It still stings how you’ve moved on like I never meant anything to you. It stings how immediately after our fallout you were making friends and doting on others. It really stings how you came back and wanted to reconnect, but then distance followed soon after.
The most imperative thought to man
is he is tallest when he wakes,
but as the day dwindles he down,
spinal fluids shrink his height a frown,
So as far as us beings are concerned,
stinging remains constant throughout
the breathe and stretch of life.
Maybe we should shatter the human bone ourselves,
for it is only stronger than granite,
for it is only a gang of subatmomic particles
batched together,
clunked relentlessly.
But, we are not weakened, we are man
we survived sleights of:
volcanoes, and–
treacherous tongues twisting about our freedom!
Let it sting, learn how to soothe the sting that Life’s Bee’s inflict!
In almost every house we’ve been,
We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone’s place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they’re hypnotised by it,
Until they’re absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
his love stung. she thought it would soothe but thoughts dont always produce action. this was a sting. to the heart, no less. it started as an itch then the burn came. slow—directed. the sting was deliberate.
The pain of the past, is like a sting. The sorrowful memories that it can bring. I don’t want to go there, but I have no choice. It is not what I would choose, but here’s the thing. It doesn’t matter what you do, sometimes the only color the mind can see is blue.
“Ouch!” he said, and slapped his hand on the welt on his arm.
He lifted his hand away to reveal a yellow and black body.
“A bee!” he realized. Then, and he didn’t know how, “A radioactive bee!”
The causal train to “bee superpowers” was quick and instantaneous. Light as a feather, the boy flitted his newfound wings and flew away into the bright summer sky.
this one time i got stung by a bee on my left eye. ever since then i’ve been super sensitive in my eyes. my friends make fun of me sometimes cause i always flinch when people get close to my eyes. its weird how something so trivial has afftcted me for soooo many years. it makes me think about how somtimes the small things stay with us
The sting of the breakup lasted for months. Without him, she had no one to see movies with. No one to go hiking with. No one to eat ice cream with. No one to tell everything to. She was alone.
She felt a sharp sting on her cheek, then another. The sand was being blown up from the riverside, and the wind was getting stronger. She covered her eyes with one hand, and pulled her daughter close to her with the other. The little girl buried her face in the folds of her mother’s skirt, to block out the wind, the sand, the noise, and the blinding light that came from above them. “Don’t worry!” her mother reassured her; “We’ll be on our way home soon!” Even as she said this she staggered a little as the wind tried to carry her away, then she realised it was the ship, lifting them both up. They rose slowly into the belly of the vessel, the wind died down, the noise faded to a comforting harmonic tone, the light became a warm welcoming glow, and they were back among their own kind again.
It was a perfect day. The cloudless sunny sky was inviting him to show off. He’d bee waiting for this day for six months. Long hard winter days spent in the gym were finally going to deliver. And he had the perfect audience. A cute little number in a barely there sundress. He removed his shirt and shrieked like a girl when a wasp strung his nipple.
“Roxanne you don’t have to turn on the red light, you don’t have sell your body to the night …”
Blank stares from Roxanne ensue. She didn’t really have inentions to do any such thing this evening. She just wanted to catch the bus and see a concert across the city.
“Because every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you…”
She shrugs. And walks over to look at this jerk cricitically. He assume much. Does she know him from somewhere? He looks a bit familiar, like a freak she’s seen a movie somewhere. There were worms if she remembers correctly.
“But don’t stand, no, don’t stand so close to me…”
Roxanne lights a cigarette, smiles coyly and then flicks the ash at him, “Go home already, creep.”
If only I could walk down the tree lined road this cloudy day, unwary of who might see and wait for the skies to open up and pour all over me, drenched to the bone, raindrops stinging my skin as it showers. If only.
sting is ussualy danger of some insect or other animals and people are afraid of that. some of them are very sensitive to be hurt by the sting.
I call the call which I am driving the Sting cause this car is so old and look really used. owner of the car is my mother. my father gave it to her cause of driving to work but she is afraid of driving so much. I would like to help with it to her and hope I will
The sting of the nettle on my hands left a strong memory of my excursion this morning. I didn’t intend for it to last for so long. I had wandered along the river in order to clear my mind. My curious hands grasped the nettle even though my rational mind was acutely aware of the pain it would cause. I needed to gather the leaves for tea tonight. Why must the things that are good for us need to be so painful?
the sharp jab of the needle, sometimes nothing, and initial puncture that you barely feel, squeeze and it’s over. Other times the pain starts quickly, you’ve hit a nerve and it’s like a bee or a hornet has stung your stomach.
