its a spelling bee i never wanted to be in in the first place, but i did it because the teacher asked, and being the overachiever and teacher’s pet (everyone’s gotta be good at something, right?) i did it. and won. with the word…
hopey
bee the buzz of the town and you’ll get all the honey a bee could ever need.
Jag
yellow, stinger, black stripes, pain, wings, spring, flowers, honey, buzz, white picket fence, green grass, hive, swarm, swollen, eyes, birds, birds and bees, sex, wasp
Courtney
There was a bee buzzing around her head and it landed on her bangs. she looked at it in awe while walking along the sidewalk. couldn’t shake it off, but didn’t mind because everyone needs a rest sometimes.
Alli
Once there was a bee and the bee had very few friends. Its heart felt like something was missing so it decided to go on an adventure. Once out of the hive the bee wandered around the world sniffing flowers and enjoying the nice breeze. But a soon a gust of wind came and blew him away…
jessica Lovelace
the thought came buzzing in my head, chasing my imagination until it landed on an idea and pollinated it
g
bee
jessica lovelace
the boy stepped on a bee for the first time in his entire life. he wasnt sure why the arch of his foot stung all of a sudden, but he screamed for his mother anyway.
Anonymous
A bee is thought to be one of the most extraordinary of all insects. It is not supposed to be able to fly…but no one told him that. So, he does. Wish someone had told him he was not su[[[
tonja
A bee is a terrible thing to waste. Don’t you agree> It is viscious, but can be adorable if not angered. Yes, it is feared, but it is also loved for its charm and its demeanor. It is frequently seen flying around and pissing afraid people off.
Max
buzz, i’m a bee, i’m gonna get you with my stinger. No I won’t do that I like y’all to much. Now I’m gonna go and suck on that stem like there is no tomorrow.
Tripotamus
It was a book, about bees. or about saving bees. or bee keepers. or something. But it was a girl who was orphaned, maybe, or for some reason on her own, and she ended up with a family who kept bees, and she found love and purpose in life and lived happily ever after. Not that bees are a sure thing, but it worked for her.
klyje
bee is an insect that is yellow and black and they are portrayed as cute usually in society, but in all honestly when you see the real thing they are nasty and evil looking! I honestly cannot remember the last time i was stung by a bee but i do remember that when i was it was quite painful.
Julia
i hate bees, im allergic to them and they make me swell
Anonymous
Floating along the wind like a bee.
Quiet, calm.
Gentle buzz, inconspicuous.
Black, yellow, brown.
Constantly searching,
Never enough.
Julia
I will be like you. You will see me bee. Buzzzz. It was time to go but the words still echoed in her mind. se could hardly wait to see him again because she knew he would be waiting for her. Wait. Wait once more. She couldn’t not anymore. She would party crash his house and stop him from ever stopping her anymore. No more.
Lisa
the bees are dying and i think it has to be important. Right? Yes, it will be important.
Anonymous
Opal pursed her lips in raw annoyance as the blasted insect buzzed around her ear for the second time during this picnic. She swatted angrily at the striped creature, and the male teenager across from her laughed in her face, nibbling on the corner of his own sandwhich. Eventually he leaned over and swatted it away, much to her satisfaction. She gave him a quick peck on the lips as a reward.
Lily
this is a bug with wings and sometimes it is yellowish i like to see it flying despite its wings are not proportional to its body…
jamcruz
a bee is a small insect creature that is most well known for its black and yellow stripes. it can be found in the woods or in other places where insects live. they tend to make honey, sting, and make buzzing sounds.
a bee could also refer to the Black Eyed Peas song “I’m a B”.
Maddie
The pollentation of a flower
slightly bowing in the wind
crown of pink and purple velvet
causes it to flourish
all because of
one
little
bee
NeonChandelier
to bee or not two bee? that my dear friend is the question. i fele that our “well-bee-ing” should be our upmost priority, but is forgotten by most.
paul
an insect known for its industriousness, busy as a bee is the phrase; buzz is the activity in a hive,; producer of sweet, nutritious honey.
pavalamani pragasam
Bumblin stumblin fumblin little bee. Why is it you see yourself as better than me?
TiganMurdar
honey
ashley
there is no such thing as learning flowers in sunshine when hands swell so high that i cannot form a fist at the top of a mountain. the world is so huge and covered in snow and tops of cliffs, and there are gods on high praying to us. i am still learning flowers but sometimes i am stuck in a space where i cannot even think to know their names.
tree
the bee hovered around the hive and I stared up at it from the ground. It moved carelessly and wandered free. So much more free than I had ever known. I looked down at the grass and saw its green hue
Stephen
What could I be if if I could choose what to be? Perhaps, I could be a bee! Flying, buzzing and bouncing around in pollen. Rhythm and harmony from the sound of my flight.
