a bee is a funny thing. you’d think it wouldn’t be so bitter being that it can fly. no need to sting, just be a happy being. no need to hate, just pollinate. word.
the bee buzzed around my head and landed on my nose, i heard him buzz and then I did not hear him buzz but I saw him on my nose. I was petrified! Would he sting my nose? My nose is surely big enough! He sat there on my nose looking directly into my eyes and did not buzz anymore…
I really hate bees. They are absolutely pure evil. One time one stung me on the ankle and then I had to have my crazy security guard drive me to the nurse as she told me a bout her dead grandma… Evil evil bees….
When I was little I wrote a poem about a honeybee. This was before my poetry became sad and lonely and all variations on “My life sucks, I suck and the world in general sucks.” Sometimes I try to write happy poetry, but it seems so much harder now. When I was younger I had an endless supply of inner happiness to tap into whenever I felt like it… now I feel like my inner happiness has dripped and morphed and twisted into pain.
I try to force myself to WRITE HAPPY but there’s not much HAPPY left.
And you’re not really helping with that, sage-girl.
The bee flew around the flower, looking for a place to land. Another bee flew up next to him, demanding that he would leave the flower and let him his this particular flower. The first bee refused to give up the flower. The act of defiance stung the second bee so hard that he asked “do you know who i am?” “Yes I do, your a stupid bee.”
bee, like the secret life of bees. bees that buzz around and sting people. i was stung by a bee once, but it was confusing, because i mashed the bee onto my face and got bee blood on my hand and was scared, scared i got stung, scared i had bee blood on me, scared my mom wasn’t there to protect me. but bumble bee’s are okay. they’re almost cute. they look so fluffy.
Bees are horrible fuckers. They claim to pollenate shit, but all they do is rub their dirty hairy legs on some petals, and fly away with yellow balls stuck to their furry, spiky, horrible knees. To top this off, they like to leave their arse-spike embedded in people’s skin. For fun apparently. But had nobody told them that they die shortly after losing their necessary arse-spike? Idiots.
I, am thinking of an unforgettable memory. When I was 10, I went to the country. We were in a big cabin and there were horses. I was standing in a feilld of clovers and all of the sudden, three bees got stuck in my underwear! Running and howling in pain, I realized that they weren’t bees, they were wasps, and continued to sting.
I was once bitten by a bee when I was 6 years old. I wouldn’t stop talking about how bee stings didn’t hurt, and right as I said it, there comes a bee, snuggling through my small toes, and stings me!
a hive of bees was stick in my wall. I dreamt about bees for weeks. I twas hard to sleep it was like I was being told I had more work to do and no time for sleep. When i was young I felt like I was stung by bees more than my other friends. I don’t know why, but I felt like that meant I was luckier than them.
She swatted at whatever was flying around her head. He watched in silence as she attempted to rid of this problem. The whole classroom was quiet expect for the squeaking her seat was making and the chuckling coming from the back of his throat.
my mom is a beekeeper and i’m not afraid of them. the other day i stood by some bees that were eating honey off of some old combs that she put out and they weren’t afraid of me. i was standing in their midst and they just buzzed and i just stood. my boyfriend said he liked the sound of the buzzing and i did too.
They’re blaack and yellow. Reminds me of that one song. I;ve never been stung by bee, but I’m always afraid to. I’ve been told that if you don’t move or bother it, they won”t sting you. I guess no one told them that if they bother us, they will get hit by our hands…
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I have never been stung by a bee and I am kind of jealous when i hear that other people have. its the club that i am not part of. i suppose i should not want to bee part of that club but i cant relate when people share on this subject. the ironic thing is that i love honey on biscuits from KFC, and bees make honey. Sweet sweet honey.
I’m afraid of bees. Petrified, actually. They freak me the hell out. I can’t stand them. If I could, I would eradicate all bees from the ‘verse. They’re scary. I would even give up honey if it meant no more bees. Death to bees!
