daisy amy a lackadaisical woman 000114 ... emily ...my favorite flower.....it reminds me of innocence and sunshine and summer when i was still little.... 000524 ... moonshine Hmmmmmm....once by the roadside. i stopped and this old hippie lady was selling Tie dye things out her Vw bus and she decided to bless me with a rainbow name.......Daisy.It was so hot that day. I had Daisy's in my hair, and she was spraying me with this squirt bottle of water. And every time I d come down that road and stop to talk she'd call me Daisy. My dogs name was Daisy and she wilted away and died last month ..I still miss her. 000525 ... MollyGoLightly I love daisies. 000528 ... MollyGoLightly i smell like a daisy! i smell like a daisy! tomorrow i will smell like a daffodil 000703 ... sabbie daisy and ophelia, two little girls sat hand in hand by the side of the rushing river. each clutched a wilted posy in their nervous little hands and each whispered to the other "you go first" 001009 ... Toxic_Kisses Are best when they’re blue 011011 ... mister mourning i wanna push one up but i haven't got the guts even though i know a beautiful stretch of highway on the way to vegas where i could disappear and it would go unnoticed. a big hit of acid, one last good meal and over the edge maybe someday, i suppose i could do it on the way out of vegas, spend the last night gambling the last of my money and make myself a little bet: win big or go out yeah. that's be cool. this is the benefit of having no family, i don't have to worry about hurting anyone or traumatising any of them i'll be catching up to them 011011 ... . : * p s y b o r g * : . What I might name one of my kids. Except I'd spell it Dayzee. 011029 ... Toxic_Kisses "Daisy Daisy I'm half crazy cuz I'm so In love w/ you" Any one know the rest of the song? 020516 ... tiny dot star they smile as i crush them with every step in a field full of faces underneath my feet between my toes i crush them into small people and try not to cry as every step pulls life into pieces no way to walk always under my feet i want wings to fly fly fly 020517 ... blue star daisy daisy give me your answer, do I'm half crazy All for the love of you It won't be a stylish marriage I can't afford a carriage But you'll look sweet Upon the seat Of a bicycle built for two. 020517 ... girl_jane carrot 020518 ... crimson On those Sunday mornings when everything is slow. The sun eases its way over the horizon, its beams reaching through old lace curtains for dust to idly dance in. Outside of the window, trees glisten with dew. The kitchen is safe and comfortable, painted pastel butter yellow and decorated with dark oak woodwork. The house is still and welcoming. I want someone to wake me up on that day, kissing my eyelids, warm body under warm comforter, calling me Daisy. 030928 ... crimson Flower, the pain will wash away, away When the sun shines Climbs through your window into your bed --SP 030928 ... lou_la_belle a daisy lay lying one night upon the perfect snow a passer-by stopped to look and stooping, wanted to know. just what happened to that poor flower that it ended up all alone at such a strange hour. the daisy was un-spoiled, soft and pure it's stems were not broken, it's petals straight and sure. in fact it looked quite like one had just placed it upon the sparking blanket and would come to recollect, in just a bit. and so the man waited to see if anyone came to reclaim thier lost flower and take the blame. yet not a soul did he see that whole long night while he kept watch over the daisy as if it might take flight. so long did he wait that his tired eyes began to close and before the man knew it he was in a deep doze. the morning's first light woke him with a start and glancing quickly around, saw instead of a daisy, the shape of a heart. confused at the switch the man looked round the bend, searching frantically like one who has lost his best friend. but no flowers were found even though the winter's breath was old and the poor man took off muddled and cold. what happened exactly that night he never did figure knowing only that he had been touched by something bigger. a young girl's lost daisy, her dashed hopes and dreams, had been watched over safely until the morning's beams. what more could a girl ask for when all her life's been crushed then for a shoulder to lean on and her flower, untouched. 040528 ... HAL 9000 "I'm afraid, Dave" 040528 ... Staind_And_Souless It's so weird...... My ex girlfriend is in the same play as my other ex girlfriend. They both played sixth formers. I think it's worth watching. Can't decide on a night. Oh well. I probably shouldn't go. Fuck that, I know I'm going to anyway. 050501 ... pSyche "For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. All night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment of the BEALE STREET BLUES. while a hundred pairs of golden and silver slippers shuffled the shining dust. At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor. Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed. And all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately—and the decision must be made by some force—of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality—that was close at hand. That force took shape in the middle of spring with the arrival of Tom Buchanan. There was a wholesome bulkiness about his person and his position, and Daisy was flattered. Doubtless there was a certain struggle and a certain relief. The letter reached Gatsby while he was still at Oxford." -The_Great_Gatsby I didn't like Daisy much. 060427 what's it to you? who go blather from