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The Vault Sep 26
Bumblebee
Sweetheart
You have stole my heart
The poetry you write
Seeps into my soul
A beautiful cup of tea
Hot and ready
And I will drink deeply
And give my tea
Back to thy
My perfect
Bumblebee.
A prophecy:

In an age when all
Our cars are
Bumblebee
Hybrids

With Breathe (2 AM),
On the 2005 album
Wreck Of The Day,

Anna Christine Nalick
Will reenter
The Billboard Hot 100 Songs
20 years from now
...
I accept self-fulfilling
Prophecies as
Divine
Nothing has ever been more
Whole Foods

Than the graffiti
Written into the
Toilet paper holder

Next to
Me

"Love IS
The Answer"

And

"Open Your
3rd Eye"

In an otherwise
Prestine public restroom
A work of art, really

All while I am
Serenaded sweetly
By the Decemberists
Video Killed the Radio Star
And
Saintmotelivision
Brought
Me
Back
2
Life
2
Humble
Bee
Wanted

To say something
To you

https://open.spotify.com/track/0uJASgVP9AnPwAIgeWh34A?si=TZohom3mRdKf4cHAqLB6AA
Land
Oho
....
Humblebee
I sound like I'm
Stuck at
SAINT MOTEL


https://open.spotify.com/track/1pu4luiWwVAcJRoCuqJfWg?si=ozfadSkMQv2uhTaxyIX-Ng


I don't mean to be all
Preachy
But
Bumblebee Is Real
...
Bzzhttps://open.spotify.com/track/7qdgz117gc5StS0u2ViinE?si=v-8bBhB9QKK4cWYmju0C_Q..
Netlfix:

This is me
Just a girl
In front of

You

A Behemoth

saying
thankx

Not only did
You help me
Understand

What Jesus meant
About a 2nd *******

You helped me get
On top of things

Shortly after your
Final season

I posted all my pics
One day
The ****
Will hit
The fan
And I'll come out

Like Diaper
Drew

Innocent
As
Hell and
Cute
As
****
#brownout
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzFcbTCnUmI
Martin Horton May 27
No Bumblebee.

No blackbird, swallow, swift or Robin.

No buttercups or poppies swaying in the breeze.

No hedgehog, weasel, stoat or mole

Almost silence.

Just one sound.

The sound of property developers chewing then choking on money.
This was inspired by two things. First, I walk past hedges when I walk my dog. Filled with sparrows. Now, they are gone. Torn up by diggers. Secondly, a book called The Last Wild by Piers Torday. A powerful book about the loss of our natural world.
Caleb Nathan May 14
my brain’s a big bumblebee
floating and fluttering
wherever its
creased heart desires

its indented lines
- or black and yellow stripes -
wisps of a weary world;

corollaries of
the honey
and the rain
and the earth’s
ambiguous haze
that’s sent so many
flailing flip-flops
at me
- but also -
it’s sent
bundles of exuberance
in the form of
wistful wisteria

those
weeping
purple bundles
and my big bumblebee brain
sharing whispered secrets
so that not even
- the universe -
can listen
- can soil -
our untapped honey
jubilance
dripping out of our
full bright sprightly
grins.

so
- this -
is an ode
not
to my big bumblebee brain
bumbling through life
unperturbed and acquiescing,
but
to the flailing flip-flop
who knows no better
than attempting to
dismantle and drain
our syrupy soporific
honey secrets.

after all,
that flip-flop
does save
the fragile foot
with its wet tissue delicacy
from jagged pebbles
who also
know no better.

don’t you see;
everything is cyclical,
which is why,
my big bumblebee brain
will attempt
to sting
your ignorant skin
into submission

for no other reason
than to reach
the completion
of this sick cycle;

the same reason
the flailing flip-flop
flails for my
bumblebee brain’s
ignorance
and one day
will splatter it
all over
its hardy, weathered bottom.


ah,
how’s the old
vonnegut saying
go?
Carmen Jane Mar 18
Mommy a bee just stung my forehead
Please come kiss it, it hurts really bad,
Mommy, I was brave, because I used my bare hand
And throw it in the wetland!

I always liked you bumblebee,
but now, I am not!
I used to  to point at you with glee,
but now I hope you rot!

I always liked your honey in my milk
In books,your wings were drawn like silk
I really liked the songs ‘ bout you
That hurts so much,your sting, who knew?!

Mommy I want you to  hold me
On my little forehead I've got stung,you see
Please, quickly come and kiss me
And don't call me more ,your little hunny bee!
True story today :(
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