#hive
Wuxing Category: Earth (土)
3-xx
A cedar hull of six-sided frames,
That holds the lattice of six-sided cells.
The brood is held in shadowed, waxen rows,
Where capped jelly abounds in heavy gold.
The sisters do not swarm but stay to guard,
To nurture and collect within the walls.
Nature’s bounty buzzes with intent,
Each day, to follow the sun, to collect, to thrive.
I find myself in awe at this vault,
Where the geometry of the lines has become a hearth.
Where the world has purpose, in this colony of might,
But the aimless flight of my own lets me frantically drift.
This foundation is where a legacy grows,
And I see my own life in its matrix.
I do not seek the height of the summer wind,
Only the strength of the base and deep-set sill,
Ensuring the anchor of my heart is broad enough for the weight.
Low fieldstones trace the garden’s quiet edge,
Where water drips upon the sun-warmed clay.
The nectar of the tulip and the sage,
Is carried to the gate on golden thighs.
A heavy stone sits firm upon the lid,
To keep the winter’s breath from lifting high.
The fountain hums a low and steady song,
While workers rest beneath the copper eave.
This hive of wonder is a valley that mirrors my spirit,
Watching these tiny things move within this mimic of wood.
I take solace in their tempo and quell my pace and demands,
To find the quiet center in the expansion of this life with another.
I am not still, nor swarm, but calm, at peace with my existence,
To stand witness to the perimeter and the silence of the abyss.
If I am the Earth, you are my moon that supports this design.
If you are the nectar, then I am the labor of love.
It is in this truth that the stone is heavy, and the reason I remain.
刘嘉文
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 7:27 PM UTC
An Apis hides her head in a hole to regurgitate nectar,
the sticky ***** pouring from her mouth,
only later to use that same mouth to feed
her young and her queen,
a life sustaining royal jelly.
Perhaps my metaphor is flawed,
for, even our own **** sapien royalty know
they have to face it all alone.
Face what alone?
The Apis is never alone, she has her sisters.
A simple life, though failure to keep her place –
perform her tasks –
results in death.
In death?
Perhaps following is not so simple,
but maintain a hive mind and there is nothing to fear.
Nothing to fear?
Except the possession of a hive mind.
That is the only way to not face it all alone:
be just the same as all the rest.
Act like them?
Yes, darling, but more than that:
You must think like them as well.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
Who dreams
who alive?
The flower
To the bee,
Inside the hive
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
Our tendrils have parted the cracks in the stars
as we slip through the space in-between
Cacophony echoes through the dark of the sky
and the air starts to split at the seams
The hunger is growing as the swarm is amassed
we're compelled to the prey we've caught
We are a sea of gnashing jaws and slashing claws
We are conclusion, we are the maw!
You are the chosen, gathered livestock
Marching solemnly to the gates of the slaughter inside out walls
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
a wafer
on a
bee that
said enough
to her
workers how
this milky
flavor with
pone would
butterfly the
Queen as
Ester said
a ruleless
bunch there
was made
of gold
in mambo
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
Stripey, furry, pollen coated
Buzzing summer stillness into life,
Journey of fertility from stamen to
Stamen, pollination, by-product of travail.
Sweet honey stored in citadel honeycomb
Shaped perfectly, Fibonacci sequence,
Queen factory birthing, supplying an army
Compulsory conscription, signed up for life
Common mind, common goal, calculating
Journeys to fertile meadows, returning
Debriefing to communicate flight path,
Destination situation report, until
One day dispatch signals failure
The hive is silenced, the computer
Turned off.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
My step that hurt me.
I fell because the ones who were supposed to help were like you.
I designed a little more differently.
That was big and comfy like whoo!
Please understand this coming from me.
They are the same religion.
They are against me.
I can be as smart as a surgeon.
I understand that we have our differences.
But we are all angels.
Despite what hinders us.
All that stuff that is new leaves us tangled.
Help me please lost here alone.
What can I do.
Give a dog a bone.
With that I ruined you.
Growing up with two fathers.
Now the ones that are supposed to help me do not even bother.
I know all their secrets and all their lies.
I have had nothing but grief from the closest all my life.
Have fun with your lives.
Because I have nothing but pain; stung by the hive.
This is it, I have said what I need to say.
