Once I was walking with a boy whom I thought I would be with forever, and I looked down and saw a daisy, pretty, and flawless and perfect. And at just that moment the boy ran up and stepped on it. I don’t think ive been the same since, you live, you learn. I guess!
I found a daisy the other day. It was small and yellow with dark green leaves. I thought of how I used to run across the flower bed of daisiesthat my mother had planted when I was small. She never moaned or berated me for doing so. I often wonder if I would do the same for my children
a man has a biirthday and his wife has no gift to give. when she walks along the beach she sees another woman trying to pick daisies. they smile at each other.
because pushing them up isn’t the only problem. it’s how you live with what you’ve done. how you force yourself not to reach out a finger to brush an eyelash off a cheek; how you force yourself to look away when she touches another person — even accidentally — because it’s just another painful rend to deal with.
pushing them up means pushing his own humanity down.
pushing daisies has this really hot guy called NED and he looks soooooo hot when he hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his perpetually sexy pair of black jeans and i think that the show is so romantic because they can’t touch and yes im allergic to flowers so i sneeze especially around daisies.
“Daisy!” The 2 year old shrieked with delight and pointed it out to her father, pulling his hand and tugging him forward. I followed behind watching from a distance the joy and pure happiness they both felt because of that one little bit of life popping out between the rocks in the desert.
flower petals are white with yellow insides
they remind me of your face
fair pale, smooth, simple.
daisies in the distant with birdsong playing
like natural rhythm music, nature’s song
I love you like I love flowers.
daisy daisy, give me your answer do. I sang it to her as she got changed, I sang it to her as she headed out the door to work, I sang it when she came back from work in the evening, and throughout the evening. I sang it with a smile in my heart and on my face, and I meant every word of it.
Eventually, she turned round and said ‘you remember that concussion? Daisy was your last girlfriend, not me’ and left me.
i imagine myself in a field with all the other nonbielievers. we enjoy ourselves, but we are sad. we are so very sad. will there be a point where we will be accepted by the others?
Daisies are my favorite flower because they can grow at any time, in any place. I know they’re just pretty weeds, but they are so cheerful and encouraging, I can’t help but smile when I see them.
White petals, yellow body. Makes me think of sunshine & joy & summer. It also makes me think of sneezing & eating grass (the non-tripped out kind) and being generally fond of farms & life. It makes me think of the goodness of God. Even the word daisy is a happy word. funny how that works eh? It’s also a great song. ^_^
small yellow centred summery fun though it may be a pain as its tend to cause me allergic rhinitis. Looks nice as a cartoon drawing – in fact maybe God created it in His infancy cos it loks like a kid’s drawing of a flower. A nice name as well, probably not so much for boys though. Maybe a fella could pull it off, hmm, Driving Mr Daisy..maybe not.
the daisy was red and black in a green world singing to me. how did the fish come up for air in a sea of colours don’t think don’ think about it this is a strange experience
Daisy’s are my absolute favorite type of flower, besides black eyed suzans, but I like those because they’re not really sunflowers they’re like yellow daisy’s and they’re beautiful. Daisys’ make me feel like I’m a little girl again, I used to pick them for my mom on mothers day and put them in my hair. They’re my one connection to childhood.
i saw a daisy once. Walking home one day, I caught a glimpse of it, on the side of the road, lonesome. I bent down and touched it, afraid to disturb it too much, it looked so pristine. After a while, i sat next to it, and i waited there, not knowing what for, but i felt like it had been waiting there for a long time as well.
What in a daisy, a daisy a day to waste way those worries. So bright, albeit not true. As artificial as a cheap candy bar if you dont smell it. Daisy, rolling in the wind, fluttering with every breathe, my breathe… Between all of the blades of grass, barely there at all.
a flower. I name. Summmer anything that is happy. Waliking around in a park looking at all the flowers and you lookand see a beauiful daisy and you pick it up and relize that the world isn’t all that bad and good things can happen
Daisy was a girl who once used to live out in the country. She had long blond hair and hazel/gray eyes. When she was young she had a dragonfly necklace that her aunt had given her. Once she got older she lost it, and with that, she lost her innocence. She’s currently trying to find herself, along with someone else.
daisies
stretching on for miles.
all i see is daisies.
in every direction.
emcompassing.
surrounding.
suffocating.
the sweet smell intoxicates.
the sound of stems swishing.
the touch of the wind.
and then?
her name was daisy and she was standing on the edge of the bridge.
life could not go on any longer, as long as here husband was no longer in her life. just as she was about to jump
daisy is a flower. a pretty flower and its always along the road. On those days when you think car rides will never end you see a daisy and get hope again. daisies are small petite flowers, but they are liked by all. i dont know a person alive who doesnt like a daisy.
daisy is a nice flower and i had this gal by the same name in my class who was just so charming and yeah she had nice breasts..big one.and yes, her legs were shaved and hot and long and smooth. i touched them once to get my pencil.
by the way. how re you man. how’s it going.lets hit to the bar and have some drink.
Daisy Mountain is a town in North Phoenix Arizona. The zip code is 85085. You should come check it out. Good luck finding daisies though. It’s a bit hot
flower. jut a flower. a pretty one. yellow and white, in a summer field, no-one understands how simple it is. no-one understands the beauty of it. then there are many. many flowers. many different kinds, but we start with a daisy. happiness is the simplicity of it.
a flower that has leafes and is very pretty and i like it and it grows on meadows and its usually not sth u pick uip and have in a vase, at least it wasnt like that before but now its ok to have it althougj lately its become kind of a cliche and i prefer o
This is a flower that makes me smile, most people make chains on lazy summer afternoons, we like to ask them as children if our crush loves us, and this is always the best thing as a child!
daisies grow in abundance in meadows. i always thought daisy was a cute name for little girls and old ladies, but not as good for everyone in between. so what should you do if you’re middle-aged and your name is daisy? either accept it or call yourself “dee” or something modern and cool like that. and then when you’re senile and don’t give a shit, go
It requires sun to move on. The water makes it stronger. One time I picked a daisy and I fed it to the younger kid on my street because he was a fucktard, and everyone knows that fucktards eat flowers. You have to prepare yourself for trouble when he tells his mother.
Its a yellow daisy that my friend has been pushing up for a few years now. It was so sad when he passed on but but everyone enjoys the little yellow daisy thats now growing in the back yard under that elm tree
i am nicu and i am very happy because a i know that if a belive it will come in my life. Thiss is all about desire.This simple way of passing trough life it is so simple … hah
Once I was walking with a boy whom I thought I would be with forever, and I looked down and saw a daisy, pretty, and flawless and perfect. And at just that moment the boy ran up and stepped on it. I don’t think ive been the same since, you live, you learn. I guess!
I found a daisy the other day. It was small and yellow with dark green leaves. I thought of how I used to run across the flower bed of daisiesthat my mother had planted when I was small. She never moaned or berated me for doing so. I often wonder if I would do the same for my children
a man has a biirthday and his wife has no gift to give. when she walks along the beach she sees another woman trying to pick daisies. they smile at each other.
because pushing them up isn’t the only problem. it’s how you live with what you’ve done. how you force yourself not to reach out a finger to brush an eyelash off a cheek; how you force yourself to look away when she touches another person — even accidentally — because it’s just another painful rend to deal with.
pushing them up means pushing his own humanity down.
pushing daisies has this really hot guy called NED and he looks soooooo hot when he hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his perpetually sexy pair of black jeans and i think that the show is so romantic because they can’t touch and yes im allergic to flowers so i sneeze especially around daisies.
“Daisy!” The 2 year old shrieked with delight and pointed it out to her father, pulling his hand and tugging him forward. I followed behind watching from a distance the joy and pure happiness they both felt because of that one little bit of life popping out between the rocks in the desert.
flower petals are white with yellow insides
they remind me of your face
fair pale, smooth, simple.
daisies in the distant with birdsong playing
like natural rhythm music, nature’s song
I love you like I love flowers.
beechnuts still there. think done it. reaction I assumed
daisy daisy, give me your answer do. I sang it to her as she got changed, I sang it to her as she headed out the door to work, I sang it when she came back from work in the evening, and throughout the evening. I sang it with a smile in my heart and on my face, and I meant every word of it.
Eventually, she turned round and said ‘you remember that concussion? Daisy was your last girlfriend, not me’ and left me.
Analalalalalala lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaalalalalala plappppp
Gypsyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
i imagine myself in a field with all the other nonbielievers. we enjoy ourselves, but we are sad. we are so very sad. will there be a point where we will be accepted by the others?
Morning light shines down;
Drowning in a golden sea,
Yellow stems shoot forth.
Daisies are my favorite flower because they can grow at any time, in any place. I know they’re just pretty weeds, but they are so cheerful and encouraging, I can’t help but smile when I see them.
