A bee what a fabolous bee, sometimes the bees sting but other times teh bees are just here to make us happy, without bees the world ends someones said, bees holy bees sweet juice that you give to us long life to bees.
Bees sting! I do not like bees for that! They make my mad and that makes me cry! Honey bees are a type of bee, my brother is reading about honey bees right now!
i’m a bringing home a baby bumble bee. won’t my mommy be so proud of me? how did i get a bee anyways? where am i carrying it? why hasn’t it stung me already? is there a reason a mother would be proud of her child for bringing home a dangerous insect? my mom would freak. i am allergic though so they are deadly.
A bee is a insect which flies. YOu can call honey bee.. Bees are small in size and very light weight but they are very fast. Its not that easy to catch them but in group then you can catch a bunch of them. Frogs eat bees and bees are always away from them. Bees are mostly on flowers taking buzzing around all the time
This makes me think of the time when i was eight years old when two bees flew up my pants and stung me three times. My sister laughed but she was the one who hit the bees nest and i pushed her out of the way.
yellow and black, buzzing gently in the breeze. return to the nest bearing the fruits of their labor, only to return to the air once again. continuously working, until the day they die.
I was sitting in a field when I noticed the bee. It flew from flower to flower. It saw the flower to intimately. And it relied on the flower to continue on with its task.
The bee reminded me of you. Of how you see me so close up and how you seem to need me to continue on with your task.
It must make the flower feel so good to be needed.
I am as busy as aa bee can be. I hate bees but they are cute with their yellow and black furry bodies. Bees sting and bees buzz but most of all bees bumble. They can be big and they can be beuatiful.
i sat there and i pondered the life of a bee. to be honest, it cannot be easy. you are so obvious – the nose, the colour. and you look like those bastards, the wasp.
it cannot be an easy life. and i didn’t feel that flowers were all that great either.
The bee flew to the red flower. It was . . . the bee has thoughts? This is a silly story. I’ve forgotten just how bees collect pollen, too. And why red? I’m thinking about poppies, I think. That’s just silly.
I am more afraid of bee attacks than snakes. There have been many in my area with people being stung 100′s of times. The are set off by vibrations like lawnmowers. Scary.
Bees are flying all around her, sprinkling the summer winds with fuzzy yellow and black shadows. Their humming drones out the noises outside, until she hears nothing but the incessant hammering of her own heart.
Bees buzzing frequently in and about the garden around Aunt Helga’s ankles. She is getting more immune to their stick web of feet clasping unto her skin. One circles her ankles, climbs her knees and zooms up her flowing skirt.
i dont know how to spell. i hate spelling bees. that’s what i think of anyways. spelling. and bees. fuck that shit. and did i tell you i’m batshit crazy? well, i am. fucking loony. like the toons, but not animated. or am i? fu
the bumblebee came with it’s stinger ready, aimed and poised to inject it’s venom. I ran, knowing that it would be attracted to the bright yellow shirt that I had worn. I was unaware that it was both falling, and was only a dead insect that my uncle was throwing at me from behind the bush. I realized this after I went inside for a drink.
words & letters falling
out of my mouth,
hitting the ground,
smashing into a
million little pieces,
can’t put them together,
can’t make it right again,
what the hell is happening
to my life?
can’t pick up the pieces,
can’t fix what’s (not) wrong.
It goes buzz buzz all around the place so happily working for it’s queen. It has a simple life and lives by simple rules and never asks for anything more. What a life a bee has.
bumble sizzle crackle pop;
bumblebee oh bumblebee.
greet us with the morning sun,
as the dew on you flies free.
learn your words and use them well, bee the one you know is one. everything cannot be found.
My best friend is allergic to them. She says that if they ever stung her and she didn’t have her epi-pen, she would die. I think about that sometimes, and sometimes it sounds a bit funny. Something so little can do something so big. Hm, puts things into perspective. If a bee can do it, so can you (just don’t kill people.)