Now it is time to go away.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
#
Is it wrong to feel
it all unfold
to want my tongue to peel
off the words that have been foretold
to let my chest burst open
feel the nectar of flowers all find their place within
My body's nothing more than a token
caught in darkness for far too long my lively swarm has been
And oh, the misery
I can't let them out
The only bliss, you see
is when the humming isn't so loud
But today my ears can't take the noise
my body aches, its been holding and breaking
I thought somewhere in all that buzzing I heard a voice
But I'm afraid I'm just anothers nest in the making
In my dreams I see my bees leaving
they all fly away
and I can't blame the spider for weaving
turning this hive into her own flowery array
Soon this place might as well be forgotten
for I know nothing about actual flowers
and they will all be rotten
and there over my lost mind an old tree towers
This tree will be my grave
I shall be buried alive
til something may save
the leftovers of my overgrown heart, this bee hive
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
#
You're trying to see
what it is she makes of thee
Flesh always burning
Bones always shaking
Head's always turning
to see many eyes waking
This bee hive heart is beating
dripping with golden excitement
watch wings stripping, flight of perceiving
she's reckless with incitement
Brain's buzzing
from all the lusting
What have you done
Lord of crimson?
Where do you want her to put all these dreams?
She's near, her slender feet walk on
Her newly sharpened tongue knows of no fears
Neither young nor old
either shy or bold
of this golden crowned goddess you shall behold
in your dreams she eats you whole,
that's what's been told
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
I sharpen my knife,
I stab my own heart
to see if what comes out
is yours or mine
My chest's a hive
bees feast, my flesh to part
the buzzing, a silence so loud
from my blood they make honey wine
I spill it
I speak in tongues
rest upon my honey womb
my nature's a slave to all that you do
In my palms and shapes you shall fit
breathe deeply through my lungs
let me sleep in the silence of your tomb
my nature's turning pure in you
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Life
force me to
go back and
build a
hive
Bees
will have a
place to go
to all
she's
Full
of a thought
once there was
and now
dull
Die
let the idea
dry out and
be one
lie
Nothing
where it meant
to grow but
one day
something
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Most accidents
happen near the hive,
near the home.
That's why I chose
to be a drone,
and go it alone.
Buzzing, stinging, pollinating,
all for the good graces
of my queen's throne.
The workers
sitting at home,
wishing they were me.
Out collecting pollen
like a bigger,
better bee.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
He's got those lingering lips
Tripping over my prercipis
Tell you hes jack o forest
Tell you he's running for it
She's got wild eyes
She swallowed bee hive
Much stinging inside
Believes she can't die
Juggles knives with steel finger tips
Says your gonna pay for this
I've died nine times
I've lived many lives
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
In this life I feel rushed and hurried a long
like a little soldier bee made to sing his song
From flower to flower, task to task
Just leave us alone is all we ask
He gathers the pollen to make the honey
I work my *** off to make the money
All his work is for the hive
Without his life they won't survive
So I take a lesson from the Bee
Cuz now I see
How everyone depends on me
But by no means, don't forget
The other lesson he has for us yet
To do this all with a happy song
And stay buzzed all day long
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
I was born a step out of time
One verse short of a line
One word short of a rhyme
With this world I do not jive
A worker bee without a hive
And all I hear is lie upon lie
I'm not sure exactly where I belong
I hope my life will not be prolonged
Untill that day I'll just keep singing my sorrowful song
I won't need to rehearse
In human kind I've seen the worst
And my life seems to be cursed
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
dance
garlic back into
fashionism
read a honey
queen bee
sun
is my
kingly
name of hexatriatic
playful wrestlings
with the soldiers
of a colony
earth-wide
mega-argentinian
playing my tongue bitterly
with the taste
a test for explorers
free protein
legal
antassassination
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
They will fly like a swarm of mosquitos
Wishing to feed on life
Incinerating,
Ash,
Moulded
In a frozen moment until the breath expels and
Cleanses even that in their wake,
Biting upon the flesh over
The earth,
She will not weep with these tears
Of a thousand suns.
"For those moments will never pass"
As those swarms are in a
Hive of tempered reality,
For if even one is to sting upon soil then
"Reality would burn"
"For an eternity of moments"
"A new sun would ignite"
Time is blinded,
Clouds of ash tears rain down.
But this tempered hive,
Is just that
A place of insanity
That is locked in its shell
"She will never fear the swarm"
"As man is never wanting to see the suns rise"
Eclipse the life that means so much too he.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.
My dance is despair,
All is salt-sweet, where is she
Who calls the us, the we?
Why do I fly
And where do I go?
The here is a tangle of
Too much bright delight
I fall, I fly, it is un-right
Lost, alone, I spin
Imploding from within
I have what we need
But the others are not here
Wet comes
In bitter spurts
And I know fear
I am afraid.
I had no need to know of this
Going, I, alone
Wings rip each drip
Oh, I go
We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC