burning. what I do too much. smoke. relationships. papers. the papers I don’t mind. The papers usually need to be burned, because then I don’t have to look at them. They say desire gives one a burning version of it, but I’ve only felt the one that made me cold if I didn’t get what I wanted.
The country is burning…it’s on fire with the news. It’s easy to light a fire underneath Americans especially. Grab a decent sized piece of tender. Let’s say we use….Oh I don’t know. A book. A book filled with things people needed to know. Now let’s say we want to distract from said book. We’re gonna need some logs, something heavy…heavier than a book. Let’s do some searching, shall we…AH! Protests. Protests always serve as a juicy distraction. And now allow me to provide the fire: “These thugs are spitting on what it means to be an American. If they don’t like it here, they can LEAVE!” Perfect. Now, watch the country burn.
What has been real? Does the burning of the gas light really represent the entirety of a multiple year mental break. An unravelling of personality and the same burning of the ego at the stake. Like that slow hurt of a word losing its meaning. When will it come back, and what caused it. And how do you prevent it, if at all. Detachment from reality is a bitch.
I think of Moses and the burning bush. I think of my eyes burning from drops when I saw you
walking on the street. I was on the train and I didn’t call to you. I let you walk away. It would take years until I learned that we have to ask for what we want–we have to yell and scream and make
a scene. I didn’t know that back then.
Burning- a sensation, both external and internal. Your skin may crawl, your eyes may water, your heart may be engulfed in sweltering heat. Burning is such a ceremonial pain; a way to cleanse and a way to atone.
The man was built from wood and wicker, standing, legs spread in the desert. Ready to burn in the darkness, under endless stars. He is everyone, leaving ash and dust on the winds and hardly a mark on the earth.
Smoke was everywhere. It was so thick. My throat was on fire. I had to escape my house. The exit was so close yet so far. Just ten steps. Ten steps to get out of here. Could I even make it?
do as the saying says and do not miss the item of the feelings that one can only end up to digress. A burning indigestion and inflation is the cessation of woory and stress.
The seering pain surged through my body, I screamed as I realised my aching mistake. You go through all this life eating fatty foods and you will get heart burn.
The ship was burning. But surprisingly, there were no screams or screeches, not even a tiny yelp. It seemed that the women inside chose to be burned rather than suffer an injury to their honour.
She watched as the embers ran up and down along the length of her arm, charring the flesh as it danced upon it. The sting was all too familiar, almost comforting. She welcomed the heat. To burn was to feel alive.
A burning lust took him over, grabbed every part of him, hot and tearing at his hair, his throat, his chest, his ribs, lower down, too. He couldn’t live without her. He grabbed her, ran his hands over her hair, her face, her breasts, screamed, I love you, and she evaporated away from him, his heat burning all the water in her and leaving nothing but ash.
Burning. I was burning down there. It has been a week now. I knew I should have never fucked Alice. She was a dirty whore. She was tight, but now my cock is burning. It sucks as Sofia has been hitting me up. Gosh I love fucking her, but I’d be dammed if anyone finds out I am not clean. I guess it is time to go to the bloody doctor.
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A great fire roared behind the fire guard in my little cottage. The power which it holds creates a sense of awe within me. This thing which i have created has the power to destroy me, this house, and everything surrounding it.
There was fire burning in the campfire and it would have been a great time except for the lack of marshmallows, and chocolate and edible food. Her hands were scratched an bleeding and even this fire was making here feel nervous. She wasn’t sure if they were even going to look this way.
He had, suddenly, a burning desire to see that place again. It must have been the smell in the air. It reminded him of that time, when they were there alone together.
The air on my skin as I walked up the hill. I had no idea it would be this intense. My mind focused on the goal. The view at the top. I couldn’t think of the walk back.
burning
a burning sun
over my burning boredom
my mind alight with the mundane
moving from one distraction to another
I should just stop and extinguish these idle ways
meditate under the burning sun and once again see the light
She felt her face grow hot and tried to hide behind her hair. As quickly as she could, she scrambled away from the crowd and ducked into a hallway nearby. Breathe, Jess. Breathe.
She thought she smelled something burning in the oven. It had been a long day and the cookies were a treat she wanted to surprise her two beautiful girls with. Suddenly, the smoke alarm went off and she ran downstairs to find the counter with the pizza box on fire!