Bees. They always tell you to not move. My theory is you shouldn’t be scared of me. Be smooth. I was stung by a bee. I wasn’t moving. I was scared though, and I was 7 years old. She knew it. My ear lobe felt it.
to bee or not to bee that is the question, a beeless hive is like an empty soul the buzz of life gone, nothing inside to hum along to the rigours of life and the joys
Bright, happy, yellow and black striped. The bubbly character in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants which was such a better book than movie. The only part of the movie that I actually liked was Amber Tamblyn. Bees are – bees are awesome. I wouldn’t want to be one, but I can respect them with all their hard work
She had an unnatural phobia of bees. All it took was someone humming “I’m Just a Little Black Rain Cloud” and she’d run off shrieking. Unfortunately for her, the only foods she could safely eat (due to severe allergies) happened to be honey and sunflower seeds.
It was another spring day one where the flowers bloomed and around them the bees did buzz. An amber coated dream that brings back such kind memories of yesteryear I often find myself sitting in silence just soaking them in. It was also there, I happened to see him, and all his splendor.
A bee what a fabolous bee, sometimes the bees sting but other times teh bees are just here to make us happy, without bees the world ends someones said, bees holy bees sweet juice that you give to us long life to bees.
By Skrying on 12.02.2009
Bee. Like a spelling bee. I was about to get in my 5th grade spelling bee. I missed the word ‘neither’
By Lizzie on 12.02.2009
Bees sting! I do not like bees for that! They make my mad and that makes me cry! Honey bees are a type of bee, my brother is reading about honey bees right now!
By Lizzie on 12.02.2009
i’m a bringing home a baby bumble bee. won’t my mommy be so proud of me? how did i get a bee anyways? where am i carrying it? why hasn’t it stung me already? is there a reason a mother would be proud of her child for bringing home a dangerous insect? my mom would freak. i am allergic though so they are deadly.
By Kathryne on 12.02.2009
A bee is a insect which flies. YOu can call honey bee.. Bees are small in size and very light weight but they are very fast. Its not that easy to catch them but in group then you can catch a bunch of them. Frogs eat bees and bees are always away from them. Bees are mostly on flowers taking buzzing around all the time
By Jason on 12.02.2009
The funny little harbinger of summer.
By Christina Coulter on 12.02.2009
This makes me think of the time when i was eight years old when two bees flew up my pants and stung me three times. My sister laughed but she was the one who hit the bees nest and i pushed her out of the way.
By KT on 12.02.2009
yellow and black, buzzing gently in the breeze. return to the nest bearing the fruits of their labor, only to return to the air once again. continuously working, until the day they die.
By chales tern on 12.02.2009
I was sitting in a field when I noticed the bee. It flew from flower to flower. It saw the flower to intimately. And it relied on the flower to continue on with its task.
The bee reminded me of you. Of how you see me so close up and how you seem to need me to continue on with your task.
It must make the flower feel so good to be needed.
By cread on 12.02.2009
I am as busy as aa bee can be. I hate bees but they are cute with their yellow and black furry bodies. Bees sting and bees buzz but most of all bees bumble. They can be big and they can be beuatiful.
By Loreo on 12.02.2009
i sat there and i pondered the life of a bee. to be honest, it cannot be easy. you are so obvious – the nose, the colour. and you look like those bastards, the wasp.
it cannot be an easy life. and i didn’t feel that flowers were all that great either.
By laura on 12.02.2009
bumble bee????????????? IDK! :’( o_O ‘M’
By FD on 12.02.2009
The bee flew to the red flower. It was . . . the bee has thoughts? This is a silly story. I’ve forgotten just how bees collect pollen, too. And why red? I’m thinking about poppies, I think. That’s just silly.
By Mathilda on 12.02.2009
I am more afraid of bee attacks than snakes. There have been many in my area with people being stung 100′s of times. The are set off by vibrations like lawnmowers. Scary.
By kathy on 12.02.2009
Bees are flying all around her, sprinkling the summer winds with fuzzy yellow and black shadows. Their humming drones out the noises outside, until she hears nothing but the incessant hammering of her own heart.
Run, run, run, never stop.
Rest, and sleep, and let the bees guide you home.
By BeyondDarkWaters on 12.02.2009
Bees buzzing frequently in and about the garden around Aunt Helga’s ankles. She is getting more immune to their stick web of feet clasping unto her skin. One circles her ankles, climbs her knees and zooms up her flowing skirt.
