With that pile of savage hair
she could be keeping a beehive under there
and then the bees would plant honey in her thoughts
and flowers in her mind
so she could hold her head like a queen
tilted off to the side
looking at something far off
with that long neck
and bare shoulders
the beehive was so high up in the tree i thought i’d just leave it alone. i’d let the little buzzing creatures make their honey, live their lives, they did not need me to go on in rain on their home with my garden hose and ruin their future. poor little honey bees.
Mischievous children climbing trees and recklessly swinging from branches. So close to the beehive, the babysitter eyes the children. Running towards them as they near the hive. Yelling as they knock it down with their giggles. They didn’t realize what just happened. But she sure did.
Whenever I see a beehive, I get scared. I don’t like bees. Bees are mean. They sting people and then just fly away as if they don’t even care. Who does that? They should at least apologize for what they’ve done!!
We stalked through the playground with wood-chip filled fists. Then we spotted one, lonely looking bee fly past us, unsuspecting. Our target was close.
Beehive is a type of hairstyle that is commonly worn by cruel teachers from children’s books. The hairstyle is worn in a very strict and stern manner, and the person wearing this hairstyle is most likely also wearing glasses and a frown. If you ever receive a teacher who shows up to class on the first day (or any day) with a beehive hairstyle, I suggest talking to Mr.Dugger or Ms. Carballo immediately.
Well the first time I got stung by a bee I was at my cousins house. I really don’t remember my age …. Probably eight? S anyways I was playing outside and all of the sudden I felt something on my knee and started to scream… Ow! My knee had blown up like a golf ball and I started to cry. I then got drugged on benedrl and it was all better!
When I was younger my sister and me had this huge beehive in our backyard. So one day we decided to or I decided to throw rocks at it. Not my best moment. The bees then left the beehive and chased my sister and me around my house. We got stung 32 times total. It wasn’t fun.
I got stung by a bee when I was on the monkey bars in first grade but that was the only time. I am actually a bee whisperer so when they are around the lunch table I bring them away on my hands. I like honey in my tea.
The beehive is in the forest, supplying the river of milk and honey with it’s honey, the cow with the milk just down the road. Forget the complexities of past and future, and remember the simple of today, if only because it’s easier that way. LIve in the present.
These things always seem the same. The way the bees enter and exit the beehive remind me of the way a human’s work condition is. Predictable, not-interesting, routine, etc. The usual buzz.
It buzzed incessantly, driving him absolutely insane. He never liked bees. Always thought they were obnoxious. It didn’t help that he was highly allergic to their stings. Being this close to a beehive made him uneasy, and made him want to scream at the same time.
Brittany
I’ve never met a lady with hair like a beehive. I think it would be fun. Reminds me of the pompadour in GG. Anyway, I think I’ll avoid beehives, but I do love the honey. Lately I’ve gotten on a honey kick. It is sooooo good in hot water from Panera. Mrs. Johann convinced me that it will keep me from getting ill. It is just a good sugar fix for me for now. I like honey.
Megan Fuller
Ah! This is my first one word entry. Bee-hive almost sounds like “behave” to me. But while a beehIVE is free and liberated and buzzes about, behave is shot under the system of legality.
stargirl
There is a large buzzing beehive in the big tree behind the house. I can see the hive swaying in the wind from my big bay window where I sit, knees tucked up into my chest, my cheek resting on top as I stare into the distance. The window is open just a crack and the cool breeze coming into the warm room sends a chill down my spine. My favorite patterned curtains flutter up into a straight line, as if they are pointing towards the door. They beckon me to walk out the door, bounce down the crooked stairs, jumping over the bottom one as always, and run out the backdoor to be embraced by the open air.
Elisa
Standing on the hill, I saw the tree that promised treasure if I was willing to brave the danger.
But I had come prepared. no stingers would stop my quest to raid the hive for honey.
Winnie the pooh got stuck in the beehive. He loves honey and ran out of it in his home pantry. He couldn’t get out of the hive and the bees continued to sting him as he hung there swinging and trying to get his hand free.
j.renee
The low, rhythmic hum reverberating within the beehive was captivating. Dangerous. She knew she was allergic. That bees meant death, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was drawn to the sound. Drawn to the finality of death. It would only hurt for a moment, then the torture of life would be over. The pain was worth it. One last stab, then an eternity of […]
a bear knocking its paws at a beehive. doesn’t know the bees will sting it. it’s too stupid to figure that one out. if it were a honey badger it would be fine. honey badger don’t give a shit. but this is a bear. a hungry one, too. hunger always makes you stupid no matter what species you are.
