I am a Wildflower in a field of popis
Im completely out of place and dont belong
no one knows where I am coming from, no one looks like me, no one likes me because im different
being alone is ok sometimes, but not when your all alone all the time
I wish to be in a field of wildflowers, so I can be like everyone else…. I would give anything to find another like me
Laura
I am immediately reminded of the last English class I was in. This one guy in the class who is a complete activist, yet does not even remotely begin to look the part (he looks like your typical prep/jock boy), pulled out a Wildflower field guide during the break. As if I didn’t find him puzzling enough, now he’s extremely interested in Wildflowers.
Busty
In the midst of the field, there was the wildflower.
It was said that a wildflower was born once every universe. This was the center. The tower that guides the skies from crashing into the earth.
The wildflower.
The wild child.
Call her.
Eh. I panicked.
She was like a wildflower. no one knew where she’d come from, and very few–only her closest friends and those who took the time to study her strangeness–knew her real name. Like a wildflower, there was a strange, simple beauty about her. And like the wildflowers, she vanished with the winter.
Kat
Wildflowers are beautiful on the side of the highway, in the median. I know that’s a contradiction, on the side in the median. Oh well. My boyfriend was playing Lost Odyssey today, and in it there was a story about the main character’s little girl who died, but loved these white wildflowers that were everywhere in the little town they lived in. He wanted to throw one on her grave, but couldn’t bear to pick the flowers and take them from their tiny lives.
Keri
The wildflower grew so sadly that even the yellow in its petals could not see the sun.
amanda
lavender. amazing. blowing in the wind. crazzzzzzzzy. wildflower. losing petals. untameable. not managable. exciting. different. DEFIANT. undiscovered.
jessica m
a wild flower, i dont know muich about them, but i can think of two things one is boyscouts, i am an eagle scout, which is cool i guess, but the main thing i think of is when i played little league baseball i would be in the outfield, which sucked but i would stare at the wildflowers and clover. that was cool, little odd though.
Jake Payne
wildflowers remind me of hippies and fields, i imagine myself just running through a giant green feild filled with wildflowers and daisies and all sorts of different flowers. just chilling to the sounds of the weepies and sublime.
Brianna
I have wildflowers in my driveway. I planted them a few months ago. I thought they’d be beautiful, because they were packaged up in a little envelope of seeds, but they really weren’t. They grew up long and stringy, and I had to cut them down when they flopped over. Don’t buy seed packages that say “wildflowers” on them!
eric
The wildflowers grew rampant in the fields. Their colours gleamed in the harsh summer sun, purples, golds, and whites. Their heavy scent clung to the thick, warm air and travelled on gentle breezes into the town. I loved the smell of summer.
Shannon Zapotichny
a flower. its pretty, beautiful, smells nice, i wish i have one now. a great gift. something i would give my mom. it can be grown, it can be bought, it can be sell.
ashley
I have the need to be pollinated but not in a controlled, organized, correctly PH-balanced manner. We are talking about uninhibited, crazy, balls-out pollination that knows no boundaries or rules. I will not sit in a row in a field where I can be picked cohesively – I prefer to be in a field where my beauty is recognized by the unkemptness of the fields around me and the vitality of my colour.
I will not be measured by my trimness. I will be appreciated for my beauty.
Angela West
yellow…amazingly yellow…dazzlingly yellow…swaying in the breeze…smelling of the earth…smiling…yellow…mirroring the sun…soaking in the day…jaundice…yellow.
kim
Set me free.
This dirt is binding and I am a wildflower.
Sean Gagne
they grow with reckless abandon. Nothing hits them with any kind of conscience. They believe in only themselves and nothing more. They care about their own existence. the perfect metaphor for a bad boyfriend or girlfriend.
Skippy
I like wildflowers. They are beautiful and of course wildflowers are plentiful here in Texas, especially bluebonnets, which are the state flower. While bluebonnets are pretty, I prefer sunflowers and those with orange and red colors.
Tre
The only thing standing between me and the rest of my life is one dandelion growing between the cracks of the highway.
Robert Foxwell
wildflower
why am i writing about you again?
my last writing was not rated a 10
but amongst all others i am not all that serious
whatevs
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wildflowers are GORG like MASCCCC<333
mhm yea they are really pretty
pretty like mittie (mittens)
does this make me feel important?
sure why not i haz a pretty kitty
akel
A beautiful field of wildflowers in the middle of the country, a glorious sun shines on them and the wind blows them from side to side. Their wonderful aroma
JAF
From the clean sheet of snow protruded a lone wildflower – something unnamed – in brown and yellow.