The reminders are like a mosquito bite, a sting. It hurts initially, the scratch unbearable and you can’t stop attack it, scratching the swollen skin. When the burn from your nails is too much, you let it go, but the old bit is primed and ready to burn and prickle like a phantom of lost times.
there wasn’t a lot of noise around me when lightning struck. merely space and the faint sense that time was still passing somewhere, outside the confines of my body. but during that one moment of insurmountable pain, my body stood still at the speed of light, while blooming energy emptied itself inside of me
The pain. The spreading pain across the spot of the attack. It stings. It burns.
It can be from a bug, a mosquito, a bee… or a friend. But the pain from that sting hits the heart – deep and profound. Suck it out, suck it up. Move forward not to continue to feel the pain that you do when it happens. The sting goes away. The pain does too.
I looked down at my stinging leg, I felt the pain but tried to ignored it as I had to keep going. I was so close to escaping. I hade to escape. Johnny needs me and I can’t let him down. Not now. He would miss me. I heard the man bang through the halls. “haley. Where are you haley?” He called. I tried to move fast but I just couldn’t. Tears ran down my face as I tried to move before his hand covered my mouth again.
They talk, he talks, she talks, verbal hot potato. Each only holds the ground for seconds. Word after word, the fight ends. Hearing the truth can sting. Don’t start a spark unless you are mentally prepared for the heat.
It was playtime. She went out amongst the flowers and inhaled their scent to her heart’s content. She turned around and felt a prick.
She looked at her arm and felt a little bump. She ran home frantically, looking for her mother.
‘Mama mama! I got sting-ed!!!’
And that look in your eyes stung the most. Your words, they hurt, and so did their meaning. But your eyes were so cold and I knew there was no way we could ever turn back. They still haunt me.
The sting of defeat was nothing new to her. She had felt it many times in her life, but while in the middle of a heated debate and then realizing that she was the one who’s wrong?
It hurt bad, but she couldn’t back down all of a sudden. She couldn’t let him know that he had already won.
Death has no sting any more. Neither does people’s name calling. I am defined by Jesus. I still get hurt but that usually is due to expectations that they wouldn’t say or be like that.
She was a scorpion. He was a rattlesnake. God, they hated each other. They circled each other in the workplace like dogs. They hissed behind each others’ backs and rattled their deathbells ominously.
As the needle bit, I could only think of bees intestines littering my exposed arm. Shame I had the sunburn, because it might have looked less gruesome.
it stung when i heard you lie to me. when i tested you to see if you were going to tell me the truth. when i knew the answer was that he had been messaging you. it stung when i found the messages. but it stung even more when you looked me in the eye and said you hadn’t heard from him-that you had blocked him. it still stings when i think about it every night before i fall asleep. every night when i’m laying next to you, wondering why it hurts so bad.
Sting like the sand in my eyes
or the tears i didn’t ask for
when he put them there
i would be a warrior princess,
no fear or hurt inside me
but the sand hurt
and i accidentally cried
The sting of his words still burned my eyes and throat and a knot formed in my stomach. How a few small words can cause such pain. Lasting pain. What will it take to process and finally let it go?
It really stung. That one word. no. The ultimate rejection. no. The greatest fear of every boy or girl. no. It leaves you in tears. no. it stings your heart and the venom refuses to go away. no.nonononono.
They told me that the medicine would sting, and sting it did. It was as if my arm had been assaulted by a thousand microscopic knives as I lay on the cot, my elbow unbent and my fingers extended straight outward as if attempting to cling to the clouds or the stars or God or whoever could save me from this pain. My mother stood on the opposite side of the room as I struggled to clench my teeth together, to muffle my screams. An hour later, before the agony had even begun to subside, the doctors administered the next dose.
If I could feel the day’s sting on my subconscious,
It would be telling me that I might be missing something important.
If I don’t do something about it, I might not ever notice it again…
It still stings how you’ve moved on like I never meant anything to you. It stings how immediately after our fallout you were making friends and doting on others. It really stings how you came back and wanted to reconnect, but then distance followed soon after.
The most imperative thought to man
is he is tallest when he wakes,
but as the day dwindles he down,
spinal fluids shrink his height a frown,
So as far as us beings are concerned,
stinging remains constant throughout
the breathe and stretch of life.
Maybe we should shatter the human bone ourselves,
for it is only stronger than granite,
for it is only a gang of subatmomic particles
batched together,
clunked relentlessly.
