part of all that keeps this world going
fullfilling a necessary ecological niche
sweet creator of wonderful glucose
amazing builder of crazy fuckin construction
Anonymous
it trails it’s way looking for the sweet ichor, such a blessed promise.
jarryl
I don’t very much like bees, the little boy said to the blind man. He asked what a bee was. The boy said they were black and yellow and had stingers and would fly after him in the park. The blind man laughed. I see those all the time, he said. One buzzed around his head as he twisted his hat over his ears.
Sam
a bug that stings you
stefanie
i got stung by a bee like once in my life and it wasnt even alive. bees can still sting you if they die with their stingers in tact. well i was cleaning out from under a cabinent when i was like 9 or 10 maybe younger, and i pulled out some cool toys i hadnt seen in awhile. i rolled back over, and felt a sting… and it was from a dead bee!!
thcici
The little bumblebee
Buzzes along
It stings a boy
And now it’s gone!
D:
Kyle Falconer
i hate bees. ive never been stung though. i think thats why im so afraid of it, because i dont know what it feels like. when i got my first tatoo i asked people what it would feel like and they said it would be like getting stung by a bee….but i didnt know how that would feel. so now i say getting a tattoo feels like someone digging needles into your skin.
danamazing
The cliff was so high off the water it made the rocks below look like jagged goat droppings. He wondered how long it would take for the blood to pass from his brain into his toes, and black him out. A stinging reminder that the playmates he had left behind were luckier than he was.
canopo
Busy as a bee. Bless the bees, for without them there would be no food to eat! A bee in your bonnet is worth two in the bush. I was so happy that the bees came this year to my flowers, especially the fragrant fall ones. They were there all a buzz and I had a happy heart when I saw them.
jobo
bees
they sting
they float
they bumble
they look fuzzy
they have more bulk than other insects
they like the flowers in my lawn
Ross
buzzing yellow black flying sting me heavy to fly honey maker dangerous allergic buzz fast run away bee keeper white suit
Polly
sting
Mercedes
i remember getting stung by a bee out of a gutter. yikes! whenever i think of that word yelloe black and pain come to mind. I think bee stings and paper cuts might be the worst pains… slice slice slice
KC
Busy as a bee. That’s what I am. That’s what I have been for the past four years, five months, and seven days. But bees, in spite of being busy, still remember to go home. I doubt if they do overtime at all. Hmmm. Maybe I should follow suit.
andyeli
The bee was buzzing away to glory.
Which was not a good thing in the hive world.
They were creatures of habit,
The habit being get pollen, bite bug-gers and make the queen fat enough to feed the baby bees.
Buzzing away to glory was unheard of.
It was a bee trying break away from the mould.
Smelt of rebellion.
The bee was in love.
This was definitely not good news
Sowm
bumble bee, buzz buzz, honey bee. Bees in my bonnet, I have too many bees in my bonnet. I was stung by a bee once, and since then have been afraid of them. Bees are neat, and their stripey butts. Buzz buzz buzzy bees.
Nicky
stung pucker Jean Harlow that voice that figure that timing taken too young the hair lighter than honey really
Paul
bumble fumble do a dance fly around, make a million babies do your siblings respect the queen honey honey
awesome
I saw a bee flying at me from a far with a look of vengeance in its eyes. The bee reared its behind forward and plunged downward from the sky to suicide bomb me with its stinger.
Christian
one day i was walking through a large meadow and i came across a tree. it had a large trunk and broad branches with giant green leaves. i spotted a bee and watched as it buzzed up to its home in the tree; a bee’s nest. i was feeling adventurous so i picked up a rock and threw it at the nest.
maddy
What the hell is the actual story of the bird and the bee?
Brittaney N. Robison
there was a bee
he looked at me
i didn’t see him
but he saw me
he buzzed about
without a doubt
knowing he was
going to sting me
lala
Living in new york city, i dont interact with bees frequantly. I did once, when I went on vacation to cat skill mountains. There was a beehive behind the little cottage my grandma, brother and I stayed at. At night the noise would be unbareably loud. The sound of static would fill my dark room and paralyze me with fear. After about a week I became dependent on the noise to help me fall asleep.
Miyokino
hey little bumblebee, i know what you want from me [doo do doo do doo da dah do doo do doo do dah da]
VIVA LA LAMPEROUGE[♥]
Izzzy
Ouch! What was that? An inferno of pain rushed through his scalp and he felt and smelt his hair melting under the intense heat. He reached up just to make sure. But no, his head was fine, except for a potruding little point.
Anonymous
Floating on the breeze. sting. fucking sting. unsatisfied life unsatiates me. huh. this is a hard game. and unsatiates is not a word. this game made me realize that I have more angst today than I thought I did. that is unfortunate. the
Anonymous
Bees make honey. Bees make honey in hives. The Queen bee rules over the worker bees. The worker bees are the bees that actually make the honey through the process of pollination. Pollination happens when a bee takes the seed of one flower to another flower, but now that I think about it, I don’t know if that has anything to do with making honey.