Anonymous
I saw a bee yesterday. I was in awe of the bee and it’s ability to fly so freely, without any constraints…or gravity :) Bee’s are such beautiful creature, and they can be deadly too!
Brenda
bee
Anonymous
Be the bee. Fly like the bee. Sting like the bee. Gather pollen like the bee. Get honey like the bee.
NOW SQUISH IT!
Hafai.
NRVNQZR
NRVNQZR
stinging insect, painful, hardworking, everworking, never questioning in its duty, working for the collective, work, work, work. gibt es etwas anderes? no. for what other purpose does it exist to the collective? out of the millions and millions of subjects, one makes no difference to the rest
hyphen
i was so free moving from flower to flower it was almost a hi i got as i flew around gathering polle i realy dont want to writ e about this word
Amber Lee Bornhauser
I spy a bumble bee,
sifting through the trees.
Dashing, flashing, up and down
twirling all around to the ground.
Cutie, tootsie bumble bee,
stings me on my knee.
Thats not very nice,
Jesus Christ!
Tori :D
The bumble bee flew in a casual way to his normal flower, confidant that it would be there to welcome him with the sweetest pollin in the field. But as he cirlcled closer, he saw a strange thing. The flower was gone.
Ashlen Hodge
The bee was flying all over the room. I stared at it – for some reason, it interested me more than the current conversation – about my future, no less. Suddenly, it smacked straight into the window. I guess it was going too fast, because its wings buzzed for a moment, and then it fell, down, down, down, to the ground, where it lay, weakly buzzing. I felt terrible for it. I thought maybe it was an omen for me – about my so-called future.
lola
When I saw the bee enter my room, I was surprised. It was holding a briefcase, and it said to me “I was told to come here to deliver this special gift to you,” The bee dropped it on the floor, and left through a window. I walked to the briefcase and opened it. Inside was a banana and a microphone. I didn’t know what to do, so I put the briefcase in my mailbox, and I sent it to Canada.
Sileman
the bee, the queen bee. royal jelly. bees sketched on paper, winnie the pooh and the honey tree. bee stings, honey, honeyed words. worker bees, drone bees, american society, the urban jungle, the urban nest. honey, gold. stings from a bee, from a rose, like thorns. petals are the honey.
Charlotte Ravenswood
i once knew a bee who sat on my knee. he spoke to me about how she loved to make honey. I was taken aback when i woke from a nap and the bee was not there, and realized that it was all just a dream
its a spelling bee i never wanted to be in in the first place, but i did it because the teacher asked, and being the overachiever and teacher’s pet (everyone’s gotta be good at something, right?) i did it. and won. with the word…
bee the buzz of the town and you’ll get all the honey a bee could ever need.
yellow, stinger, black stripes, pain, wings, spring, flowers, honey, buzz, white picket fence, green grass, hive, swarm, swollen, eyes, birds, birds and bees, sex, wasp
There was a bee buzzing around her head and it landed on her bangs. she looked at it in awe while walking along the sidewalk. couldn’t shake it off, but didn’t mind because everyone needs a rest sometimes.
Once there was a bee and the bee had very few friends. Its heart felt like something was missing so it decided to go on an adventure. Once out of the hive the bee wandered around the world sniffing flowers and enjoying the nice breeze. But a soon a gust of wind came and blew him away…
the thought came buzzing in my head, chasing my imagination until it landed on an idea and pollinated it
bee
the boy stepped on a bee for the first time in his entire life. he wasnt sure why the arch of his foot stung all of a sudden, but he screamed for his mother anyway.
A bee is thought to be one of the most extraordinary of all insects. It is not supposed to be able to fly…but no one told him that. So, he does. Wish someone had told him he was not su[[[
A bee is a terrible thing to waste. Don’t you agree> It is viscious, but can be adorable if not angered. Yes, it is feared, but it is also loved for its charm and its demeanor. It is frequently seen flying around and pissing afraid people off.
buzz, i’m a bee, i’m gonna get you with my stinger. No I won’t do that I like y’all to much. Now I’m gonna go and suck on that stem like there is no tomorrow.
It was a book, about bees. or about saving bees. or bee keepers. or something. But it was a girl who was orphaned, maybe, or for some reason on her own, and she ended up with a family who kept bees, and she found love and purpose in life and lived happily ever after. Not that bees are a sure thing, but it worked for her.
bee is an insect that is yellow and black and they are portrayed as cute usually in society, but in all honestly when you see the real thing they are nasty and evil looking! I honestly cannot remember the last time i was stung by a bee but i do remember that when i was it was quite painful.
i hate bees, im allergic to them and they make me swell
Floating along the wind like a bee.