Amanda
okay so wildflowers are totally hott and maybe extinct? mmm ye yea know but whatever.
so wildflowers..isnt that a tv show? idk but they sound pretty. almost like a daisy! daisy i feel like thats one of my friends pets names? OH ITS MY MOMS FRIENDS BUNNY haha thats cute so back to flowers of the wild, what color are they they sound yellow
aek!
you belong along the wildeflowers, you belong in a place far at sea, sail away kill off the hours, you belong in a place you feel free. i wish i could live among the wild flower and be free from all my work and everything that ties me down. school work is very stressful as is everyday life dealing with friends and family
caroline
A boy sees this beautiful girl, he loves her at first sight. He goes walking through the forest to follow her, on his way he sees a wildflower. He sees the yellow in it. The yellow is her long blonde hair. The brown is her beautiful deep brown eyes. The stem is her long, endless legs. He picks the flower and follows her a bit longer. He notices she is going into the church. He feels he must say somethign to her. He runs up to her and gives her the flower and tells her she is teh most beautiful thing in the world. In the end, they wind up getting married.
Shannon
three days ago i kissed her,
let her leaves wash over me
and tear the blankets from
my eyes-shattered battered
broken-
three days ago i feel in love,
let her petals caress my cheeks
until my heart exploded and i
died beside her stem, laughing
softly as the wind sent her
flying
into
the
sun
carissa
pretty purples pick for grandma that is illegal brown in the winter yellow beautiful smells good clumps of them everywhere colorado none around here the occasiona weed, weeds, poppies, sunflowers, dandelions, rubber, scant, pick, dry for artwork, photograph, fields of flowers, looking towards the sun, close at night, die too quickly, run through fields of them, scents, too spicy, reds, blues, greens, columbines, cactus, ocatillo, plant, throw seeds everywhere, let the wind catch and spread, nice to see in the morning, natural, organic, special, lovely, wonderful, petals, leaf, stems, bunches,
stacy
wildflowers are beautiful things commonly grown in large fields. They can be given to a sweetheart, put in a vase, or even just planted in your window sill. If you have ever seen a picture of large fields of wildflowers, then you would know just how breath taking it can be
Kenneth
It is pretty. It can be different colors. It grows in the fields in the summertime. I like to smell it and watch it wave in the breeze. I wish i had a farm with a big field so I could pick wild
Linda
wildflower reminds me of that band wallflower. they were good i guess. that lead singer was bob dylans kid i think. they had that good song in the godzilla movie. hero i think it was called. they play it a lot during the baseball playoffs and sometimes during football movie montages.
elliot mortell
Wildflower green grass growing wild in the city, growing in the cracks. Even though we try to keep the wild out, it somehow gets in, finding the cracks in the fake concrete world we surround ourselves with, doing its best to remind us of what we are losing. And when we are gone, the wildflowers will govern the city, the broken city overgrown with weeds and thorns, and beauty will reclaim the world.
Allison
The wildflowers in the median were a great surprise. When you crested the hill they just burst into view. And some idiots had the nerve to pull over and start pulling them up. Stupid! There for everyone not just to live in your little jar for 24 hours.
Kristy B
amazing. just a flower with the beauty of being completely undisturbed in nature. that is the true nature of a so called “wildflower”. a flower from the wild, unscathed by the many blunders of man.
Carlos Preising
A wildflower came to me in a dream of roses and lilies. why wildflower, what message do you have for me? In a world that adores beauty and control, the one not controlled may be most beautiful of all.
Travis Rindler
i thought that the flowers were just a space. a space in which to roll around, a background on which to have a life. I didnt see them until now as something significant in and of themselves until now.
Amy
that’s what they named her. A pitbull picked up at the pound. Lisa said she needed a pretty name and Jarvis said what’s prettier than a wildflower so that’s how it happened. Like one of the plucky beauties on the side of the interstate grown by exhaust
sloan
wild and flowerfull
claire
WE SAW WILDFLOWERS IN ABUNDANCE when we went hiking in the grave yard hills. Why are the W
Danielle
wild flowers i feel are too controlled fro their names, to pretty to be called wild
Taylor
As I walk along the meadow, I see wildflowers all around my feet. How did they get here? Where did they come from? Did they ride in from a wind, unaware of where they were going but only knowing the smell of where they had been? Did they come in on the shoes of a stranger, looking for solace and a place to call home? All I know is that now they are here, as I am, and we’re both from elsewhere.