But, we are not weakened, we are man
we survived sleights of:
volcanoes, and–
treacherous tongues twisting about our freedom!
Let it sting, learn how to soothe the sting that Life’s Bee’s inflict!
In almost every house we’ve been,
We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone’s place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they’re hypnotised by it,
Until they’re absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Tired lips
Petty excuses
Harsh words spoken
In the dim of the night
It’s the cruel reality
Sinking in
Sinking like a ship
Daggers striking heavy chests
Twisting and turning
Breaking and bending
Stinging
Oh selfish minds
Stop playing with the naive
Oh wicked players
Stop murdering hopes
his love stung. she thought it would soothe but thoughts dont always produce action. this was a sting. to the heart, no less. it started as an itch then the burn came. slow—directed. the sting was deliberate.
The pain of the past, is like a sting. The sorrowful memories that it can bring. I don’t want to go there, but I have no choice. It is not what I would choose, but here’s the thing. It doesn’t matter what you do, sometimes the only color the mind can see is blue.
The sting of her words scarred me for life. I will always remember where I was and how small and insignificant I felt after that moment.
“Ouch!” he said, and slapped his hand on the welt on his arm.
He lifted his hand away to reveal a yellow and black body.
“A bee!” he realized. Then, and he didn’t know how, “A radioactive bee!”
The causal train to “bee superpowers” was quick and instantaneous. Light as a feather, the boy flitted his newfound wings and flew away into the bright summer sky.
this one time i got stung by a bee on my left eye. ever since then i’ve been super sensitive in my eyes. my friends make fun of me sometimes cause i always flinch when people get close to my eyes. its weird how something so trivial has afftcted me for soooo many years. it makes me think about how somtimes the small things stay with us
The sting of the breakup lasted for months. Without him, she had no one to see movies with. No one to go hiking with. No one to eat ice cream with. No one to tell everything to. She was alone.
She felt a sharp sting on her cheek, then another. The sand was being blown up from the riverside, and the wind was getting stronger. She covered her eyes with one hand, and pulled her daughter close to her with the other. The little girl buried her face in the folds of her mother’s skirt, to block out the wind, the sand, the noise, and the blinding light that came from above them. “Don’t worry!” her mother reassured her; “We’ll be on our way home soon!” Even as she said this she staggered a little as the wind tried to carry her away, then she realised it was the ship, lifting them both up. They rose slowly into the belly of the vessel, the wind died down, the noise faded to a comforting harmonic tone, the light became a warm welcoming glow, and they were back among their own kind again.
A bee cannot sting a wall.
It was a perfect day. The cloudless sunny sky was inviting him to show off. He’d bee waiting for this day for six months. Long hard winter days spent in the gym were finally going to deliver. And he had the perfect audience. A cute little number in a barely there sundress. He removed his shirt and shrieked like a girl when a wasp strung his nipple.
I sting can due to many things. It can be inflicted by a human, a non living thing or any creature. Most common sting can be by an ant tha
“Roxanne you don’t have to turn on the red light, you don’t have sell your body to the night …”
Blank stares from Roxanne ensue. She didn’t really have inentions to do any such thing this evening. She just wanted to catch the bus and see a concert across the city.
“Because every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you…”
She shrugs. And walks over to look at this jerk cricitically. He assume much. Does she know him from somewhere? He looks a bit familiar, like a freak she’s seen a movie somewhere. There were worms if she remembers correctly.
“But don’t stand, no, don’t stand so close to me…”
Roxanne lights a cigarette, smiles coyly and then flicks the ash at him, “Go home already, creep.”
If only I could walk down the tree lined road this cloudy day, unwary of who might see and wait for the skies to open up and pour all over me, drenched to the bone, raindrops stinging my skin as it showers. If only.
sting is ussualy danger of some insect or other animals and people are afraid of that. some of them are very sensitive to be hurt by the sting.
I call the call which I am driving the Sting cause this car is so old and look really used. owner of the car is my mother. my father gave it to her cause of driving to work but she is afraid of driving so much. I would like to help with it to her and hope I will
The sting of the nettle on my hands left a strong memory of my excursion this morning. I didn’t intend for it to last for so long. I had wandered along the river in order to clear my mind. My curious hands grasped the nettle even though my rational mind was acutely aware of the pain it would cause. I needed to gather the leaves for tea tonight. Why must the things that are good for us need to be so painful?
the sharp jab of the needle, sometimes nothing, and initial puncture that you barely feel, squeeze and it’s over. Other times the pain starts quickly, you’ve hit a nerve and it’s like a bee or a hornet has stung your stomach.
As she said it, I felt a sting way down, deep inside. She said the words I dreaded most. We were moving. Moving away from the only place I knew. Home.
The reminders are like a mosquito bite, a sting. It hurts initially, the scratch unbearable and you can’t stop attack it, scratching the swollen skin. When the burn from your nails is too much, you let it go, but the old bit is primed and ready to burn and prickle like a phantom of lost times.
Sting like a bee
there wasn’t a lot of noise around me when lightning struck. merely space and the faint sense that time was still passing somewhere, outside the confines of my body. but during that one moment of insurmountable pain, my body stood still at the speed of light, while blooming energy emptied itself inside of me
The pain. The spreading pain across the spot of the attack. It stings. It burns.
It can be from a bug, a mosquito, a bee… or a friend. But the pain from that sting hits the heart – deep and profound. Suck it out, suck it up. Move forward not to continue to feel the pain that you do when it happens. The sting goes away. The pain does too.
I looked down at my stinging leg, I felt the pain but tried to ignored it as I had to keep going. I was so close to escaping. I hade to escape. Johnny needs me and I can’t let him down. Not now. He would miss me. I heard the man bang through the halls. “haley. Where are you haley?” He called. I tried to move fast but I just couldn’t. Tears ran down my face as I tried to move before his hand covered my mouth again.
They talk, he talks, she talks, verbal hot potato. Each only holds the ground for seconds. Word after word, the fight ends. Hearing the truth can sting. Don’t start a spark unless you are mentally prepared for the heat.
It was playtime. She went out amongst the flowers and inhaled their scent to her heart’s content. She turned around and felt a prick.
She looked at her arm and felt a little bump. She ran home frantically, looking for her mother.
‘Mama mama! I got sting-ed!!!’
The Sting she felt to her heart was more like a bomb to her chest. Her world was blown clear out of the water and would be forever changed.
Allena recoiled from the words, the sting of them as real as if she had been actually hit.
“Is that really how you feel?”
Alex paused for a moment, almost seeming ready to take it all back, but then his face hardened. “I would not say it if it were not true.”
And that look in your eyes stung the most. Your words, they hurt, and so did their meaning. But your eyes were so cold and I knew there was no way we could ever turn back. They still haunt me.
The sting of defeat was nothing new to her. She had felt it many times in her life, but while in the middle of a heated debate and then realizing that she was the one who’s wrong?
It hurt bad, but she couldn’t back down all of a sudden. She couldn’t let him know that he had already won.
Death has no sting any more. Neither does people’s name calling. I am defined by Jesus. I still get hurt but that usually is due to expectations that they wouldn’t say or be like that.
She was a scorpion. He was a rattlesnake. God, they hated each other. They circled each other in the workplace like dogs. They hissed behind each others’ backs and rattled their deathbells ominously.
Bee stings honey sweet. Welts as reminder. Sound buzz in ear. Reminds of playground time near swing set. Why my favorite place?
As the needle bit, I could only think of bees intestines littering my exposed arm. Shame I had the sunburn, because it might have looked less gruesome.
it stung when i heard you lie to me. when i tested you to see if you were going to tell me the truth. when i knew the answer was that he had been messaging you. it stung when i found the messages. but it stung even more when you looked me in the eye and said you hadn’t heard from him-that you had blocked him. it still stings when i think about it every night before i fall asleep. every night when i’m laying next to you, wondering why it hurts so bad.
Sting like the sand in my eyes
or the tears i didn’t ask for
when he put them there
i would be a warrior princess,
no fear or hurt inside me
but the sand hurt
and i accidentally cried
The sting of his words still burned my eyes and throat and a knot formed in my stomach. How a few small words can cause such pain. Lasting pain. What will it take to process and finally let it go?
It really stung. That one word. no. The ultimate rejection. no. The greatest fear of every boy or girl. no. It leaves you in tears. no. it stings your heart and the venom refuses to go away. no.nonononono.
They told me that the medicine would sting, and sting it did. It was as if my arm had been assaulted by a thousand microscopic knives as I lay on the cot, my elbow unbent and my fingers extended straight outward as if attempting to cling to the clouds or the stars or God or whoever could save me from this pain. My mother stood on the opposite side of the room as I struggled to clench my teeth together, to muffle my screams. An hour later, before the agony had even begun to subside, the doctors administered the next dose.
If I could feel the day’s sting on my subconscious,
It would be telling me that I might be missing something important.
If I don’t do something about it, I might not ever notice it again…