Emma
I hate bees, therefore I hate beehives. I really don’t like them. They attacked my food at the park before. My brother likes to catch bees and keep them in a bug hut, or at least he used too.
buzz around
with the group-think
mentality that
breeds mediocrity.
buzz around
and follow one
after the other like the
good little workers
you are.
and not once,
not once believe the
queen has all the answers.
beehive bees buzzing through field nurturing and nourishing. Fueling the thrust of blossoms and beauty. coordinating in tedrahedral community, serving the life of each
Behave yourselves no matter what your inspiration may be. Bees and trackerjacks are not pleasant things to encounter. Icecream and honey and nice and sweet. I love cheesecake. what the hell am i saying?
Kiara
beehive have bees in them. bees who play each and everyone’s part. it is a great representation of what the human world should be. if we work together and do our part, we all come out strong and produce an outcome as sweet as the honey bees make.
The beer went up the tree and grabbed the beehive with his huge claw.
makenzie miller
Winney the pooh loves honey. He would take the risk of sticking his head in a beehive for some lovely delicious honey.
Pedro
Matt stared intensively at Bethany. His stare stung Bethany, like a swarm of bees staggering out of a large, golden beehive. “I’m sorry Matt! I really am!” Bethany wailed out, trying to get some medicine for her bee sting.
there was a beehive dangling from the branch next to my large, bay window in my bedroom. bees scattered from it now and then. i loved drawing it- little doodles that clustered my sketchbook. i loved it. when my father got rid of it one day because my brother got a bee sting, i was so sad. i loved that beehive. at least i had my drawings, they were the closest thing to it.
angela
It’s almost as if I had shattered the fragility of the peace within his heart. With that one word “Maybe.” I could’ve said better I supposed, perhaps a reply that set his heart at peace. Perhaps. But the human heart’s a practically beehive, running on emotion and energy and sensation that fill the combs. His were empty already, not by me, but by the days he lived.
S.
It was a mistake. All Dean wanted to do was agitate them a little bit, give Sammy a little scare. But the next thing he knew he was dashing for the car with Sam’s chubby hand in his, the buzz of dozen of angry bees loud in his ears. Tears rolled down over Sam’s red cheeks as Dean counted the stings on his arms; one, two, four, seven. He bit his lip and whispered a sorry, shoulders suddenly like lead.
With that pile of savage hair
she could be keeping a beehive under there
and then the bees would plant honey in her thoughts
and flowers in her mind
so she could hold her head like a queen
tilted off to the side
looking at something far off
with that long neck
and bare shoulders
the beehive was so high up in the tree i thought i’d just leave it alone. i’d let the little buzzing creatures make their honey, live their lives, they did not need me to go on in rain on their home with my garden hose and ruin their future. poor little honey bees.
Big tall hairdo of the sixties
Mischievous children climbing trees and recklessly swinging from branches. So close to the beehive, the babysitter eyes the children. Running towards them as they near the hive. Yelling as they knock it down with their giggles. They didn’t realize what just happened. But she sure did.
Whenever I see a beehive, I get scared. I don’t like bees. Bees are mean. They sting people and then just fly away as if they don’t even care. Who does that? They should at least apologize for what they’ve done!!
We stalked through the playground with wood-chip filled fists. Then we spotted one, lonely looking bee fly past us, unsuspecting. Our target was close.
Beehive is a type of hairstyle that is commonly worn by cruel teachers from children’s books. The hairstyle is worn in a very strict and stern manner, and the person wearing this hairstyle is most likely also wearing glasses and a frown. If you ever receive a teacher who shows up to class on the first day (or any day) with a beehive hairstyle, I suggest talking to Mr.Dugger or Ms. Carballo immediately.
Well the first time I got stung by a bee I was at my cousins house. I really don’t remember my age …. Probably eight? S anyways I was playing outside and all of the sudden I felt something on my knee and started to scream… Ow! My knee had blown up like a golf ball and I started to cry. I then got drugged on benedrl and it was all better!
When I was younger my sister and me had this huge beehive in our backyard. So one day we decided to or I decided to throw rocks at it. Not my best moment. The bees then left the beehive and chased my sister and me around my house. We got stung 32 times total. It wasn’t fun.
Bumble bees, hornets, wasps, yellow jackets, honey bees, honey, bears, Winnie the pooh
I got stung by a bee when I was on the monkey bars in first grade but that was the only time. I am actually a bee whisperer so when they are around the lunch table I bring them away on my hands. I like honey in my tea.
Beehives have working bees inside of them. They work to produce honey for the queen bee, then humans take all the honey for themselves. The end.
The beehive is in the forest, supplying the river of milk and honey with it’s honey, the cow with the milk just down the road. Forget the complexities of past and future, and remember the simple of today, if only because it’s easier that way. LIve in the present.
These things always seem the same. The way the bees enter and exit the beehive remind me of the way a human’s work condition is. Predictable, not-interesting, routine, etc. The usual buzz.
