yellow and black stings on impact painful yet cute scary but funny oh the things a bee can be! Some produce honey and some are just mean others play boss while the others they clean.
bumble bee. spelling bee. OUCH! that hurt. BUZZ! allergies. pollen that is spread, bugs, stinger, stripes. YUM, honey they make. Queen of them all/queenbee
two bees or not two bees….if floated gently onto my hand, not like a bee at all, but more like a butterfly, perhaps, like many of us, we wish we were more gentle
bees i like bees. they make honey and honey tastes extremely good on biscuits. but bees can be evil little insects. that sting. and then they die. or are those wasps that sting then die? either way bees are good and bad. they provide food but sting you if you look
sting outch … i hate bees.. .they are incredibly mean. But i know that the earth relies on them to pollinate plants. However, when I was young, I was swarmed and ever since I saw “My Girl” and swarmed, I have been terrified. So no i don’t like bees .
There were once a pair of friends, two bees. They worked and lived and went together everywhere. One day a man came by and killed one of the bees. The living bee was so angry she chased after him but cleverly enough she knew better than to sting him.
flying through trees spreading the dusty pollen from flower to flower. the wind spreads the particles as they rain life on nature. natural noises buzz like words i suppose that bees are the source of truth.
They flutter, flying, zipping, aerodynamic and deft in their movements. Their wings like those of a hummingbird, rapidly carrying their small, agile bodies from petal to petal, from flora to flora. They consume and perpetuate each species towards infinity.
a bee is a cool animal but i already wrote about this so now i am sad and i don’t want to keep doing it over and over. this website should really make the words change every time and not have a specific order that you have to go in when you do this. i am cool. yeah.
Bees flying high in the sky above us all laughing at us useless creatures down below. They say “Oh look at those foolish humans; they think they have it made wit their fancy technology and their anarchy. Oh how silly” You would never stand laugh at a bee, but there they are, laughing silently at us. Oh, how they mock us. As they buzz and buzz along doing their rightful jobs in their society of happiness and work. They fly and buzz and drone on and on, blissfully unaware that maybe there is more than a bee life. Maybe they would like to have legs or paws or be able to crawl around in the night. Maybe they would love to be stealthy and wise and human. Maybe they would enjoy stabbing others in the back and regretting a life full of choices and revolting against the stigmas of society. Yes, maybe there is something they are missing. Oh, those bees – they think they have it made.
It buzzed through my open window, and without a moments hesitation, started an orbit around my head. I tried to ignore it-Mama always said that if you try to swat a honeybee, it’ll just sting you, and then you get to find out if you’re allergic. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to finding out today.
When it stings me it hurts. I cry and I want the pain to stop.
I look at it. It is dead.
Yellow and black.
Yellow and black.
Fuck you, bee.
Fuck you.
I hope that you are satisfied with stinging me.
You stung me and you died.
And I will live.
Fuck you.
Be my honeybee. I’m pretty sure I saw that on Christina Grimmie’s channel. Then there’s the letter “B”, spelled without two “ee’s” after it. Or perhaps the apostrophe should go outside of the parentheses? Sorry, I mean quotation marks? Bees are stripey, yellow and black. It’s cool. Nature needs more neon. And they have weird mating dances.
it buzzes around and gets honey. it stings you and you run from it. You want to bee something or someone. they work together as a group. there is a queen. I wouldn’t want to be the queen. they often die for the sake of the queen so I wouldn’t want to be a bee.
bees on flowers are the soundtrack of my childhood. my grandma covered with a veil, like a spouse, stealing them their precious honey. no, it’s not a fairytale. this is how it felt like to be a child in a yet unspoilt place that i called home.
This is my nickname. Not because I am a busy bee, nor am I a hard worker. Simply because I like the way the word sounds. I like the way it rings. I like the way it rolls off the tongue. I hate bugs though. Irony?
Dear Mr. Bumblebee,
When I was a child, you were my friend.
