over head, the bees zip around, doing their earthly duty. The wildflowers grow, completing their fleeting tasks. All is as it should be in the fields, though darkness approaches.
David Petrivelli
Like the wildflower sways in the breeze, we must bend our perceptions to make it through.
Andriano
Sometimes I wish that I could hold your hand and run through the wildflowers with you and then we could roll around and giggle and make love. That would be the best thing ever, but then again I would go anywhere or do anything just to be with you. I love you.
Chastidy
I wish all weeds were wildflowers, kinda like life dont ya think…
Deb
i feel like the world is potentially a field of flowers, everything is ready for picking, but everything has protection, their thorns, poison, the bees lurking and waiting to sting you, it seems like all i can pull is thorns now, seems like the flowers may be behind me, but im so young, forever in the future i will have a flower, many flowers, i will forever be able to smell perfection like the smell of flowers, and the flowered perfume of someone that loves me.
paul
The widlflower blows in the wind as the sun shines above, the wildflower seems to be the most beautiful color, whites, blues yellows. Wildflowers all over the side of the country roads, leading up the hills into heaven. Wildflowers are so beautiful, that I can’t help but think they are my favorite things along lifes highway
Debe
i was driving through illinois when we drove into at a run down truck stop and i was waiting for my mother to get out of the bathroom while these men behind me had no teeth. i noticed a wildflower poster on the wall and decided i would take the time to learn a few names. i’ve noticed them everywhere i go since that day.
maddy
wildflowers symbolise, to me, living in circumstances that might otherwise be considered lousy, you know, if you were a flower you’d probably be more special if you lived in a flowerbox or the president’s garden. it’s funny how, in all honesty, wildflowers are the most beautiful of all and the most productive.
Fai
I love my little wildflower but does she love me?
I can’t stand the thought of ever telling her but if I don’t I may implode. If I do tell her I might risk are friend ship and after all isn’t friend ship is the best ship to be on?
ciara
wildflowers grow in feilds, or in the forrest or by the ocean. they enjoy live without thinking of what others think they should do. wallflowers are shy people
savanna
wildflowers are wonderful. one day my boyfriend and I were driving along a country road and we were talking about how happy we were in that moment. the next thing you know, he had the car pulled over and he was running into the field to grab some of the wildflowers from the side of the road! Absolutely beautiful!
allison
I enjoy the magic of wildflowers. However, they put me in touch with a longing that is sad to think about and hard to satisfy. Because there was a time when I lived in a spot that was filled with wildflowers. But I couldn’t stay there.
Donna
Once upon a time, there was a wildflower who lived among a valley of roses. She usually felt left out, but today was the first day of winter. Luckily, she reproduces fast. Unlike those roses.
Kristin
beauty, natural, clean, good, fresh, refreshing, cool, adornment, peaceful, calm, colorful, soft, as it should be, warm, moist, gentle,
Lynn
free flowing like a damsel’s dress cascading down a waterfall. falling further. falling faster. drifting into an ocean of hands. tearing at seams. there’s nothing left. there’ll never be enough.
anthony
yellow flowers in a wet green field. pretty little girls in white dresses and bear feet. Old people holding hands. birds and bees and butterflies. picnics and hot tea. laughter and ribbons and bows.
Brianna
wildflowers filled her room,
my sanctuary in the old days.
used to be a refuge, now it is cold and heartless.
she has moved on to another man, and there is nothing i can do but cry.
Mike
I love wildflowers. I think most wildflowers are much prettier than the flowers you can purchase from a florist. I especially love daisies and black-eyed Susans. Although queen anne’s lace is lovely as well. I love seeing a field filled with wildflowers.
Sharon
i killed a wildflower carrying man once. he was asking for it. what with his jaunty good looks and ne’er do well stride, i knew he had no drive to further the abandonment of the species. i felt him to be unworthy of this bit of god’s creation and thus exacted due punishment. i can’t wait to have
juan
microcosm
seridipidous flatulence crack shower engel tiger feeler house cracker mastiff micology hereditary owl rabbit roger time salad ache steven gargle
cameron
Pudiera decir cualquier cosa acerca del término «wildflower», que en castellano vendría a significar algo así como «flor salvaje».