It buzzed incessantly, driving him absolutely insane. He never liked bees. Always thought they were obnoxious. It didn’t help that he was highly allergic to their stings. Being this close to a beehive made him uneasy, and made him want to scream at the same time.
I’ve never met a lady with hair like a beehive. I think it would be fun. Reminds me of the pompadour in GG. Anyway, I think I’ll avoid beehives, but I do love the honey. Lately I’ve gotten on a honey kick. It is sooooo good in hot water from Panera. Mrs. Johann convinced me that it will keep me from getting ill. It is just a good sugar fix for me for now. I like honey.
Ah! This is my first one word entry. Bee-hive almost sounds like “behave” to me. But while a beehIVE is free and liberated and buzzes about, behave is shot under the system of legality.
There is a large buzzing beehive in the big tree behind the house. I can see the hive swaying in the wind from my big bay window where I sit, knees tucked up into my chest, my cheek resting on top as I stare into the distance. The window is open just a crack and the cool breeze coming into the warm room sends a chill down my spine. My favorite patterned curtains flutter up into a straight line, as if they are pointing towards the door. They beckon me to walk out the door, bounce down the crooked stairs, jumping over the bottom one as always, and run out the backdoor to be embraced by the open air.
Standing on the hill, I saw the tree that promised treasure if I was willing to brave the danger.
But I had come prepared. no stingers would stop my quest to raid the hive for honey.
Winnie the pooh got stuck in the beehive. He loves honey and ran out of it in his home pantry. He couldn’t get out of the hive and the bees continued to sting him as he hung there swinging and trying to get his hand free.
The low, rhythmic hum reverberating within the beehive was captivating. Dangerous. She knew she was allergic. That bees meant death, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was drawn to the sound. Drawn to the finality of death. It would only hurt for a moment, then the torture of life would be over. The pain was worth it. One last stab, then an eternity of […]
a bear knocking its paws at a beehive. doesn’t know the bees will sting it. it’s too stupid to figure that one out. if it were a honey badger it would be fine. honey badger don’t give a shit. but this is a bear. a hungry one, too. hunger always makes you stupid no matter what species you are.
I hate bees, therefore I hate beehives. I really don’t like them. They attacked my food at the park before. My brother likes to catch bees and keep them in a bug hut, or at least he used too.
buzz around
with the group-think
mentality that
breeds mediocrity.
buzz around
and follow one
after the other like the
good little workers
you are.
and not once,
not once believe the
queen has all the answers.
It’s a bad idea to poke beehives. My soccer coach says that when a lot of people go to the ball is also called a beehive.
beehive bees buzzing through field nurturing and nourishing. Fueling the thrust of blossoms and beauty. coordinating in tedrahedral community, serving the life of each
Behave yourselves no matter what your inspiration may be. Bees and trackerjacks are not pleasant things to encounter. Icecream and honey and nice and sweet. I love cheesecake. what the hell am i saying?
beehive have bees in them. bees who play each and everyone’s part. it is a great representation of what the human world should be. if we work together and do our part, we all come out strong and produce an outcome as sweet as the honey bees make.
there’s something so poetic about a beehive.
a tiny little fortress
with golden treasures belonging to a queen
heavily guarded.
nature writes fairytales every day.
The beer went up the tree and grabbed the beehive with his huge claw.
Winney the pooh loves honey. He would take the risk of sticking his head in a beehive for some lovely delicious honey.
Matt stared intensively at Bethany. His stare stung Bethany, like a swarm of bees staggering out of a large, golden beehive. “I’m sorry Matt! I really am!” Bethany wailed out, trying to get some medicine for her bee sting.
there was a beehive dangling from the branch next to my large, bay window in my bedroom. bees scattered from it now and then. i loved drawing it- little doodles that clustered my sketchbook. i loved it. when my father got rid of it one day because my brother got a bee sting, i was so sad. i loved that beehive. at least i had my drawings, they were the closest thing to it.
It’s almost as if I had shattered the fragility of the peace within his heart. With that one word “Maybe.” I could’ve said better I supposed, perhaps a reply that set his heart at peace. Perhaps. But the human heart’s a practically beehive, running on emotion and energy and sensation that fill the combs. His were empty already, not by me, but by the days he lived.
It was a mistake. All Dean wanted to do was agitate them a little bit, give Sammy a little scare. But the next thing he knew he was dashing for the car with Sam’s chubby hand in his, the buzz of dozen of angry bees loud in his ears. Tears rolled down over Sam’s red cheeks as Dean counted the stings on his arms; one, two, four, seven. He bit his lip and whispered a sorry, shoulders suddenly like lead.
why do we have to do this? this is a fun activity. i like beehives, they have honey in them.