The bee is flying around making that bee sound only it knows. I dont feel scared, I look at it and face it, I can see its little hair covering it body.
bees are black and yellow and sting and i’m allergic to them and hurt painful small fun to draw art beep rhymes with glee me and lots of things i’m wondering why i’m writing about bees but i like
She died long before me. She left my body. She never was, but she is. She hardly breahtes, but she died. Yes, she died. Oh, I know. She did. She died like never before, because she never was, but she is.
hm, bees. bees are nice. i like to watch them gather the pollen from flowers in the summer. they seem pretty nice, but i’m actually so afraid of them. i wish i wasn’t. bees make honey. i like honey. i wish i liked bees more. they seem nice…
The bees swarmed around the hive above us, buzzing faintly in the summer breeze. They were more preoccupied in collecting pollen than in our presence beneath them as we ate our tuna salad sandwiches. It was a beautiful day to picnic on the edge of a meadow.
bzz, bzz. that stupid bee just would not quit following me! they always seem to follow people who can’t stand them. of course, that would be me. of course, i also happen to be allergic
they are black and yellow and sting poeple. I have never been stung by one. I heard if they sting you then they will lose their stinger and die. I don’t really like bees. Didn’t they make a movie about a bee once? Maybe not but I am pretty sure they did because I was watching A bugs life
How would it be to be a bee? I wish I knew as I am unhappy being me. I imagine a bee to have fun, lounging in the sun and having a busy social life. It seems like all the while they are out and about enjoying themselves as they go about their business.
busy bee !!! i m d one buzzin around whole day…smelling d flowers..flyin high…touchin the skies..beeee beeee bee wat you want to be coz u can be who you really are
A buzzing bug that eats honey and is attacked by bears. Many bees sting humans when they are trying to defend themselves. When most bees sting a person, they die right away.
there once was a bee his names was melvin. he was quite an active bee in his ommunity, not only was he a worker and a breeder, but he wasa guard. everyone loved melvin the bee. though one day he tried to stop an intruder to his home, stung, and then died.
This idea’s I have are nonsense. None of them are real, articulated thoughts. None have meaning, the meaning is just assumed by the reader of these words. That is the craft of writing; I let these words flow from my head like a bee during a beautiful summer day, and it is when these words reach you, a flower, that these letters and words start to form meaning.
Bees buzzing round my head, like my thoughts in side. Getting louder, growing softer, too much to handle and sometimes not there at all. Like a bee, the thoughts sting. They hurt, make me feel things I don’t want to, and I wish sometimes they would just disappear, but when they’re gone, they’re gone forever.
Your curls smelled like sweet honey. Like the natural bee honey you would put into your tea on cold nights. My teeth ache with the memory of you and my fingers beg to be in those curls.
There was a bee in main bathroom this morning, and it scared my granddaughter to where she wouldn’t brush her teeth for school, so she had to use my bathroom.
bumble bee
stingers
stripes
summer
my girl
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
flowers
pollen
warm
sunshine
happiness
my birthday
fun
sleeping in
the best
Buzzzzzzzz……..man, I could’ve sworn that a bee was inside my hear for all the louder the buzzing that I felt and heard, but it turns out that it wasn’t a bee at all…..it was the remnants of an old injury I suffered from a previous job manifesting itself in a new way.
bee’s are yellow and black. they suck pollen from blooming flowers and create a delicious syrup humans take or granted: honey. Although bees can sting people, they are just as civil as humans; they are only being defensive. Bee’s are a part of the universe that make the world go ’round with their ability to navigate and transport pollen which continue to help nature.
The toddler eyed the bee, flying around the back patio. The bee flitted from yellow flower to pink flower and finally to the toddler’s purple sleeved arm.
And there was nothing else to think about except that he’d been stung, and that it damn well hurt, and that the bumblebee was still spinning around his head and staring him down t seemed, although he was suddenly flushed into lightheadedness and there was only pain and the fascinating blindness of the sun and the bumblebee and it felt that it was all going to end.
a bee is a funny thing. you’d think it wouldn’t be so bitter being that it can fly. no need to sting, just be a happy being. no need to hate, just pollinate. word.
the bee buzzed around my head and landed on my nose, i heard him buzz and then I did not hear him buzz but I saw him on my nose. I was petrified! Would he sting my nose? My nose is surely big enough! He sat there on my nose looking directly into my eyes and did not buzz anymore…
I really hate bees. They are absolutely pure evil. One time one stung me on the ankle and then I had to have my crazy security guard drive me to the nurse as she told me a bout her dead grandma… Evil evil bees….