Stephen Stallings
fly by me
circle around me
size me up
smell me scent
and pounce
plunge your stinger into me
and let me taste your honey, bee
for you are the sweetest pain i shall ever know
natalie
Bee’s are mean and sting. I’ve never been stung but I have heard it stings. I hope i never get stung. Their are worker bees, and then there is the queen bee.
Brittany
bzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Anonymous
buzz, buzz, buzz, hot sunshine waves across the meadow, waves of heat and sunshine and flowers waiting to open to bees.
Cynthia
A bee is most busy animal buzzing around all day looking for nectar from flower to flower. It has an a painful sting but for it is that it dies after stinging someone, it is its last line of defense yet its trigger to die
Collins Mugume
Bee was my nickname as a kid. My real name is actually Jacob, but for some reason my sister called me Bee. I’mt not sure why. She’s always been rather slow. Did you know that it was custom for Mayan womem, when they found an “ugly” potato, to shove it into the face of the nearest man?
Charles
Buzz buzz buzz. Bees go buzz. What else must they do? Nothing, I say. Buzzing is what they do, understandable by all and audible to most. A bee pollinates as well, but this is not the most important aspect, buzzing must be appreciated as a universal truth to all those who experience a bee.
Rob
Why is it still bee? It was bee earlier and now it’s past midnight. The word shouldn’t be bee any longer, but it still is. What is this mess? What is this madness? What is this blasphemy? What is this insanity? Inanity? Ubiquity?
AwkwardFire
Bees are wonderful. they make such a weird noise. People usually hate them, but personally i think they are beautiful insects. they love flowers, just like me! I like honey too. so thank goodness for bees!
Cynthia
i think of a bee hive and annoying bees flying around my annoying campers and hearing their screeching screams at the lunch table in fear of getting stung.
Jess
The bee flew into the hive. “Mother?” It called. The Queen came out from her bed. “My son,” she said. “You have returned.” He walked over to the elderly bee. The two embraced. “How is the honey?” He asked. She waved him off, clasping his feelers. “You’re cold!” She said.
Lolo
Bees buzz around my ears. Yellow jackets. They terrify the children. They look like little smidges of dirty sun. I want to hold them and pet them, but at the same time I am intimidated. The bees sound gets louder as they drive closer to me,
Anonymous
the bee fluttered in. Fantasie Impromptu. The violinist finished his solo. That’s it. The zombie bit off his head, but that has nothing to do with what I’m supposed to write about, it’s what I’m listening to. “Bee” doesn’t really match up to the soundtrack from 28 Weeks Later. Anyway, about that bee.
Spelling bee. He answered correctly. And then fainted, and got back up, to thunderous applause. Then silence. Let is simmer.
part of all that keeps this world going
fullfilling a necessary ecological niche
sweet creator of wonderful glucose
amazing builder of crazy fuckin construction
it trails it’s way looking for the sweet ichor, such a blessed promise.
I don’t very much like bees, the little boy said to the blind man. He asked what a bee was. The boy said they were black and yellow and had stingers and would fly after him in the park. The blind man laughed. I see those all the time, he said. One buzzed around his head as he twisted his hat over his ears.
a bug that stings you
i got stung by a bee like once in my life and it wasnt even alive. bees can still sting you if they die with their stingers in tact. well i was cleaning out from under a cabinent when i was like 9 or 10 maybe younger, and i pulled out some cool toys i hadnt seen in awhile. i rolled back over, and felt a sting… and it was from a dead bee!!
The little bumblebee
Buzzes along
It stings a boy
And now it’s gone!
D:
i hate bees. ive never been stung though. i think thats why im so afraid of it, because i dont know what it feels like. when i got my first tatoo i asked people what it would feel like and they said it would be like getting stung by a bee….but i didnt know how that would feel. so now i say getting a tattoo feels like someone digging needles into your skin.
The cliff was so high off the water it made the rocks below look like jagged goat droppings. He wondered how long it would take for the blood to pass from his brain into his toes, and black him out. A stinging reminder that the playmates he had left behind were luckier than he was.
Busy as a bee. Bless the bees, for without them there would be no food to eat! A bee in your bonnet is worth two in the bush. I was so happy that the bees came this year to my flowers, especially the fragrant fall ones. They were there all a buzz and I had a happy heart when I saw them.
bees
they sting
they float
they bumble
they look fuzzy
they have more bulk than other insects
they like the flowers in my lawn
buzzing yellow black flying sting me heavy to fly honey maker dangerous allergic buzz fast run away bee keeper white suit
sting
i remember getting stung by a bee out of a gutter. yikes! whenever i think of that word yelloe black and pain come to mind. I think bee stings and paper cuts might be the worst pains… slice slice slice
Busy as a bee. That’s what I am. That’s what I have been for the past four years, five months, and seven days. But bees, in spite of being busy, still remember to go home. I doubt if they do overtime at all. Hmmm. Maybe I should follow suit.