By stoob on 12.02.2009
or not bee
By Marisol on 12.02.2009
hjkl
By Anonymous on 12.02.2009
i dont know how to spell. i hate spelling bees. that’s what i think of anyways. spelling. and bees. fuck that shit. and did i tell you i’m batshit crazy? well, i am. fucking loony. like the toons, but not animated. or am i? fu
By dave on 12.02.2009
the bumblebee came with it’s stinger ready, aimed and poised to inject it’s venom. I ran, knowing that it would be attracted to the bright yellow shirt that I had worn. I was unaware that it was both falling, and was only a dead insect that my uncle was throwing at me from behind the bush. I realized this after I went inside for a drink.
By John on 12.02.2009
words & letters falling
out of my mouth,
hitting the ground,
smashing into a
million little pieces,
can’t put them together,
can’t make it right again,
what the hell is happening
to my life?
can’t pick up the pieces,
can’t fix what’s (not) wrong.
By .mate.feed.kill.repeat. on 12.02.2009
It goes buzz buzz all around the place so happily working for it’s queen. It has a simple life and lives by simple rules and never asks for anything more. What a life a bee has.
By Cait on 12.02.2009
Spelling bees stink.
By Kai on 12.02.2009
bumble sizzle crackle pop;
bumblebee oh bumblebee.
greet us with the morning sun,
as the dew on you flies free.
learn your words and use them well, bee the one you know is one. everything cannot be found.
By Kristen on 12.02.2009
frown
By marcella on 12.02.2009
My best friend is allergic to them. She says that if they ever stung her and she didn’t have her epi-pen, she would die. I think about that sometimes, and sometimes it sounds a bit funny. Something so little can do something so big. Hm, puts things into perspective. If a bee can do it, so can you (just don’t kill people.)
By Zuleyka (ablackdoor.tumblr.com) on 12.02.2009
Bees. They always tell you to not move. My theory is you shouldn’t be scared of me. Be smooth. I was stung by a bee. I wasn’t moving. I was scared though, and I was 7 years old. She knew it. My ear lobe felt it.
By tere on 12.02.2009
what ever you can’t…
By me on 12.02.2009
to bee or not to bee that is the question, a beeless hive is like an empty soul the buzz of life gone, nothing inside to hum along to the rigours of life and the joys
By r on 12.02.2009
Bright, happy, yellow and black striped. The bubbly character in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants which was such a better book than movie. The only part of the movie that I actually liked was Amber Tamblyn. Bees are – bees are awesome. I wouldn’t want to be one, but I can respect them with all their hard work
By Susan on 12.02.2009
Bumble, as in bounce. As in Bumbles bounce, i would lie to watch rudolph the red nosed reindeer. Frank Sinatra Rules
By Danger on 12.02.2009
Working, happy, interesting bug. Spring, honey, mountains, carefree.
By Petra on 12.02.2009
milk and honey are they favourite bunny bee hunny s good me likey!
By fres on 12.02.2009
makes honey and polinates flowers, going extinct, honey, burts bees, tea, life
By christine evko on 12.02.2009
big fucking animal
By banana on 12.02.2009
the bee stings, the bee dies. when is it worth the roll of dice with death? does the answer come from outside?
By hogtosser on 12.02.2009
She had an unnatural phobia of bees. All it took was someone humming “I’m Just a Little Black Rain Cloud” and she’d run off shrieking. Unfortunately for her, the only foods she could safely eat (due to severe allergies) happened to be honey and sunflower seeds.
By Cinnia on 12.02.2009
OMG Its a bee. Help! I’ve never been stung before, but I’ve heard it hurts! Oh noooooo! OWOWOWHBKAGSLtuARJgnxfzdjlstkl….
Ouch.
It hurt.
By JMan on 12.02.2009
bee=honey=yummy food= mmm..= fat = more diet
bee also = bee stings = pain
bee= sweet honey = bears
By bee love on 12.02.2009
It was another spring day one where the flowers bloomed and around them the bees did buzz. An amber coated dream that brings back such kind memories of yesteryear I often find myself sitting in silence just soaking them in. It was also there, I happened to see him, and all his splendor.
By Cole on 12.02.2009