Lenore
I don’t ever see them. They sound nice though. My garden is a mess, a complete mess, full of weeds and nothing good at all. There are some nice flowers, whether they are wild or not is really not clear to me. Actually that’s ridiculous, they can’t be wild. Are weeds wild? They’re not flowers, but they might be wild. What a conundrum.
I am a Wildflower in a field of popis
Im completely out of place and dont belong
no one knows where I am coming from, no one looks like me, no one likes me because im different
being alone is ok sometimes, but not when your all alone all the time
I wish to be in a field of wildflowers, so I can be like everyone else…. I would give anything to find another like me
I am immediately reminded of the last English class I was in. This one guy in the class who is a complete activist, yet does not even remotely begin to look the part (he looks like your typical prep/jock boy), pulled out a Wildflower field guide during the break. As if I didn’t find him puzzling enough, now he’s extremely interested in Wildflowers.
In the midst of the field, there was the wildflower.
It was said that a wildflower was born once every universe. This was the center. The tower that guides the skies from crashing into the earth.
The wildflower.
The wild child.
Call her.
She was like a wildflower. no one knew where she’d come from, and very few–only her closest friends and those who took the time to study her strangeness–knew her real name. Like a wildflower, there was a strange, simple beauty about her. And like the wildflowers, she vanished with the winter.
Wildflowers are beautiful on the side of the highway, in the median. I know that’s a contradiction, on the side in the median. Oh well. My boyfriend was playing Lost Odyssey today, and in it there was a story about the main character’s little girl who died, but loved these white wildflowers that were everywhere in the little town they lived in. He wanted to throw one on her grave, but couldn’t bear to pick the flowers and take them from their tiny lives.
The wildflower grew so sadly that even the yellow in its petals could not see the sun.
lavender. amazing. blowing in the wind. crazzzzzzzzy. wildflower. losing petals. untameable. not managable. exciting. different. DEFIANT. undiscovered.
a wild flower, i dont know muich about them, but i can think of two things one is boyscouts, i am an eagle scout, which is cool i guess, but the main thing i think of is when i played little league baseball i would be in the outfield, which sucked but i would stare at the wildflowers and clover. that was cool, little odd though.
wildflowers remind me of hippies and fields, i imagine myself just running through a giant green feild filled with wildflowers and daisies and all sorts of different flowers. just chilling to the sounds of the weepies and sublime.
I have wildflowers in my driveway. I planted them a few months ago. I thought they’d be beautiful, because they were packaged up in a little envelope of seeds, but they really weren’t. They grew up long and stringy, and I had to cut them down when they flopped over. Don’t buy seed packages that say “wildflowers” on them!
The wildflowers grew rampant in the fields. Their colours gleamed in the harsh summer sun, purples, golds, and whites. Their heavy scent clung to the thick, warm air and travelled on gentle breezes into the town. I loved the smell of summer.
a flower. its pretty, beautiful, smells nice, i wish i have one now. a great gift. something i would give my mom. it can be grown, it can be bought, it can be sell.
I have the need to be pollinated but not in a controlled, organized, correctly PH-balanced manner. We are talking about uninhibited, crazy, balls-out pollination that knows no boundaries or rules. I will not sit in a row in a field where I can be picked cohesively – I prefer to be in a field where my beauty is recognized by the unkemptness of the fields around me and the vitality of my colour.
I will not be measured by my trimness. I will be appreciated for my beauty.
yellow…amazingly yellow…dazzlingly yellow…swaying in the breeze…smelling of the earth…smiling…yellow…mirroring the sun…soaking in the day…jaundice…yellow.
Set me free.
This dirt is binding and I am a wildflower.
they grow with reckless abandon. Nothing hits them with any kind of conscience. They believe in only themselves and nothing more. They care about their own existence. the perfect metaphor for a bad boyfriend or girlfriend.
I like wildflowers. They are beautiful and of course wildflowers are plentiful here in Texas, especially bluebonnets, which are the state flower. While bluebonnets are pretty, I prefer sunflowers and those with orange and red colors.
