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Cat Fiske Jul 2016
Most of the time you tend to leave me confused,
maybe because I know you're only here to use,
and I always end up alone,
and it hurts me down to my bones,

but still my heart seems to find someone to grab onto,
and this time its you,

I wish i could trust my heart,
but its really not all that smart,
and decisions are important when it comes to love,
its not something you can dispose of,

you have to care for it with your soul,
and its harder to do when you have no control,

Sometimes I hope that person will get here on their own,
but it seems as if they all are trapped inside stone,
and only I can find them and lead them to safety,
into fields full of daisies,

he doesn't need to be manly,
I just want to feel like I have a family,

so lost boy,
stop sending me these decoy's,
I want the right boy to find me,
so we can be happy,
Liam C Calhoun Jun 2016
The ether’d suggested,
          “Say something.”
                    I didn’t.

The photos bombarded,
          “Say something.”
                    And I didn’t once more.

His widow plead, cried,
          “Say something”
                    I couldn’t.

One daughter begged,
          “Remember?
                    And I couldn’t once more.

But I bought a cake,
           “Daddy?”
                    Lit the candles,
                              “Daddy?”
                 ­                       And he didn’t;
                                                  And he wouldn’t
                                       Answer,
Because I never did.
Hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places of your past.
Blossom Jun 2016
I am
just a daisy
A tiny flower
small and obsolete
In a Field of Poppies
Who smell sweeter than I
And are larger with brighter colors
but while they might tease me for my size
It Will be Them Who are to be Plucked Away
For showing off their pretty colors in the warm sun
So I Will Get To Bloom Larger Yet Because I Am Just A Daisy
heather Apr 2016
There's a fine line between love and lust. He loves me, he loves me not. We were everything you could dream of; summer days and winter nights. He loves me, he loves me not. We were lazy mornings in bed, we were picnics in the afternoon, we were evenings spent watching golden sunsets and we were late night drives listening to old records. He loves me, he loves me not. We were unexpected rainfall and delayed trains. He loved me, he loved me not. We met in the spring, he was the warmth from the sun and I was the April showers that drowned him out. He loved me, I loved him not.
am I ever gonna write about real things ?? nope
Luna Craft Mar 2016
I feel the daisies sprouting in the cracks of my skin when I see them
Blooming with all their might, screaming
They go towards the light, he is all the sun I need
Burning, they blister out like tumors, pain that echos in my body
It doesn't really hurt however, the good times out weigh the bad
They attract butterflies that well in and out of my stomach
The roots choke the words I wish I would have said
When I explain this to him, he sounds sad, sorry
I try to tell him how it really feels, all the gory details
And the small but beautiful ones, like how these flowers let you forget the world
They let me float with him, weightless and light
I understand that this is more then a flower, it is love
And it is something I will never be able to describe clearly
J Ray Feb 2016
If I could pull the stars down one by one
You know I would, just for you
If I could just lasso that old moon
You know I would, just for you
If I could find one thing to make you smile
I’d say goodbye, and I’d drive a country mile
I’d find a field full of daisies, for the one I love
A field full of daisies, and pick them one by one
I’d give them to the girl I really love
And that’s you, baby it’s all…just for you
If I could put the sunlight in your hair
You know I would just for you
If I could stop the rains from falling down
You know I would, just for you
Since I can’t always paint a sky of blue
There’s one thing that I know I can do
I’ll find a field full of daisies, for the one I love        
A field full of daisies, and pick them one by one
I’ll give them to the girl I really love
And that’s you, baby it’s all…just for you
©J.Ray 5.15.15
This is a song I wrote....I know it's not quite my forte, but if you would like to hear it, here is the link: http://fandalism.com/fenderbender1/dB8T  No prompts to buy, I PROMISE!!!
I really hope you enjoy it, and all comments and critique are much appreciated! Thanks!!!
Renie Simone Jan 2016
Like the moon, her eyes glisten in the midnight garden
Daisies delicate in the soft breeze by her feet
Fire roars in her heart, but stays frozen to the touch
Lips like pink roses in the spring
The clouds lay in wait for a storm - she gazes
From a million miles away, stars fluoresce her gloomy skies
Aids her wandering mind to see the beauty of the night
A small nose points up as she watches
Birds soar swiftly to their nests for safety
At her feet, rodents scurry home to avoid their dark predators

The hours draw long
She stands still as the world continues to shift around her.


Gloomy skies shift to blue
Her skin warms, lips like dark wine
Daisies turn towards the rising sun
The once glistening eyes ‘come dull, her heart to stone
Stars vanish in the light, clouds fade away
Her mind stays put just as her feet
The once midnight garden becomes a field of infertility
Her dreams gone like the moonlit skies
She waits for night again.
Sam Y Starlight Jan 2016
...Delicate daisies
bathe in crystalline dewdrops
Preparing for dawn...
Rachael Judd Sep 2015
I don't want diamonds on my finger, wrap a flower around my pinky and tell me you love me,
Don't buy me jewls and golden things
Take me to a field of roses and tell me how they make you think of me.
I don't need money or clothes to be happy,
We can run naked in a field of daisies and laugh as the flowers tickle our bare feet.
Don't take me to the movies and buy me popcorn,  take me to the mountains so we can watch the moon rise.
I don't need material things I need laughter and love as the sun kisses our pale skin
Don't give me teddy bears and chocolate, give me your body and make me feel worthy
I don't need a diamond crown on my head telling me I'm a princess, put flowers in my hair and tell me I'm the queen of the forest.
Don't take me to a restaurant with fancy foods and expensive wine, take me to the to the valley and have a picnic with cheap beer and Chinese food.
I don't need a mansion, with a pool in the backyard, we can live in a shack on the harbor sipping wine from plastic cups.
All I need is nature and you
Samuel Preveda Dec 2010
Her skin was as clear as the wind,
The color of the moon,
Smelling of budding flowers and ripening fruit.
Deep as summer, smelling of fire
Dulling the senses causing me to drift into insanity
Thick as honey, sweet sweet abandonment
Drenching wild rain
She lures me with sealskin and jade eyes
Promising many nights of pleasure
A cup as deep as the ocean
Wine aged to perfection
And my thawing hands clawed towards her
Tiny pearls of water melting off of my skin
Into the grass
Burgundy delirium
And daisies.
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