White petals, yellow body. Makes me think of sunshine & joy & summer. It also makes me think of sneezing & eating grass (the non-tripped out kind) and being generally fond of farms & life. It makes me think of the goodness of God. Even the word daisy is a happy word. funny how that works eh? It’s also a great song. ^_^
small yellow centred summery fun though it may be a pain as its tend to cause me allergic rhinitis. Looks nice as a cartoon drawing – in fact maybe God created it in His infancy cos it loks like a kid’s drawing of a flower. A nice name as well, probably not so much for boys though. Maybe a fella could pull it off, hmm, Driving Mr Daisy..maybe not.
so fresh, with dew on each petal, makes me think of being young, before I was molested. Does that day really exist?
the daisy was red and black in a green world singing to me. how did the fish come up for air in a sea of colours don’t think don’ think about it this is a strange experience
white peace stretch fill clean center many beautiful grate petals growth centered reaching earth bold frilly natural sun circular family
Daisy’s are my absolute favorite type of flower, besides black eyed suzans, but I like those because they’re not really sunflowers they’re like yellow daisy’s and they’re beautiful. Daisys’ make me feel like I’m a little girl again, I used to pick them for my mom on mothers day and put them in my hair. They’re my one connection to childhood.
flower power. Donald duck’s lady, funny name. smells a bit like sugar and pink
i saw a daisy once. Walking home one day, I caught a glimpse of it, on the side of the road, lonesome. I bent down and touched it, afraid to disturb it too much, it looked so pristine. After a while, i sat next to it, and i waited there, not knowing what for, but i felt like it had been waiting there for a long time as well.
What in a daisy, a daisy a day to waste way those worries. So bright, albeit not true. As artificial as a cheap candy bar if you dont smell it. Daisy, rolling in the wind, fluttering with every breathe, my breathe… Between all of the blades of grass, barely there at all.
a flower. I name. Summmer anything that is happy. Waliking around in a park looking at all the flowers and you lookand see a beauiful daisy and you pick it up and relize that the world isn’t all that bad and good things can happen
Daisy was a girl who once used to live out in the country. She had long blond hair and hazel/gray eyes. When she was young she had a dragonfly necklace that her aunt had given her. Once she got older she lost it, and with that, she lost her innocence. She’s currently trying to find herself, along with someone else.
daisies
stretching on for miles.
all i see is daisies.
in every direction.
emcompassing.
surrounding.
suffocating.
the sweet smell intoxicates.
the sound of stems swishing.
the touch of the wind.
and then?
reality.
her name was daisy and she was standing on the edge of the bridge.
life could not go on any longer, as long as here husband was no longer in her life. just as she was about to jump
daisy is a flower. a pretty flower and its always along the road. On those days when you think car rides will never end you see a daisy and get hope again. daisies are small petite flowers, but they are liked by all. i dont know a person alive who doesnt like a daisy.
daisy is a nice flower and i had this gal by the same name in my class who was just so charming and yeah she had nice breasts..big one.and yes, her legs were shaved and hot and long and smooth. i touched them once to get my pencil.
by the way. how re you man. how’s it going.lets hit to the bar and have some drink.
Daisy Mountain is a town in North Phoenix Arizona. The zip code is 85085. You should come check it out. Good luck finding daisies though. It’s a bit hot
flower. jut a flower. a pretty one. yellow and white, in a summer field, no-one understands how simple it is. no-one understands the beauty of it. then there are many. many flowers. many different kinds, but we start with a daisy. happiness is the simplicity of it.
a flower that has leafes and is very pretty and i like it and it grows on meadows and its usually not sth u pick uip and have in a vase, at least it wasnt like that before but now its ok to have it althougj lately its become kind of a cliche and i prefer o
Mmm.
Reading the word made me smile and think of happy things.
I know that a year ago a word like “daisy” would’ve made me feel nauseous and bitter.
This is what being in love does to you.
This is a flower that makes me smile, most people make chains on lazy summer afternoons, we like to ask them as children if our crush loves us, and this is always the best thing as a child!
daisies grow in abundance in meadows. i always thought daisy was a cute name for little girls and old ladies, but not as good for everyone in between. so what should you do if you’re middle-aged and your name is daisy? either accept it or call yourself “dee” or something modern and cool like that. and then when you’re senile and don’t give a shit, go
It requires sun to move on. The water makes it stronger. One time I picked a daisy and I fed it to the younger kid on my street because he was a fucktard, and everyone knows that fucktards eat flowers. You have to prepare yourself for trouble when he tells his mother.
I don’t know what it is. It’s a flower on the lawn. Fucking shitty clower. La lal lal lasdfsdfdfasdf
Its a yellow daisy that my friend has been pushing up for a few years now. It was so sad when he passed on but but everyone enjoys the little yellow daisy thats now growing in the back yard under that elm tree
a daisy, a dog, a duck.
sometimes i think that no one will ever remember.
i am nicu and i am very happy because a i know that if a belive it will come in my life. Thiss is all about desire.This simple way of passing trough life it is so simple … hah