it’s not actually orchard, that’s for sure. But you might have an orchard of orchids, the pretty flowers that mean absolutely nothing to me – a man. That said, I’ve always wanted to eat orchids, due to their mystical powers of healing and firebreathing, as told by the ancient monks of Nepal and Northumberland.
I have no idea what an orchid is, is it a fruit or some kinda place? Maybe some kind of insect. I guess i cant really write about this since i don’t know what it is. But still i write…haha
she stared at he pink flesh of the orchid, the bead of dew sitting at the cleft where the girl’s piercing had last night. all these new feelings, confusion, had melted, but they were back full force with the flower in the rain.
it is a type of plant breed and is very common in america and the sub continents of india and africa. there are many types of orchids which grow in the desert regions too. there are ornamental plants
orchid reminds me of flowers. the color orchid is what my room used to be. it kind of sounds like orchard park which is where tyler matecki is from. i cannot believe he pulled that shit with me the other day. i wish someone would send me a bouquet of orchids, just so i knew that someone, somewhere, was thinking about me. where did the word orchid come from?
A purple painted beautiful shape amongst the sharp spikes of green. Liquid petals like drops of rainbow dew sparkling and slipping down beneath the waves of green, then rising again, soft pretty flower amongst a common canopy.
Open
And show me your pale presence
Behold
And be seen
For where can the insects go
Without your hold
What can my hand pick
if not you
In the place in which you reside
plant, pretty
sitting all alone
what a color, what a choice
to be standing there
cloudy but you shine through
so bright and so sharp
you pierce the spectrum
delicate and beautiful, the orchid is a precious flower adored by many. coincedently I plan to get an orchid tattooed on my stomach. I want this to symbolize my delicacy.
flowers are boring. But girls like ’em, so there’s that I guess. I suppose they’re okay when they occur in nature, but I would go nuts if someone expected me to take the time to help them grow, via gardening and such.
Trailing orchids down her shoulders, across the swell of her bosom… That’s the type of thing he always dreamed about when he finally got Maribella alone. But this was so different. She stood there, naked, waiting, and he didn’t know how to make it special. He wanted this night to be the one night that she would remember forever, and he couldn’t think of anything.
Trailing orchids down her shoulders, across the swell of her bosom… That’s the type of thing he always dreamed about when he finally got Maribella alone. But this was so different. She stood there, naked, waiting, and he didn’t know how to make it special. He wanted this night to be the one night that she would remember forever, and he couldn’t think of anything.
Orchid’s are beautiful flowers. I’m not sure what color they are, but I want to say white. Although the word is orchid I keep thinking of oleanders. I can’t thi
i live in this place. a patch of land in an urban world of steel and plastic. associated with apples but so much more. this place is not just fruit but it is feelings.
Grace lined his window banks with orchids. She brought him flowers every day. He appreciated that. Brought some bright color to the dark room full of mahogany, and inspired his drawings. Tomorrow, he would ask for white roses. They would look beautiful in her hair.
feel the color on a good day it is the sweetnes of spring, slightly melancholy memories of love lost on others my mood sinking fast thinking of all that i carry on my shoulders how to free myself. the sweet smell the rich flower,
Mark looked at the orchids and her face in disgust. She may think they were from him, but he knew better. There was someone out there trying to be him. Trying to get in with her – to do the things he can’t, or won’t do for her.
an exercise in feeling the thing
in which there is no governing body
except the nature of pity.
fly far out of time, out of existence
to where only ghouls of the past find no voice
It is a fastidious flower, dressed in an ornate gown and perfumed beyond common sense. Its name almost seems an orchard, as though its presence fills the space where it grows and bears a fruit, a ripe mystery that is placed on a grave by a veiled woman, where it rots into black oblivion.
another orchiud in the garden, another page on the web, the monotonous life we had its only an option to be the pbest person. nobody will read this seriously. im not naive, mais je suis le leilleur!
the orchids smelt lovely at this time of year and rosie walked through the long shiny greenhouses, inhaling as much as she could the pollen-filled air. the sun shone through the windows, weak and watery through the autumn air. she smiled and ran some soil through her fingers, rubbing them together until the dirt was ingrained…
orchids make my nose itch. I hate them. Not that it matters, nobody ever gave me one. I’ve seen them plenty of times though. My sister got them every year for the high school spring dance when Jim Sultz came by for his annual date.
the black orchid fell to the floor, he regretted his decision, but she would never take him back now. Three years ago, he had given her the first orchid. One more every year on her birthday. This was the last, for sure.
i love orchids! Their beautiful colors cheer me up when I am sad and the blossoms are exquisite. I wish I could grow them at home but I know they are hard to grow
orchid
it’s not actually orchard, that’s for sure. But you might have an orchard of orchids, the pretty flowers that mean absolutely nothing to me – a man. That said, I’ve always wanted to eat orchids, due to their mystical powers of healing and firebreathing, as told by the ancient monks of Nepal and Northumberland.