Quiet, calm.
Gentle buzz, inconspicuous.
Black, yellow, brown.
Constantly searching,
Never enough.
I will be like you. You will see me bee. Buzzzz. It was time to go but the words still echoed in her mind. se could hardly wait to see him again because she knew he would be waiting for her. Wait. Wait once more. She couldn’t not anymore. She would party crash his house and stop him from ever stopping her anymore. No more.
the bees are dying and i think it has to be important. Right? Yes, it will be important.
Opal pursed her lips in raw annoyance as the blasted insect buzzed around her ear for the second time during this picnic. She swatted angrily at the striped creature, and the male teenager across from her laughed in her face, nibbling on the corner of his own sandwhich. Eventually he leaned over and swatted it away, much to her satisfaction. She gave him a quick peck on the lips as a reward.
this is a bug with wings and sometimes it is yellowish i like to see it flying despite its wings are not proportional to its body…
a bee is a small insect creature that is most well known for its black and yellow stripes. it can be found in the woods or in other places where insects live. they tend to make honey, sting, and make buzzing sounds.
a bee could also refer to the Black Eyed Peas song “I’m a B”.
The pollentation of a flower
slightly bowing in the wind
crown of pink and purple velvet
causes it to flourish
all because of
one
little
bee
to bee or not two bee? that my dear friend is the question. i fele that our “well-bee-ing” should be our upmost priority, but is forgotten by most.
an insect known for its industriousness, busy as a bee is the phrase; buzz is the activity in a hive,; producer of sweet, nutritious honey.
Bumblin stumblin fumblin little bee. Why is it you see yourself as better than me?
honey
there is no such thing as learning flowers in sunshine when hands swell so high that i cannot form a fist at the top of a mountain. the world is so huge and covered in snow and tops of cliffs, and there are gods on high praying to us. i am still learning flowers but sometimes i am stuck in a space where i cannot even think to know their names.
the bee hovered around the hive and I stared up at it from the ground. It moved carelessly and wandered free. So much more free than I had ever known. I looked down at the grass and saw its green hue
What could I be if if I could choose what to be? Perhaps, I could be a bee! Flying, buzzing and bouncing around in pollen. Rhythm and harmony from the sound of my flight.
I saw a bee yesterday. I was in awe of the bee and it’s ability to fly so freely, without any constraints…or gravity :) Bee’s are such beautiful creature, and they can be deadly too!
bee
Be the bee. Fly like the bee. Sting like the bee. Gather pollen like the bee. Get honey like the bee.
NOW SQUISH IT!
NRVNQZR
stinging insect, painful, hardworking, everworking, never questioning in its duty, working for the collective, work, work, work. gibt es etwas anderes? no. for what other purpose does it exist to the collective? out of the millions and millions of subjects, one makes no difference to the rest
i was so free moving from flower to flower it was almost a hi i got as i flew around gathering polle i realy dont want to writ e about this word
I spy a bumble bee,
sifting through the trees.
Dashing, flashing, up and down
twirling all around to the ground.
Cutie, tootsie bumble bee,
stings me on my knee.
Thats not very nice,
Jesus Christ!
The bumble bee flew in a casual way to his normal flower, confidant that it would be there to welcome him with the sweetest pollin in the field. But as he cirlcled closer, he saw a strange thing. The flower was gone.
The bee was flying all over the room. I stared at it – for some reason, it interested me more than the current conversation – about my future, no less. Suddenly, it smacked straight into the window. I guess it was going too fast, because its wings buzzed for a moment, and then it fell, down, down, down, to the ground, where it lay, weakly buzzing. I felt terrible for it. I thought maybe it was an omen for me – about my so-called future.
When I saw the bee enter my room, I was surprised. It was holding a briefcase, and it said to me “I was told to come here to deliver this special gift to you,” The bee dropped it on the floor, and left through a window. I walked to the briefcase and opened it. Inside was a banana and a microphone. I didn’t know what to do, so I put the briefcase in my mailbox, and I sent it to Canada.
the bee, the queen bee. royal jelly. bees sketched on paper, winnie the pooh and the honey tree. bee stings, honey, honeyed words. worker bees, drone bees, american society, the urban jungle, the urban nest. honey, gold. stings from a bee, from a rose, like thorns. petals are the honey.
i once knew a bee who sat on my knee. he spoke to me about how she loved to make honey. I was taken aback when i woke from a nap and the bee was not there, and realized that it was all just a dream