I don’t why I can’t turn it off. A million times or more I’ve tried to. But I always miss you. Your hands, your feet, your arms and legs, the way your neck is veined, the sick humor that scuttles through your brain. It’s a slow, slow burn which turns into a burning flash that courses down my spine – am I feeling fine? How well can you read my mind…and perhaps this is the real reason we never speak anymore.
There is a burning within my soul, I feel a drive and a desire to achieve what I’ve been neglecting for so long. I want to achieve well in my VCE, to get my life in order and to be productive. I guess that’s why I am usnig this website, to fufill this passion. I want to be a person that I’m proud of and respect and admire. I want to make everyone proud of me.
The burning sensation only gets worse as the smoke rises and the planks beneath her feet get swallowed up by the flames. The witch screams, chokes, and then is silent. If anyone had been able to look carefully through the flames, they might have seen the woman disappear into the smoke, and the chains that had her bound to the stake drop heavily to the wooden floor.
As I looked up I saw the whole building crumbling to the ground. It was burning, everything inside it was destroyed. People, family members, memories all turned to dust.
You could smell something burning from two miles away. A chemical smell, like someone disposing of something dangerous…or lethal. Still, when you returned home, the stinging in your nose and the ache in your lungs would subside. You could breathe again – no pain, no asthmatic symptoms. Perhaps it was a false alarm, after all. Or a psychosomatic reaction to some other stimulus.
But then you went to bed. And that’s when the dreams started.
burning. what I do too much. smoke. relationships. papers. the papers I don’t mind. The papers usually need to be burned, because then I don’t have to look at them. They say desire gives one a burning version of it, but I’ve only felt the one that made me cold if I didn’t get what I wanted.
The country is burning…it’s on fire with the news. It’s easy to light a fire underneath Americans especially. Grab a decent sized piece of tender. Let’s say we use….Oh I don’t know. A book. A book filled with things people needed to know. Now let’s say we want to distract from said book. We’re gonna need some logs, something heavy…heavier than a book. Let’s do some searching, shall we…AH! Protests. Protests always serve as a juicy distraction. And now allow me to provide the fire: “These thugs are spitting on what it means to be an American. If they don’t like it here, they can LEAVE!” Perfect. Now, watch the country burn.
What has been real? Does the burning of the gas light really represent the entirety of a multiple year mental break. An unravelling of personality and the same burning of the ego at the stake. Like that slow hurt of a word losing its meaning. When will it come back, and what caused it. And how do you prevent it, if at all. Detachment from reality is a bitch.
I think of Moses and the burning bush. I think of my eyes burning from drops when I saw you
walking on the street. I was on the train and I didn’t call to you. I let you walk away. It would take years until I learned that we have to ask for what we want–we have to yell and scream and make
a scene. I didn’t know that back then.
Burning- a sensation, both external and internal. Your skin may crawl, your eyes may water, your heart may be engulfed in sweltering heat. Burning is such a ceremonial pain; a way to cleanse and a way to atone.
lalalalalaalal burn burn die godzilla kill everyone burining
hahahahahahah wowow amazing
The man was built from wood and wicker, standing, legs spread in the desert. Ready to burn in the darkness, under endless stars. He is everyone, leaving ash and dust on the winds and hardly a mark on the earth.
Smoke was everywhere. It was so thick. My throat was on fire. I had to escape my house. The exit was so close yet so far. Just ten steps. Ten steps to get out of here. Could I even make it?
do as the saying says and do not miss the item of the feelings that one can only end up to digress. A burning indigestion and inflation is the cessation of woory and stress.
The seering pain surged through my body, I screamed as I realised my aching mistake. You go through all this life eating fatty foods and you will get heart burn.
burning
searing
scorching
piercing
fear and envy
cowardly
racial pride
you are not pure
The ship was burning. But surprisingly, there were no screams or screeches, not even a tiny yelp. It seemed that the women inside chose to be burned rather than suffer an injury to their honour.
burning flames
what a cliché
burning flames have burnt out
or have they?
burn me alive
no, don´t
set us on fire
if possible
I’m burning some wood
you are burning hot
the ground is burning hot today
I got burning hot today mum
Her kiss ignited a fire inside her, burning her from the inside out. Her world dissolved to her warmth, to the myriad of places their bodies met.