I have no idea what an orchid is, is it a fruit or some kinda place? Maybe some kind of insect. I guess i cant really write about this since i don’t know what it is. But still i write…haha
she stared at he pink flesh of the orchid, the bead of dew sitting at the cleft where the girl’s piercing had last night. all these new feelings, confusion, had melted, but they were back full force with the flower in the rain.
it is a type of plant breed and is very common in america and the sub continents of india and africa. there are many types of orchids which grow in the desert regions too. there are ornamental plants
an orchid is the prettiest flower. I love the color and the way they smell
orchid reminds me of flowers. the color orchid is what my room used to be. it kind of sounds like orchard park which is where tyler matecki is from. i cannot believe he pulled that shit with me the other day. i wish someone would send me a bouquet of orchids, just so i knew that someone, somewhere, was thinking about me. where did the word orchid come from?
orchids are beautiful. they gleem and its nice and i like apples in orchids ahahahahahahaahahahahahahahah YAY
what does this mean, I’m quite confused. Let’s see what happens then! Baby Bettausstattung?
She cant figure out what she wants to do with herself…be the natural, look the craziest, dress the prettiest…she stares at the orchid…
A purple painted beautiful shape amongst the sharp spikes of green. Liquid petals like drops of rainbow dew sparkling and slipping down beneath the waves of green, then rising again, soft pretty flower amongst a common canopy.
flower
Open
And show me your pale presence
Behold
And be seen
For where can the insects go
Without your hold
What can my hand pick
if not you
In the place in which you reside
flowers i have no idea what they llook like though… white? hm.
i dont like flowers cause i cant take care of them.
this time is too long, im worried.
plant, pretty
sitting all alone
what a color, what a choice
to be standing there
cloudy but you shine through
so bright and so sharp
you pierce the spectrum
or some kind of bird, or kid. That’s what i’d like to be. a kid
delicate and beautiful, the orchid is a precious flower adored by many. coincedently I plan to get an orchid tattooed on my stomach. I want this to symbolize my delicacy.
flowers are boring. But girls like ’em, so there’s that I guess. I suppose they’re okay when they occur in nature, but I would go nuts if someone expected me to take the time to help them grow, via gardening and such.
fuck that’s just dumb.
Trailing orchids down her shoulders, across the swell of her bosom… That’s the type of thing he always dreamed about when he finally got Maribella alone. But this was so different. She stood there, naked, waiting, and he didn’t know how to make it special. He wanted this night to be the one night that she would remember forever, and he couldn’t think of anything.
Trailing orchids down her shoulders, across the swell of her bosom… That’s the type of thing he always dreamed about when he finally got Maribella alone. But this was so different. She stood there, naked, waiting, and he didn’t know how to make it special. He wanted this night to be the one night that she would remember forever, and he couldn’t think of anything.
Full
fertile blooms
succulent in their poise
and beauty
Orchid’s are beautiful flowers. I’m not sure what color they are, but I want to say white. Although the word is orchid I keep thinking of oleanders. I can’t thi
i live in this place. a patch of land in an urban world of steel and plastic. associated with apples but so much more. this place is not just fruit but it is feelings.
ORCHID GALORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My mother spends to much time planting those orchids. She should spend more time with me. Why does she love those flowers more than me?
Grace lined his window banks with orchids. She brought him flowers every day. He appreciated that. Brought some bright color to the dark room full of mahogany, and inspired his drawings. Tomorrow, he would ask for white roses. They would look beautiful in her hair.
feel the color on a good day it is the sweetnes of spring, slightly melancholy memories of love lost on others my mood sinking fast thinking of all that i carry on my shoulders how to free myself. the sweet smell the rich flower,
blossom
super
fleur de lys v
Mark looked at the orchids and her face in disgust. She may think they were from him, but he knew better. There was someone out there trying to be him. Trying to get in with her – to do the things he can’t, or won’t do for her.
an exercise in feeling the thing
in which there is no governing body
except the nature of pity.
fly far out of time, out of existence
to where only ghouls of the past find no voice
It is a fastidious flower, dressed in an ornate gown and perfumed beyond common sense. Its name almost seems an orchard, as though its presence fills the space where it grows and bears a fruit, a ripe mystery that is placed on a grave by a veiled woman, where it rots into black oblivion.
It was the ultimate corsage in the 1960’s. Carnations were cheaper so if you got an orchid, it was really special.
another orchiud in the garden, another page on the web, the monotonous life we had its only an option to be the pbest person. nobody will read this seriously. im not naive, mais je suis le leilleur!
the orchids smelt lovely at this time of year and rosie walked through the long shiny greenhouses, inhaling as much as she could the pollen-filled air. the sun shone through the windows, weak and watery through the autumn air. she smiled and ran some soil through her fingers, rubbing them together until the dirt was ingrained…
orchids make my nose itch. I hate them. Not that it matters, nobody ever gave me one. I’ve seen them plenty of times though. My sister got them every year for the high school spring dance when Jim Sultz came by for his annual date.
the black orchid fell to the floor, he regretted his decision, but she would never take him back now. Three years ago, he had given her the first orchid. One more every year on her birthday. This was the last, for sure.
i love orchids! Their beautiful colors cheer me up when I am sad and the blossoms are exquisite. I wish I could grow them at home but I know they are hard to grow