A fat little oval drawn floating past in my puffy-clouded, sun-in-the-corner-of-the-page blue sky, drawing you was a pleasure, with your dotted-line curving trail following lazily behind you.
The whispers of my past buzzed like a bee in my ear, for hours they stay there, waking me up after lulling me to sleep. These memory bees do produce honey, but more often sting me. Ouch. The Bees.
“You probably shouldn’t do that” she said to her friend. He ignored her and kept tossing rocks at the beehive. At first nothing happened but all at once the inhabitants of the hive flew out. The two kids had never run so fast in their life.
She is bee. I am lena. Together we form something. I feel her all the time, buzzing in our laughter. She is my best friend. Through and through up and down. Soil to earth, stem to flower, nectar to bee.
Bees are awesome. Striped and yellow, honey producing. Sure they sting, and those africanized killer swarm bees are bullshit, but on the whole I think we have a lot to be grateful for. The whole spreading of flowers. What’s the word…
The bee travelled fast and with purpose towards my screaming cousin. Target sighted. Her 8 year old self bolted towards the house, but still the bees stung. My brother, who had also been provoking the sleeping bees nest, walked amongst them. He came out unscathed.
The bee was buzzing through the garden when a purple bird fell from the sky. “Ow!” yelled the bee as it flew out of the way. The bird had landed on the bees stinger and stung itself. The bird had a heart attack and died and the bee died from using its stinger. The end.
I didn’t know you were allergic to bee’s. When we were walking through the field, I picked the flower with the bee on it just to scare you a little bit. I didn’t think it would sting you. I didn’t think You would end up in the hospital. But I guess that’s the problem. I didn’t think. Please, forgive me. I love you.
bee. buzzes, yellow and black, like polar opposites. to be, the verb, very versatile, very common like a bee. huh. there’s a connection. be busy for a good cause i guess, you praise bees but you swat mosquitos,. and nobody likes the dung beetles. ok that
busy bee
flitting from flower to flower
remembering intricate pathways to the freshest garden
are you ever recognized for what you accomplish?
do you ever recognize the beauty you participate in?
I got nothing. My mind couldn’t settle on honey bees or spelling bees or geography bees. Focus is not really something working for me right now. It’s a mixture of spring break and senioritis. Oh well, I deserve a night of not focusing.
where the bee sucks, there suck I. Bzzzz. Flowers. Pluto the dog and the bumble bee with bubblegum…old mickey mouse cartoon. Nector. The only one to make a buzzing noise is because you’re a bee and the only reason for being a bee is to make honey and the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
I’ve never been stung by a bee. that’s one of many things I hope never to happen to me. I hope to never be hit by a car. I hope to never lose my love. I hope to never lose anyone in my family. I hope to never be homeless. I hope to never be a bad parent. I hope to never die.
I was playing miniature golf. I was eleven years old. The bee flew up into the leg of my shorts. Suddenly, the pain shot through my thigh and I screamed! it hurt so bad and I cried and cried.
The buzzing
it was irrevocable
the sting too
but that faded over time
just the buzzing remains now
as I try to picture that
hazy blue day
running up the steps
those wooden rotting planks
screaming
crying
but where did the
buzzing go?
there once was a bumble bee. it was yellow with black stripes. it liked to sit on flowers, collecting pollen. at the end of the day it liked to go back to the hive to deposit its pollen so that honey could be made for the next day. the queen bee was always proud of this bumble bee and all the pollen it brought to the hive.
yellow and black stings on impact painful yet cute scary but funny oh the things a bee can be! Some produce honey and some are just mean others play boss while the others they clean.
bumble bee. spelling bee. OUCH! that hurt. BUZZ! allergies. pollen that is spread, bugs, stinger, stripes. YUM, honey they make. Queen of them all/queenbee
two bees or not two bees….if floated gently onto my hand, not like a bee at all, but more like a butterfly, perhaps, like many of us, we wish we were more gentle
bees i like bees. they make honey and honey tastes extremely good on biscuits. but bees can be evil little insects. that sting. and then they die. or are those wasps that sting then die? either way bees are good and bad. they provide food but sting you if you look
buzz. Spelling BEE. Stinger. Ouch! I have an answer to #2 of our math bee! allergies. pollen. hives stings YOW, bee stings hurt
sting outch … i hate bees.. .they are incredibly mean. But i know that the earth relies on them to pollinate plants. However, when I was young, I was swarmed and ever since I saw “My Girl” and swarmed, I have been terrified. So no i don’t like bees .