When I was little I wrote a poem about a honeybee. This was before my poetry became sad and lonely and all variations on “My life sucks, I suck and the world in general sucks.” Sometimes I try to write happy poetry, but it seems so much harder now. When I was younger I had an endless supply of inner happiness to tap into whenever I felt like it… now I feel like my inner happiness has dripped and morphed and twisted into pain.
I try to force myself to WRITE HAPPY but there’s not much HAPPY left.
And you’re not really helping with that, sage-girl.
The bee flew around the flower, looking for a place to land. Another bee flew up next to him, demanding that he would leave the flower and let him his this particular flower. The first bee refused to give up the flower. The act of defiance stung the second bee so hard that he asked “do you know who i am?” “Yes I do, your a stupid bee.”
bee, like the secret life of bees. bees that buzz around and sting people. i was stung by a bee once, but it was confusing, because i mashed the bee onto my face and got bee blood on my hand and was scared, scared i got stung, scared i had bee blood on me, scared my mom wasn’t there to protect me. but bumble bee’s are okay. they’re almost cute. they look so fluffy.
Bees are horrible fuckers. They claim to pollenate shit, but all they do is rub their dirty hairy legs on some petals, and fly away with yellow balls stuck to their furry, spiky, horrible knees. To top this off, they like to leave their arse-spike embedded in people’s skin. For fun apparently. But had nobody told them that they die shortly after losing their necessary arse-spike? Idiots.
I, am thinking of an unforgettable memory. When I was 10, I went to the country. We were in a big cabin and there were horses. I was standing in a feilld of clovers and all of the sudden, three bees got stuck in my underwear! Running and howling in pain, I realized that they weren’t bees, they were wasps, and continued to sting.
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I was once bitten by a bee when I was 6 years old. I wouldn’t stop talking about how bee stings didn’t hurt, and right as I said it, there comes a bee, snuggling through my small toes, and stings me!
a hive of bees was stick in my wall. I dreamt about bees for weeks. I twas hard to sleep it was like I was being told I had more work to do and no time for sleep. When i was young I felt like I was stung by bees more than my other friends. I don’t know why, but I felt like that meant I was luckier than them.
She swatted at whatever was flying around her head. He watched in silence as she attempted to rid of this problem. The whole classroom was quiet expect for the squeaking her seat was making and the chuckling coming from the back of his throat.
my mom is a beekeeper and i’m not afraid of them. the other day i stood by some bees that were eating honey off of some old combs that she put out and they weren’t afraid of me. i was standing in their midst and they just buzzed and i just stood. my boyfriend said he liked the sound of the buzzing and i did too.
They’re blaack and yellow. Reminds me of that one song. I;ve never been stung by bee, but I’m always afraid to. I’ve been told that if you don’t move or bother it, they won”t sting you. I guess no one told them that if they bother us, they will get hit by our hands…
hive yellow and black honey small wings buzz bugs pollenate flowers bright fuzzy bumble yellowjacket sting honeycomb tiny spring global warming endangered bee sanctuaries stinger
Honey bees flying all across the meadows of the green green grass. What it would be like to be a bee. Honey bees are nice, as well as others too.
I have never been stung by a bee and I am kind of jealous when i hear that other people have. its the club that i am not part of. i suppose i should not want to bee part of that club but i cant relate when people share on this subject. the ironic thing is that i love honey on biscuits from KFC, and bees make honey. Sweet sweet honey.
I’m afraid of bees. Petrified, actually. They freak me the hell out. I can’t stand them. If I could, I would eradicate all bees from the ‘verse. They’re scary. I would even give up honey if it meant no more bees. Death to bees!
The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd.