The bee was buzzing away to glory.
Which was not a good thing in the hive world.
They were creatures of habit,
The habit being get pollen, bite bug-gers and make the queen fat enough to feed the baby bees.
Buzzing away to glory was unheard of.
It was a bee trying break away from the mould.
Smelt of rebellion.
The bee was in love.
This was definitely not good news
bumble bee, buzz buzz, honey bee. Bees in my bonnet, I have too many bees in my bonnet. I was stung by a bee once, and since then have been afraid of them. Bees are neat, and their stripey butts. Buzz buzz buzzy bees.
stung pucker Jean Harlow that voice that figure that timing taken too young the hair lighter than honey really
bumble fumble do a dance fly around, make a million babies do your siblings respect the queen honey honey
I saw a bee flying at me from a far with a look of vengeance in its eyes. The bee reared its behind forward and plunged downward from the sky to suicide bomb me with its stinger.
one day i was walking through a large meadow and i came across a tree. it had a large trunk and broad branches with giant green leaves. i spotted a bee and watched as it buzzed up to its home in the tree; a bee’s nest. i was feeling adventurous so i picked up a rock and threw it at the nest.
What the hell is the actual story of the bird and the bee?
there was a bee
he looked at me
i didn’t see him
but he saw me
he buzzed about
without a doubt
knowing he was
going to sting me
Living in new york city, i dont interact with bees frequantly. I did once, when I went on vacation to cat skill mountains. There was a beehive behind the little cottage my grandma, brother and I stayed at. At night the noise would be unbareably loud. The sound of static would fill my dark room and paralyze me with fear. After about a week I became dependent on the noise to help me fall asleep.
hey little bumblebee, i know what you want from me [doo do doo do doo da dah do doo do doo do dah da]
VIVA LA LAMPEROUGE[♥]
Ouch! What was that? An inferno of pain rushed through his scalp and he felt and smelt his hair melting under the intense heat. He reached up just to make sure. But no, his head was fine, except for a potruding little point.
Floating on the breeze. sting. fucking sting. unsatisfied life unsatiates me. huh. this is a hard game. and unsatiates is not a word. this game made me realize that I have more angst today than I thought I did. that is unfortunate. the
Bees make honey. Bees make honey in hives. The Queen bee rules over the worker bees. The worker bees are the bees that actually make the honey through the process of pollination. Pollination happens when a bee takes the seed of one flower to another flower, but now that I think about it, I don’t know if that has anything to do with making honey.
fly by me
circle around me
size me up
smell me scent
and pounce
plunge your stinger into me
and let me taste your honey, bee
for you are the sweetest pain i shall ever know
Bee’s are mean and sting. I’ve never been stung but I have heard it stings. I hope i never get stung. Their are worker bees, and then there is the queen bee.
bzzzzzzzzzzzzz
buzz, buzz, buzz, hot sunshine waves across the meadow, waves of heat and sunshine and flowers waiting to open to bees.
A bee is most busy animal buzzing around all day looking for nectar from flower to flower. It has an a painful sting but for it is that it dies after stinging someone, it is its last line of defense yet its trigger to die
Bee was my nickname as a kid. My real name is actually Jacob, but for some reason my sister called me Bee. I’mt not sure why. She’s always been rather slow. Did you know that it was custom for Mayan womem, when they found an “ugly” potato, to shove it into the face of the nearest man?
Buzz buzz buzz. Bees go buzz. What else must they do? Nothing, I say. Buzzing is what they do, understandable by all and audible to most. A bee pollinates as well, but this is not the most important aspect, buzzing must be appreciated as a universal truth to all those who experience a bee.
Why is it still bee? It was bee earlier and now it’s past midnight. The word shouldn’t be bee any longer, but it still is. What is this mess? What is this madness? What is this blasphemy? What is this insanity? Inanity? Ubiquity?
Bees are wonderful. they make such a weird noise. People usually hate them, but personally i think they are beautiful insects. they love flowers, just like me! I like honey too. so thank goodness for bees!
i think of a bee hive and annoying bees flying around my annoying campers and hearing their screeching screams at the lunch table in fear of getting stung.
The bee flew into the hive. “Mother?” It called. The Queen came out from her bed. “My son,” she said. “You have returned.” He walked over to the elderly bee. The two embraced. “How is the honey?” He asked. She waved him off, clasping his feelers. “You’re cold!” She said.
Bees buzz around my ears. Yellow jackets. They terrify the children. They look like little smidges of dirty sun. I want to hold them and pet them, but at the same time I am intimidated. The bees sound gets louder as they drive closer to me,
the bee fluttered in. Fantasie Impromptu. The violinist finished his solo. That’s it. The zombie bit off his head, but that has nothing to do with what I’m supposed to write about, it’s what I’m listening to. “Bee” doesn’t really match up to the soundtrack from 28 Weeks Later. Anyway, about that bee.
Spelling bee. He answered correctly. And then fainted, and got back up, to thunderous applause. Then silence. Let is simmer.