And so it was… The misty wildflower who catch my soul and prevents me of escaping this forest of green and brown, this forest of law and chaos, this forest of real and fantasy…
Wildflower…
Ao A.
The wildflowers are bloooming today.
Beautiful, aren’t they?
You could spend hours out here. Days, even. Just waiting and watching and admiring.
I hate it when she calls me “wildflower”. Is it some sort of pet name or an insult? I can never decide with her. One minute she wants to be with you always the next she’s “finding herself”.
God, I miss her…
I picked a wildflower for you. I pulled it out of the Earth and handed it to you. His family missed him, they had no idea where he had gone, so I went back to your house, liberated the wildflower and drove four hours to return him to his loving family.
flowers, nature, smell, beauty, rar, fragil, rough, small, coloured
Wildflowers are almost a metaphor for the majority of people. They are plentiful and beautiful in their own way yet not valued as though they are.
I love wildflowers. They remind me of a picture taking session my mom and my sisters and I did when I was younger. Twelve maybe. All dressed alike and doing our usual fighting. But we were together, and the field was beautiful. Even if I never like any of the pictures I like that memory. It’s very.. us.
the wildflowers waved gently in the wind as i watched them through the backseat passenger window. the time was passing and i was changing… for the better, i like to think. the twilight was deepening and i felt whole again.
There I am, there I will forever be; plastered to the background, held up against the beauty of wildflower. I am wallflower.
scares the wildflowers were this year and it worried him. It meant that the rains wouldnt come and it would be another season of watching the sky. His wife clutched his hand “we will get through this”
let’s sit in a field of wildflowers, let the wind kiss our cheeks, and let the shade rinse our minds. let’s forget the world. i wish it didn’t matter, after all. because all that matters to me is you, and the wildflower you have tucked behind your ear. it smiles at me.
wild flowers are mostly indeserted area.they grow bythemself and in dirty places.they are not good for health. you cant smell them. wild flowers are wild. they are harmful for human beings.
the flower is like the mind. so many ideas budding off like petals. spreading ideas like seeds.
turning over in my head the picture of that gold and red flower that stood so tall and proud beside your head as you lay there mocking me with your affection
it’s probably dead now that flower, stomped on by an excited child
the wildflower grill conotes a feeling of east meets west; fire meets water; peace meets fury. Still, despite such extreme interactions and interesections, unity is born. It is peaceful. It magically transforms the differences into a natural entity free of boundaries, free of pressure, free of … anything.
you’re like a wildflower growing out of a nest of brackish weed and broken crucifixes. you’re like a lost city somewhere in between salty red hills, and the road to me is long and stained with red wildflowers.
Wildflowers make you think there really might be a God.
sitting in a field bright yellow and firey sun is shining and the sky is blue and it is all alone. I want to walk up to it and just look at not pick it. Its color is so bright against the blue sky
emptying my head onto an untitled-notepad canvas at 12:34 am.
emptying my head is a lot easier than emptying my heart.
emptying my heart Would take a lIfetime, one that i no Longer have to give.
emptying my heart woulD require your liFetime, which i am no Longer privy tO take.
emptying my soul Would scare me, so i change subjEcts to keep you talking foreveR…
because keeping you talking is what keeps me going.
sunny beautiful and yellow. wild and carefree. living for the moment. time is no constraint. free and able. colorful. decorates dull highways and lawns. grows where it wills
birds fly over head, the bees zip around, doing their earthly duty. The wildflowers grow, completing their fleeting tasks. All is as it should be in the fields, though darkness approaches.
Like the wildflower sways in the breeze, we must bend our perceptions to make it through.
Sometimes I wish that I could hold your hand and run through the wildflowers with you and then we could roll around and giggle and make love. That would be the best thing ever, but then again I would go anywhere or do anything just to be with you. I love you.