She watched as the embers ran up and down along the length of her arm, charring the flesh as it danced upon it. The sting was all too familiar, almost comforting. She welcomed the heat. To burn was to feel alive.
A burning lust took him over, grabbed every part of him, hot and tearing at his hair, his throat, his chest, his ribs, lower down, too. He couldn’t live without her. He grabbed her, ran his hands over her hair, her face, her breasts, screamed, I love you, and she evaporated away from him, his heat burning all the water in her and leaving nothing but ash.
The city around him burned.
Towers crumbled, tarmac melted, people screamed and cried. He wondered if this was what he truly wanted, when he had given the genie his wish.
Burning. I was burning down there. It has been a week now. I knew I should have never fucked Alice. She was a dirty whore. She was tight, but now my cock is burning. It sucks as Sofia has been hitting me up. Gosh I love fucking her, but I’d be dammed if anyone finds out I am not clean. I guess it is time to go to the bloody doctor.
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A great fire roared behind the fire guard in my little cottage. The power which it holds creates a sense of awe within me. This thing which i have created has the power to destroy me, this house, and everything surrounding it.
fire, wood, trees, destruction, passion, love, flames, death, pain, heat, fear, running, hunger games,
Burning up inside…I can’t hide
The heartbreak I can’t shake
There was fire burning in the campfire and it would have been a great time except for the lack of marshmallows, and chocolate and edible food. Her hands were scratched an bleeding and even this fire was making here feel nervous. She wasn’t sure if they were even going to look this way.
He had, suddenly, a burning desire to see that place again. It must have been the smell in the air. It reminded him of that time, when they were there alone together.
The air on my skin as I walked up the hill. I had no idea it would be this intense. My mind focused on the goal. The view at the top. I couldn’t think of the walk back.
burning
a burning sun
over my burning boredom
my mind alight with the mundane
moving from one distraction to another
I should just stop and extinguish these idle ways
meditate under the burning sun and once again see the light
She felt her face grow hot and tried to hide behind her hair. As quickly as she could, she scrambled away from the crowd and ducked into a hallway nearby. Breathe, Jess. Breathe.
there was a burning fire storming through out me and I had to let it loose.
“this is all your fault” I shouted at him.
she thought it was all her fault her wave of the wand set up this tower of destruction, but what she didn’t know was it the person who was after her.
she just stared as her house came to crumbles. the fire teared up the streets and no one could stop it. This is all my fault she thought.
en the last one for a challenge on Wilfried Zaha it would have been tough to argue.
She thought she smelled something burning in the oven. It had been a long day and the cookies were a treat she wanted to surprise her two beautiful girls with. Suddenly, the smoke alarm went off and she ran downstairs to find the counter with the pizza box on fire!
I don’t why I can’t turn it off. A million times or more I’ve tried to. But I always miss you. Your hands, your feet, your arms and legs, the way your neck is veined, the sick humor that scuttles through your brain. It’s a slow, slow burn which turns into a burning flash that courses down my spine – am I feeling fine? How well can you read my mind…and perhaps this is the real reason we never speak anymore.
the stomach has breakfst inside it, probably too much and the coffee, it feels like the working it all out is burning from sun up to moonshine. Think!
There is a burning within my soul, I feel a drive and a desire to achieve what I’ve been neglecting for so long. I want to achieve well in my VCE, to get my life in order and to be productive. I guess that’s why I am usnig this website, to fufill this passion. I want to be a person that I’m proud of and respect and admire. I want to make everyone proud of me.
The burning sensation only gets worse as the smoke rises and the planks beneath her feet get swallowed up by the flames. The witch screams, chokes, and then is silent. If anyone had been able to look carefully through the flames, they might have seen the woman disappear into the smoke, and the chains that had her bound to the stake drop heavily to the wooden floor.
These past few days I keep dreaming of fire and burning and fading away.
As I looked up I saw the whole building crumbling to the ground. It was burning, everything inside it was destroyed. People, family members, memories all turned to dust.
You could smell something burning from two miles away. A chemical smell, like someone disposing of something dangerous…or lethal. Still, when you returned home, the stinging in your nose and the ache in your lungs would subside. You could breathe again – no pain, no asthmatic symptoms. Perhaps it was a false alarm, after all. Or a psychosomatic reaction to some other stimulus.
But then you went to bed. And that’s when the dreams started.