The bee is flying around making that bee sound only it knows. I dont feel scared, I look at it and face it, I can see its little hair covering it body.
bees are black and yellow and sting and i’m allergic to them and hurt painful small fun to draw art beep rhymes with glee me and lots of things i’m wondering why i’m writing about bees but i like
She died long before me. She left my body. She never was, but she is. She hardly breahtes, but she died. Yes, she died. Oh, I know. She did. She died like never before, because she never was, but she is.
hm, bees. bees are nice. i like to watch them gather the pollen from flowers in the summer. they seem pretty nice, but i’m actually so afraid of them. i wish i wasn’t. bees make honey. i like honey. i wish i liked bees more. they seem nice…
The bees swarmed around the hive above us, buzzing faintly in the summer breeze. They were more preoccupied in collecting pollen than in our presence beneath them as we ate our tuna salad sandwiches. It was a beautiful day to picnic on the edge of a meadow.
bzz, bzz. that stupid bee just would not quit following me! they always seem to follow people who can’t stand them. of course, that would be me. of course, i also happen to be allergic
they are black and yellow and sting poeple. I have never been stung by one. I heard if they sting you then they will lose their stinger and die. I don’t really like bees. Didn’t they make a movie about a bee once? Maybe not but I am pretty sure they did because I was watching A bugs life
Stop cursing bees and blaming them for all the worlds woe
Just cause one June one accidently stung your little toe
I’m a bee I’ll have you know and I demand respect
I keep the worlds flowers blooming I hold my head erect
How would it be to be a bee? I wish I knew as I am unhappy being me. I imagine a bee to have fun, lounging in the sun and having a busy social life. It seems like all the while they are out and about enjoying themselves as they go about their business.
busy bee !!! i m d one buzzin around whole day…smelling d flowers..flyin high…touchin the skies..beeee beeee bee wat you want to be coz u can be who you really are
A buzzing bug that eats honey and is attacked by bears. Many bees sting humans when they are trying to defend themselves. When most bees sting a person, they die right away.
there once was a bee his names was melvin. he was quite an active bee in his ommunity, not only was he a worker and a breeder, but he wasa guard. everyone loved melvin the bee. though one day he tried to stop an intruder to his home, stung, and then died.
This idea’s I have are nonsense. None of them are real, articulated thoughts. None have meaning, the meaning is just assumed by the reader of these words. That is the craft of writing; I let these words flow from my head like a bee during a beautiful summer day, and it is when these words reach you, a flower, that these letters and words start to form meaning.
Bees buzzing round my head, like my thoughts in side. Getting louder, growing softer, too much to handle and sometimes not there at all. Like a bee, the thoughts sting. They hurt, make me feel things I don’t want to, and I wish sometimes they would just disappear, but when they’re gone, they’re gone forever.
Your curls smelled like sweet honey. Like the natural bee honey you would put into your tea on cold nights. My teeth ache with the memory of you and my fingers beg to be in those curls.
There was a bee in main bathroom this morning, and it scared my granddaughter to where she wouldn’t brush her teeth for school, so she had to use my bathroom.
bumble bee
stingers
stripes
summer
my girl
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
flowers
pollen
warm
sunshine
happiness
my birthday
fun
sleeping in
the best
Buzzzzzzzz……..man, I could’ve sworn that a bee was inside my hear for all the louder the buzzing that I felt and heard, but it turns out that it wasn’t a bee at all…..it was the remnants of an old injury I suffered from a previous job manifesting itself in a new way.
bee’s are yellow and black. they suck pollen from blooming flowers and create a delicious syrup humans take or granted: honey. Although bees can sting people, they are just as civil as humans; they are only being defensive. Bee’s are a part of the universe that make the world go ’round with their ability to navigate and transport pollen which continue to help nature.
Bzzzzz.
The toddler eyed the bee, flying around the back patio. The bee flitted from yellow flower to pink flower and finally to the toddler’s purple sleeved arm.
And there was nothing else to think about except that he’d been stung, and that it damn well hurt, and that the bumblebee was still spinning around his head and staring him down t seemed, although he was suddenly flushed into lightheadedness and there was only pain and the fascinating blindness of the sun and the bumblebee and it felt that it was all going to end.