I wish all weeds were wildflowers, kinda like life dont ya think…
i feel like the world is potentially a field of flowers, everything is ready for picking, but everything has protection, their thorns, poison, the bees lurking and waiting to sting you, it seems like all i can pull is thorns now, seems like the flowers may be behind me, but im so young, forever in the future i will have a flower, many flowers, i will forever be able to smell perfection like the smell of flowers, and the flowered perfume of someone that loves me.
The widlflower blows in the wind as the sun shines above, the wildflower seems to be the most beautiful color, whites, blues yellows. Wildflowers all over the side of the country roads, leading up the hills into heaven. Wildflowers are so beautiful, that I can’t help but think they are my favorite things along lifes highway
i was driving through illinois when we drove into at a run down truck stop and i was waiting for my mother to get out of the bathroom while these men behind me had no teeth. i noticed a wildflower poster on the wall and decided i would take the time to learn a few names. i’ve noticed them everywhere i go since that day.
wildflowers symbolise, to me, living in circumstances that might otherwise be considered lousy, you know, if you were a flower you’d probably be more special if you lived in a flowerbox or the president’s garden. it’s funny how, in all honesty, wildflowers are the most beautiful of all and the most productive.
I love my little wildflower but does she love me?
I can’t stand the thought of ever telling her but if I don’t I may implode. If I do tell her I might risk are friend ship and after all isn’t friend ship is the best ship to be on?
wildflowers grow in feilds, or in the forrest or by the ocean. they enjoy live without thinking of what others think they should do. wallflowers are shy people
wildflowers are wonderful. one day my boyfriend and I were driving along a country road and we were talking about how happy we were in that moment. the next thing you know, he had the car pulled over and he was running into the field to grab some of the wildflowers from the side of the road! Absolutely beautiful!
I enjoy the magic of wildflowers. However, they put me in touch with a longing that is sad to think about and hard to satisfy. Because there was a time when I lived in a spot that was filled with wildflowers. But I couldn’t stay there.
Once upon a time, there was a wildflower who lived among a valley of roses. She usually felt left out, but today was the first day of winter. Luckily, she reproduces fast. Unlike those roses.
beauty, natural, clean, good, fresh, refreshing, cool, adornment, peaceful, calm, colorful, soft, as it should be, warm, moist, gentle,
free flowing like a damsel’s dress cascading down a waterfall. falling further. falling faster. drifting into an ocean of hands. tearing at seams. there’s nothing left. there’ll never be enough.
yellow flowers in a wet green field. pretty little girls in white dresses and bear feet. Old people holding hands. birds and bees and butterflies. picnics and hot tea. laughter and ribbons and bows.
wildflowers filled her room,
my sanctuary in the old days.
used to be a refuge, now it is cold and heartless.
she has moved on to another man, and there is nothing i can do but cry.
I love wildflowers. I think most wildflowers are much prettier than the flowers you can purchase from a florist. I especially love daisies and black-eyed Susans. Although queen anne’s lace is lovely as well. I love seeing a field filled with wildflowers.
i killed a wildflower carrying man once. he was asking for it. what with his jaunty good looks and ne’er do well stride, i knew he had no drive to further the abandonment of the species. i felt him to be unworthy of this bit of god’s creation and thus exacted due punishment. i can’t wait to have
microcosm
seridipidous flatulence crack shower engel tiger feeler house cracker mastiff micology hereditary owl rabbit roger time salad ache steven gargle
Pudiera decir cualquier cosa acerca del término «wildflower», que en castellano vendría a significar algo así como «flor salvaje».
And so it was… The misty wildflower who catch my soul and prevents me of escaping this forest of green and brown, this forest of law and chaos, this forest of real and fantasy…
Wildflower…
The wildflowers are bloooming today.
Beautiful, aren’t they?
You could spend hours out here. Days, even. Just waiting and watching and admiring.
Time is nonexistant.