The only thing standing between me and the rest of my life is one dandelion growing between the cracks of the highway.
wildflower
why am i writing about you again?
my last writing was not rated a 10
but amongst all others i am not all that serious
whatevs
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wildflowers are GORG like MASCCCC<333
mhm yea they are really pretty
pretty like mittie (mittens)
does this make me feel important?
sure why not i haz a pretty kitty
A beautiful field of wildflowers in the middle of the country, a glorious sun shines on them and the wind blows them from side to side. Their wonderful aroma
From the clean sheet of snow protruded a lone wildflower – something unnamed – in brown and yellow.
okay so wildflowers are totally hott and maybe extinct? mmm ye yea know but whatever.
so wildflowers..isnt that a tv show? idk but they sound pretty. almost like a daisy! daisy i feel like thats one of my friends pets names? OH ITS MY MOMS FRIENDS BUNNY haha thats cute so back to flowers of the wild, what color are they they sound yellow
you belong along the wildeflowers, you belong in a place far at sea, sail away kill off the hours, you belong in a place you feel free. i wish i could live among the wild flower and be free from all my work and everything that ties me down. school work is very stressful as is everyday life dealing with friends and family
A boy sees this beautiful girl, he loves her at first sight. He goes walking through the forest to follow her, on his way he sees a wildflower. He sees the yellow in it. The yellow is her long blonde hair. The brown is her beautiful deep brown eyes. The stem is her long, endless legs. He picks the flower and follows her a bit longer. He notices she is going into the church. He feels he must say somethign to her. He runs up to her and gives her the flower and tells her she is teh most beautiful thing in the world. In the end, they wind up getting married.
three days ago i kissed her,
let her leaves wash over me
and tear the blankets from
my eyes-shattered battered
broken-
three days ago i feel in love,
let her petals caress my cheeks
until my heart exploded and i
died beside her stem, laughing
softly as the wind sent her
flying
into
the
sun
pretty purples pick for grandma that is illegal brown in the winter yellow beautiful smells good clumps of them everywhere colorado none around here the occasiona weed, weeds, poppies, sunflowers, dandelions, rubber, scant, pick, dry for artwork, photograph, fields of flowers, looking towards the sun, close at night, die too quickly, run through fields of them, scents, too spicy, reds, blues, greens, columbines, cactus, ocatillo, plant, throw seeds everywhere, let the wind catch and spread, nice to see in the morning, natural, organic, special, lovely, wonderful, petals, leaf, stems, bunches,
wildflowers are beautiful things commonly grown in large fields. They can be given to a sweetheart, put in a vase, or even just planted in your window sill. If you have ever seen a picture of large fields of wildflowers, then you would know just how breath taking it can be
It is pretty. It can be different colors. It grows in the fields in the summertime. I like to smell it and watch it wave in the breeze. I wish i had a farm with a big field so I could pick wild
wildflower reminds me of that band wallflower. they were good i guess. that lead singer was bob dylans kid i think. they had that good song in the godzilla movie. hero i think it was called. they play it a lot during the baseball playoffs and sometimes during football movie montages.
Wildflower green grass growing wild in the city, growing in the cracks. Even though we try to keep the wild out, it somehow gets in, finding the cracks in the fake concrete world we surround ourselves with, doing its best to remind us of what we are losing. And when we are gone, the wildflowers will govern the city, the broken city overgrown with weeds and thorns, and beauty will reclaim the world.
The wildflowers in the median were a great surprise. When you crested the hill they just burst into view. And some idiots had the nerve to pull over and start pulling them up. Stupid! There for everyone not just to live in your little jar for 24 hours.
amazing. just a flower with the beauty of being completely undisturbed in nature. that is the true nature of a so called “wildflower”. a flower from the wild, unscathed by the many blunders of man.
A wildflower came to me in a dream of roses and lilies. why wildflower, what message do you have for me? In a world that adores beauty and control, the one not controlled may be most beautiful of all.
i thought that the flowers were just a space. a space in which to roll around, a background on which to have a life. I didnt see them until now as something significant in and of themselves until now.
that’s what they named her. A pitbull picked up at the pound. Lisa said she needed a pretty name and Jarvis said what’s prettier than a wildflower so that’s how it happened. Like one of the plucky beauties on the side of the interstate grown by exhaust
wild and flowerfull
WE SAW WILDFLOWERS IN ABUNDANCE when we went hiking in the grave yard hills. Why are the W
wild flowers i feel are too controlled fro their names, to pretty to be called wild
As I walk along the meadow, I see wildflowers all around my feet. How did they get here? Where did they come from? Did they ride in from a wind, unaware of where they were going but only knowing the smell of where they had been? Did they come in on the shoes of a stranger, looking for solace and a place to call home? All I know is that now they are here, as I am, and we’re both from elsewhere.
I don’t ever see them. They sound nice though. My garden is a mess, a complete mess, full of weeds and nothing good at all. There are some nice flowers, whether they are wild or not is really not clear to me. Actually that’s ridiculous, they can’t be wild. Are weeds wild? They’re not flowers, but they might be wild. What a conundrum.