There were once a pair of friends, two bees. They worked and lived and went together everywhere. One day a man came by and killed one of the bees. The living bee was so angry she chased after him but cleverly enough she knew better than to sting him.
knnsg,nnn
flying through trees spreading the dusty pollen from flower to flower. the wind spreads the particles as they rain life on nature. natural noises buzz like words i suppose that bees are the source of truth.
Buzz buzz buzz
We all buzz as bees
Flying to our destination
Hardwork,
Sweet outcomes
Life as honey
yellow. big. sting. happiness. treehouse. ice. grandma. bed. crying. time. ouch. black. stripes. fuzzy. eyes. bugs. ew. insects.
They flutter, flying, zipping, aerodynamic and deft in their movements. Their wings like those of a hummingbird, rapidly carrying their small, agile bodies from petal to petal, from flora to flora. They consume and perpetuate each species towards infinity.
a bee is a cool animal but i already wrote about this so now i am sad and i don’t want to keep doing it over and over. this website should really make the words change every time and not have a specific order that you have to go in when you do this. i am cool. yeah.
Bees flying high in the sky above us all laughing at us useless creatures down below. They say “Oh look at those foolish humans; they think they have it made wit their fancy technology and their anarchy. Oh how silly” You would never stand laugh at a bee, but there they are, laughing silently at us. Oh, how they mock us. As they buzz and buzz along doing their rightful jobs in their society of happiness and work. They fly and buzz and drone on and on, blissfully unaware that maybe there is more than a bee life. Maybe they would like to have legs or paws or be able to crawl around in the night. Maybe they would love to be stealthy and wise and human. Maybe they would enjoy stabbing others in the back and regretting a life full of choices and revolting against the stigmas of society. Yes, maybe there is something they are missing. Oh, those bees – they think they have it made.
It buzzed through my open window, and without a moments hesitation, started an orbit around my head. I tried to ignore it-Mama always said that if you try to swat a honeybee, it’ll just sting you, and then you get to find out if you’re allergic. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to finding out today.
When it stings me it hurts. I cry and I want the pain to stop.
I look at it. It is dead.
Yellow and black.
Yellow and black.
Fuck you, bee.
Fuck you.
I hope that you are satisfied with stinging me.
You stung me and you died.
And I will live.
Fuck you.
Be my honeybee. I’m pretty sure I saw that on Christina Grimmie’s channel. Then there’s the letter “B”, spelled without two “ee’s” after it. Or perhaps the apostrophe should go outside of the parentheses? Sorry, I mean quotation marks? Bees are stripey, yellow and black. It’s cool. Nature needs more neon. And they have weird mating dances.
it buzzes around and gets honey. it stings you and you run from it. You want to bee something or someone. they work together as a group. there is a queen. I wouldn’t want to be the queen. they often die for the sake of the queen so I wouldn’t want to be a bee.
bees on flowers are the soundtrack of my childhood. my grandma covered with a veil, like a spouse, stealing them their precious honey. no, it’s not a fairytale. this is how it felt like to be a child in a yet unspoilt place that i called home.
This is my nickname. Not because I am a busy bee, nor am I a hard worker. Simply because I like the way the word sounds. I like the way it rings. I like the way it rolls off the tongue. I hate bugs though. Irony?
Dear Mr. Bumblebee,
When I was a child, you were my friend.
