The last I saw of her as she walked out the door for the final time was that flower in her hair. “Ficus?” I asked, just as she thrust the door open.
“Orchid. You idiot. Jesus. It’s a goddamned orchid.”
Luke!
my mom grows orchids and she always gets so excited when they start to grow for real. they always remind me of some far off futuristic factory where flowers are genetically designed.
quin
dancing magical failure lightness effortfully gliding in the stem’s solid core. Removing all chance of hoping for removal as the friscillating dusklight rips to shreds your thoughts ideas feelings. Cold and small, objective and everything all the same. None of it is any less than real or any more than there. Hovering dew and spiders gaurd its base as the rain mists around. Vines of solid bronze, coppery verdi-gris growing with them and around them protect it.
Michael
what
what
i think color and fruit-to-be and unfortunate women who are compared to this
i think of bats and bees and other winged and non-winged things searching
i think also of misspellings of archers, amazons, groves
and children. of these ovaries and others
chony
Orchid? I don’t know what this word is.
It makes me think of spiders. Like arachnid. Maybe just because of the way I’m pronouncing it, which is too possibly false. Did that make sense.
Aaron
purple fragile flower, dainty and fragrant. Beautiful, wonderful. Realxing and enjoyable. Long green stem with dainty leaves cradling it’s flower.
ktwolf
in the field of flowers i found myself
drifting
thinking
lifting up my arms and wondering if an orchid is happy to be just like me
it is beautiful
it is lovely and complete
janet sanders
She tossed the orchid into the open grave. The driving rain forced her to retreat. She turned and left; leaving things still unsaid.
Joe Dunnbridge
The flowers bloomed throughout the estate. Despite the recent death in the family, we all showed up to the orchard to visit. The orchids smelt beautiful today, with the slight wind and the beaming sunlight. The next day, the orchids weeped, as if mourning the loss of a dear friend.
Mac
I was walking through the pasture with orchids growing all around me. I was walking with the person that I loved, but can i ever tell him? I wish he would pick one of those beautiful flowers and give one to me, so that I know he loves me too.
mia
One day the farmer sat on a rock looking at the beautiful sunset behind his orchid.
shivani bhushan
She smelled the orchid. It reminded her of the times before all the pain. She longed to escape into the orchid, to erase the memories that haunted her. She prayed in that moment that it was all a dream, that when she opened her eyes, she would return to the happier times; she’d be able to start all over.
Anonymous
She smelled the orchid. It reminded her of the times before all the pain. She longed to escape into the orchid, to erase the memories that haunted her. She prayed in that moment that it was all a dream, that when she opened her eyes, she would return to the happier times; she’d be able to start all over.
Anonymous
My aunt margaret collects orchids, she’s in the society of orchid collectors
i like her, but she complains a lot about her husband dave although i think she may be lonely
orchids are beautiful flowers, in a wordswrorthian natural beauty natural laws kinda way
rachel
The orchid is a flower full or beauty. It is difficult to take care of and requires much attention. The band, The White Stripes wrote a song entitled, “The Blue Orchid.” It is not said if it directly referring to the flower or not.
Nina Mistry
purple beautiful flower spring grass grow pick smell give to the one you love. striking colors of beauty. pollen
Anonymous
ct
Anonymous
My brandfather grown orchids. I like purple ones. They would make nice fairy picture sketches if i could draw like i want to be able to. tat made no sense.
Anonymous
flower nectar butterfly pollen pollenate photosynthesis bees insects grass trees garden growth blue sprout dirt bulb bloom hummingbird feather pedal
Kirk McGurk
A flower. A black orchid at a funeral. A last goodbye, sorrowful remembrance. All hope is lost… It is plucked and withers and dies. Like humanity. Despair.
Salanna
The orchid lays on the table, withering as the days pass by and nobody touches it. She walks past it, ignoring the dying petals, pretending as though it isn’t there, as if it never existed.
Linad.
Orchid
A pretty flower
Such a adorable little flower, I just want to pick you,
You and only you
I want you to be mine…so that I can give you to my love
I can give you to my love as a gift..
Little orchid, your life will end so that love can go on.
Jangles
The orchid was large and vibrant and beautiful. She brushed her hand along it, her eyes welling up with tears. He had always been so sweet. She remembered the day he had given her the flower.
