The man was burning in the fire that had been flung at him, he stumbled across the marble floor trying to rid himself of his skin. The court watched with wide eyes and unhidden horror.
URNING hurts you so don’t start crying like a little kid or something but if your a little kid then you can cry but if your not then just put water on yourself before you get on fire
BURNING is like hot fire that is just burning or when your cooking and you start burning yourself so then your finger starts getting all red and stuff but it is cool if you see alive it’s awesome
The fire was burning my skin. So hot that I couldn’t breathe. gasping, I leapt from the window and landed far out on the grass. I couldn’t believe that I survived. Somehow, something had woken me up from my sleep and gotten me to safety.
I am burning to find out the mystery of life. I am agnostic. I burn to know whether there exists a supreme being, looking over us all. Or, is this all a chance> I burn to know the goal of life. Is this life meant to do some philanthropic service, and leave only, or is there a higher cause?
it feels like the world’s on fire, everyone seems to be trying to shelter under rain. Does that make sense? Run from a disaster to another? and from there back to the fire for warmth. I don’t understand whats happening, it just is.
The sun of the Mediterranean sea and the love of my husband has similarities. I feel I am back to my 17years when my heart just beat so strongly that I melted into my body and today burning is my love to this earth which is getting abused every single second without retention.
Our fire was in the eyes. The magic came sooner than I was ready for. Falling to my knees embarrassingly in the train station, she was embarrassed, looked away. Left me on my knees with the cold concrete burning a cold flame into my now burning embarrassed cheeks, changing everything I imagined in those short seconds. The whistle blew.
Everyone thought she was like water; cool and calm under any situation, flexible, and adapting. Sometimes, she too, thought she was like water.
But few people saw the fire burning in her eyes, the flames guiding her actions, the passion with which she felt things, the ardent flame that would not dare to die out.
Het huis brandde volledig af. Samen met het houten skelet zag ik mijn jeugd instorten. Het grootste deel van de herinneringen die ik nog had aan mijn ouders speelden zich af in dat huis. Op dat moment werd het me teveel. De moeilijke periode die ik achter de rug had kwam tot een climax. Ik liet me levenloos op de grond zakken, de tranen, die ik al zo lange tijd had opgekropt, rolden eindelijk over mijn wangen.
heat. fire. feelings. burning can be anything… you can be “burning with ideas” or “on fire for God” or anything really. but the problem with burning is that it’s temporary.
it doesn’t last. it doesn’t last unless you feed the fire. and so after all, burning must be kept alive–or it will quickly become ashes.
I love the smell
of burning leaves
I love the memories
of the smell
of burning leaves
campfires
s’mores
friends
fall
I love the smell
of burning leaves
the world is a flame in the shadow
like wood being torn to shreds to ash
floting in the wind so heavily
the world is a war of flame burning in the night of the shadow
world is never sweet like smores burning….only the ash brings the world to peace
5Hot, painful, powerful. Felt so many times, so angry. Power, absolute. Scary, so scary.
The man was burning in the fire that had been flung at him, he stumbled across the marble floor trying to rid himself of his skin. The court watched with wide eyes and unhidden horror.
we were all icarus
at one point or another
literal moths to a flame
the men who wrote the bestselling book thought
the morning most sublime
isn’t it f-cked up that what we consider
the most irresistible thing
is the one we cant ever have
touch it and stop existing
keep away and why exist?
right now there are big balls of fire
in place of your cheeks
i’m beginning to see what they mean
i love you, or,
you are so beautiful you can destroy me
(hope you dont,
wont mind if you do)
The room was burning. That’s what it felt like; that’s what I felt like. I had to get out, before the flames that were climbing the wall ensconced me.
Burning, everything was burning.
Her whole body was burning.
Burning with the passion from her lover.
Burning with her desire.
Her body was inflamed with the emotions
And she was only growing hotter.
Burning, everything was burning.
URNING hurts you so don’t start crying like a little kid or something but if your a little kid then you can cry but if your not then just put water on yourself before you get on fire
BURNING is like hot fire that is just burning or when your cooking and you start burning yourself so then your finger starts getting all red and stuff but it is cool if you see alive it’s awesome
The fire was burning my skin. So hot that I couldn’t breathe. gasping, I leapt from the window and landed far out on the grass. I couldn’t believe that I survived. Somehow, something had woken me up from my sleep and gotten me to safety.
burning house smoke
it’s turning blinding
the morning is incinerated
I was watching the house burning down and then I started to cry to the ground so I just left and watched the house burn down
That is burning.
I am burning to find out the mystery of life. I am agnostic. I burn to know whether there exists a supreme being, looking over us all. Or, is this all a chance> I burn to know the goal of life. Is this life meant to do some philanthropic service, and leave only, or is there a higher cause?
My house is burning it is going to burn to the ground!
it feels like the world’s on fire, everyone seems to be trying to shelter under rain. Does that make sense? Run from a disaster to another? and from there back to the fire for warmth. I don’t understand whats happening, it just is.
Love, is a burning sensation,
it can be the best and the worst feeling,
love brings forth accommodation,
for you’ve saved my weening passion.
The sun of the Mediterranean sea and the love of my husband has similarities. I feel I am back to my 17years when my heart just beat so strongly that I melted into my body and today burning is my love to this earth which is getting abused every single second without retention.
Our fire was in the eyes. The magic came sooner than I was ready for. Falling to my knees embarrassingly in the train station, she was embarrassed, looked away. Left me on my knees with the cold concrete burning a cold flame into my now burning embarrassed cheeks, changing everything I imagined in those short seconds. The whistle blew.
She had this burning passion for him that she could not explain. Nor would she want to. Only he could put the fire out should they ever meet.
Everyone thought she was like water; cool and calm under any situation, flexible, and adapting. Sometimes, she too, thought she was like water.
But few people saw the fire burning in her eyes, the flames guiding her actions, the passion with which she felt things, the ardent flame that would not dare to die out.
Het huis brandde volledig af. Samen met het houten skelet zag ik mijn jeugd instorten. Het grootste deel van de herinneringen die ik nog had aan mijn ouders speelden zich af in dat huis. Op dat moment werd het me teveel. De moeilijke periode die ik achter de rug had kwam tot een climax. Ik liet me levenloos op de grond zakken, de tranen, die ik al zo lange tijd had opgekropt, rolden eindelijk over mijn wangen.
heat. fire. feelings. burning can be anything… you can be “burning with ideas” or “on fire for God” or anything really. but the problem with burning is that it’s temporary.
it doesn’t last. it doesn’t last unless you feed the fire. and so after all, burning must be kept alive–or it will quickly become ashes.
I love the smell
of burning leaves
I love the memories
of the smell
of burning leaves
campfires
s’mores
friends
fall
I love the smell
of burning leaves
I see a fire
Embers, Ash
It makes me go wired
Burning.
It warms me till the end
Making orange and red
Burning.
the world is a flame in the shadow
like wood being torn to shreds to ash
floting in the wind so heavily
the world is a war of flame burning in the night of the shadow
world is never sweet like smores burning….only the ash brings the world to peace
the fire crackles, with warmth on my hand,
I pull it away from the heat,
pouring water over it all,
all that is left is a scar on my hand.
I can feel that pain
it’s in my brain
If only it would stop
Im hired
two days later im on fire
It’s my turn,
water for my burn
It is hot
I can smell it
it always tastes weird
it is hot
It can make a sound
it can make a wonderful marshmellow
It is burning
The smell of smoke
Off the wood
Makes me feel like I am at home.
I love to hear the
Crackiling of the leaves
It hurts you
It burns you
but it feels so good