A fat little oval drawn floating past in my puffy-clouded, sun-in-the-corner-of-the-page blue sky, drawing you was a pleasure, with your dotted-line curving trail following lazily behind you.
The whispers of my past buzzed like a bee in my ear, for hours they stay there, waking me up after lulling me to sleep. These memory bees do produce honey, but more often sting me. Ouch. The Bees.
“You probably shouldn’t do that” she said to her friend. He ignored her and kept tossing rocks at the beehive. At first nothing happened but all at once the inhabitants of the hive flew out. The two kids had never run so fast in their life.
to be or not to be
really im alergic to bees
i think it is to be
to live
cause if i hadnt
if id played it safe
i would have you
and that would kill me
She is bee. I am lena. Together we form something. I feel her all the time, buzzing in our laughter. She is my best friend. Through and through up and down. Soil to earth, stem to flower, nectar to bee.
Bees are awesome. Striped and yellow, honey producing. Sure they sting, and those africanized killer swarm bees are bullshit, but on the whole I think we have a lot to be grateful for. The whole spreading of flowers. What’s the word…
The bee travelled fast and with purpose towards my screaming cousin. Target sighted. Her 8 year old self bolted towards the house, but still the bees stung. My brother, who had also been provoking the sleeping bees nest, walked amongst them. He came out unscathed.
The bee was buzzing through the garden when a purple bird fell from the sky. “Ow!” yelled the bee as it flew out of the way. The bird had landed on the bees stinger and stung itself. The bird had a heart attack and died and the bee died from using its stinger. The end.
I didn’t know you were allergic to bee’s. When we were walking through the field, I picked the flower with the bee on it just to scare you a little bit. I didn’t think it would sting you. I didn’t think You would end up in the hospital. But I guess that’s the problem. I didn’t think. Please, forgive me. I love you.
bee. buzzes, yellow and black, like polar opposites. to be, the verb, very versatile, very common like a bee. huh. there’s a connection. be busy for a good cause i guess, you praise bees but you swat mosquitos,. and nobody likes the dung beetles. ok that
such a warm day. the bees buzz around my head and the grass waves in the wind. i can’t wait to taste their sweet nectar.
bumble bumble bee. so quick and yellow and bright. He stings and flys and brings tears to my eyes. OW. What a pain in the ass. At least now he’ll die.
busy bee
flitting from flower to flower
remembering intricate pathways to the freshest garden
are you ever recognized for what you accomplish?
do you ever recognize the beauty you participate in?
I got nothing. My mind couldn’t settle on honey bees or spelling bees or geography bees. Focus is not really something working for me right now. It’s a mixture of spring break and senioritis. Oh well, I deserve a night of not focusing.
where the bee sucks, there suck I. Bzzzz. Flowers. Pluto the dog and the bumble bee with bubblegum…old mickey mouse cartoon. Nector. The only one to make a buzzing noise is because you’re a bee and the only reason for being a bee is to make honey and the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
the busy bee surrounding me will follow me across the see. He shall see the world will be more to him than i can see. the busy bee.
I’ve never been stung by a bee. that’s one of many things I hope never to happen to me. I hope to never be hit by a car. I hope to never lose my love. I hope to never lose anyone in my family. I hope to never be homeless. I hope to never be a bad parent. I hope to never die.
I was playing miniature golf. I was eleven years old. The bee flew up into the leg of my shorts. Suddenly, the pain shot through my thigh and I screamed! it hurt so bad and I cried and cried.
The buzzing
it was irrevocable
the sting too
but that faded over time
just the buzzing remains now
as I try to picture that
hazy blue day
running up the steps
those wooden rotting planks
screaming
crying
but where did the
buzzing go?
there once was a bumble bee. it was yellow with black stripes. it liked to sit on flowers, collecting pollen. at the end of the day it liked to go back to the hive to deposit its pollen so that honey could be made for the next day. the queen bee was always proud of this bumble bee and all the pollen it brought to the hive.