Anonymous
i like orchid’s because they make me think of light purple and green and white which are nice colors. maybe because it’s spring-like. they’re peaceful and i like them. i want to live in a place that has some orchids so i can look at them and smell them
jordan lark
when I think of orchids, I think of a beautiful flower, but I also think of a sad moment. Not sure why. Maybe because orchids are something that usually accompanies a casket. How weird is that?
janet ayotte
I’m thinking about my aunt’s old orchard, even if that’s not the right word. I was young. The trees were not. Avocado was probably the fruit of my childhood.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, orchids
Myona
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Orchis are amazing i want to write about a girl who got an orchid and did something out of the ordinary with it. she ate it , she designed an entire dress around it, she journeyd thru the Amazon to find its wild source, she fell in love with the man even tho he didn’t deserve it
Anonymous
one day i was walking along a long winding corridor, the corridor was dim but there was a light coming from the end of it. i approached the light and escaped out into the dazzling sunlight and orchids, shinning, shimmering shameless orchids with their sex organs hanging out
avislova@gmail.com
It is a flower that smells beautiful. It is white and looks so delicate. It makes you think of elegance when you see it. It makes me think of women who always have their hair perfect, their make up perfect, and their outfits are to a tee. It makes you want to try and be like that, but then you realize it will eventually die.
Kimberly
purple flower petal pretty summer hot wind roses smell sweet
Anonymous
“The orchids smell beautiful this time of year,” thought Sonya. “If only I were able to go pick some.”
The flowers, the sun, the gentle breeze – they all reminded her of a simple time, a time before when she was allowed to leave the house without the threat of illness immediately.
nicolethis
The flowers smelled beautiful. The pleasant breeze lifted strands of her hair and she lifted her face towards the blue sky, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of life. Her blue eyes opened once again as she cautiously cradled an orchid in her hand, gently plucked it, and kept it for safe keeping.
emilie
Orchids have always been my favourite flowers. They have such balance, yet are so precariously built that just looking at them might destroy them. They feel temporary, but oh so lovely.
I want to be like that sometimes.
AnnA
the orchid in her hair was a gorgeous pink color, unfolding and blossoming, as if mirroring her. She was smiling prettily from the confines of the frame, her last day, her last words spoken, her last birthday. Beside her is her proud father, later to be reduced to nothing but a wreck, and her equally proud mother, who would later tell the world her daughter’s secrets.
lola
It was in the orchid where Florence took her first and last step.
Kav P
It was sweet in the air, the scent of death. It was never hard to find, for some reason it smelled like orchids to me. I guess every angel smells it differently. Now, when someone who wasn’t going to heaven dies, they don’t smell of orchids. No, they smell of much worse things, and when we find them, sometimes it’s like dying all over again, those people who are so rotten through and through that you can’t breathe.
Grace
so chyann and i took the orchid from the pot and split it in half in stuck each half in each other’s mouths. at the time it seemed silly but it all seemed worth it in the end. what exactly gave us excuse to challenge the seductiveness of the plant? after all, they’re the only plant that reproduce sexually. my stomach ached with pain from the plant and mixed in frosted weeked has
There was an orchid in thre field.
The last I saw of her as she walked out the door for the final time was that flower in her hair. “Ficus?” I asked, just as she thrust the door open.
“Orchid. You idiot. Jesus. It’s a goddamned orchid.”
my mom grows orchids and she always gets so excited when they start to grow for real. they always remind me of some far off futuristic factory where flowers are genetically designed.
dancing magical failure lightness effortfully gliding in the stem’s solid core. Removing all chance of hoping for removal as the friscillating dusklight rips to shreds your thoughts ideas feelings. Cold and small, objective and everything all the same. None of it is any less than real or any more than there. Hovering dew and spiders gaurd its base as the rain mists around. Vines of solid bronze, coppery verdi-gris growing with them and around them protect it.
what
i think color and fruit-to-be and unfortunate women who are compared to this
i think of bats and bees and other winged and non-winged things searching
i think also of misspellings of archers, amazons, groves
and children. of these ovaries and others
Orchid? I don’t know what this word is.
It makes me think of spiders. Like arachnid. Maybe just because of the way I’m pronouncing it, which is too possibly false. Did that make sense.
purple fragile flower, dainty and fragrant. Beautiful, wonderful. Realxing and enjoyable. Long green stem with dainty leaves cradling it’s flower.
in the field of flowers i found myself
drifting
thinking
lifting up my arms and wondering if an orchid is happy to be just like me
it is beautiful
it is lovely and complete
She tossed the orchid into the open grave. The driving rain forced her to retreat. She turned and left; leaving things still unsaid.
The flowers bloomed throughout the estate. Despite the recent death in the family, we all showed up to the orchard to visit. The orchids smelt beautiful today, with the slight wind and the beaming sunlight. The next day, the orchids weeped, as if mourning the loss of a dear friend.
I was walking through the pasture with orchids growing all around me. I was walking with the person that I loved, but can i ever tell him? I wish he would pick one of those beautiful flowers and give one to me, so that I know he loves me too.
One day the farmer sat on a rock looking at the beautiful sunset behind his orchid.
She smelled the orchid. It reminded her of the times before all the pain. She longed to escape into the orchid, to erase the memories that haunted her. She prayed in that moment that it was all a dream, that when she opened her eyes, she would return to the happier times; she’d be able to start all over.
She smelled the orchid. It reminded her of the times before all the pain. She longed to escape into the orchid, to erase the memories that haunted her. She prayed in that moment that it was all a dream, that when she opened her eyes, she would return to the happier times; she’d be able to start all over.
My aunt margaret collects orchids, she’s in the society of orchid collectors
i like her, but she complains a lot about her husband dave although i think she may be lonely
orchids are beautiful flowers, in a wordswrorthian natural beauty natural laws kinda way
The orchid is a flower full or beauty. It is difficult to take care of and requires much attention. The band, The White Stripes wrote a song entitled, “The Blue Orchid.” It is not said if it directly referring to the flower or not.
purple beautiful flower spring grass grow pick smell give to the one you love. striking colors of beauty. pollen
ct
My brandfather grown orchids. I like purple ones. They would make nice fairy picture sketches if i could draw like i want to be able to. tat made no sense.
flower nectar butterfly pollen pollenate photosynthesis bees insects grass trees garden growth blue sprout dirt bulb bloom hummingbird feather pedal
A flower. A black orchid at a funeral. A last goodbye, sorrowful remembrance. All hope is lost… It is plucked and withers and dies. Like humanity. Despair.
The orchid lays on the table, withering as the days pass by and nobody touches it. She walks past it, ignoring the dying petals, pretending as though it isn’t there, as if it never existed.
Orchid
A pretty flower
Such a adorable little flower, I just want to pick you,
You and only you
I want you to be mine…so that I can give you to my love
I can give you to my love as a gift..
Little orchid, your life will end so that love can go on.
The orchid was large and vibrant and beautiful. She brushed her hand along it, her eyes welling up with tears. He had always been so sweet. She remembered the day he had given her the flower.
i like orchid’s because they make me think of light purple and green and white which are nice colors. maybe because it’s spring-like. they’re peaceful and i like them. i want to live in a place that has some orchids so i can look at them and smell them
when I think of orchids, I think of a beautiful flower, but I also think of a sad moment. Not sure why. Maybe because orchids are something that usually accompanies a casket. How weird is that?
I’m thinking about my aunt’s old orchard, even if that’s not the right word. I was young. The trees were not. Avocado was probably the fruit of my childhood.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, orchids
o
Orchis are amazing i want to write about a girl who got an orchid and did something out of the ordinary with it. she ate it , she designed an entire dress around it, she journeyd thru the Amazon to find its wild source, she fell in love with the man even tho he didn’t deserve it
one day i was walking along a long winding corridor, the corridor was dim but there was a light coming from the end of it. i approached the light and escaped out into the dazzling sunlight and orchids, shinning, shimmering shameless orchids with their sex organs hanging out
It is a flower that smells beautiful. It is white and looks so delicate. It makes you think of elegance when you see it. It makes me think of women who always have their hair perfect, their make up perfect, and their outfits are to a tee. It makes you want to try and be like that, but then you realize it will eventually die.
purple flower petal pretty summer hot wind roses smell sweet
“The orchids smell beautiful this time of year,” thought Sonya. “If only I were able to go pick some.”
The flowers, the sun, the gentle breeze – they all reminded her of a simple time, a time before when she was allowed to leave the house without the threat of illness immediately.
The flowers smelled beautiful. The pleasant breeze lifted strands of her hair and she lifted her face towards the blue sky, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of life. Her blue eyes opened once again as she cautiously cradled an orchid in her hand, gently plucked it, and kept it for safe keeping.
Orchids have always been my favourite flowers. They have such balance, yet are so precariously built that just looking at them might destroy them. They feel temporary, but oh so lovely.
I want to be like that sometimes.
the orchid in her hair was a gorgeous pink color, unfolding and blossoming, as if mirroring her. She was smiling prettily from the confines of the frame, her last day, her last words spoken, her last birthday. Beside her is her proud father, later to be reduced to nothing but a wreck, and her equally proud mother, who would later tell the world her daughter’s secrets.
It was in the orchid where Florence took her first and last step.
It was sweet in the air, the scent of death. It was never hard to find, for some reason it smelled like orchids to me. I guess every angel smells it differently. Now, when someone who wasn’t going to heaven dies, they don’t smell of orchids. No, they smell of much worse things, and when we find them, sometimes it’s like dying all over again, those people who are so rotten through and through that you can’t breathe.
so chyann and i took the orchid from the pot and split it in half in stuck each half in each other’s mouths. at the time it seemed silly but it all seemed worth it in the end. what exactly gave us excuse to challenge the seductiveness of the plant? after all, they’re the only plant that reproduce sexually. my stomach ached with pain from the plant and mixed in frosted weeked has