the flame must be kept high or others will not see it. if we let it down too much we are lost. stay strong keep your torch high and let the world see. it will light other torches. they will raise their flame high and we will all unite as one. living together and living freely for once.
My boyfriend always calls lighters “torches”. Whenever he is trying to light up a cigarette, or light mine, he always asks if I have a torch. It always makes me laugh. He’s a silly boy. I love him.
I was stranded alone on a deserted island the other day. I’m not really sure how i got there but I woke up in a cave with my left arm cut off and a blazing torch in my right hand.
Sore thumbs practice the act of verb, rhyme distance in spelling bees, don’t trample truth, unless you plan to win, light, fire, torch, wow, i heard someone whisper shhh
don’t tire, this is an amendment to darkness, your powers outstretched, moderation is never erasing the facts, please tell them you are worth more than the errors and torch the tie
ashes ashes fall to the ground her screams are silenced not a single sound her death was in fires hands a torch had been light there was no turning back
jogging and sprinting, must have been something akin to war, those first 26 miles when danger was coming, not going, and how do you pay tribute to the Finest and brightest. IS HOMAGE milk and honey or Gold SILVER AND LIARS WEARING BRONZE they scraped from pennies in a jar that was all a child had left. Yeah light is expensive, especially to those who rule the events with judges.
And then there was light. How I wish that something could light up my mind, the way that that torch lit up those dusty hollows. How I need something to sweep away the dusty cobwebs, shine clarity upon my darkest recesses.
dancing near torches, the jungle is above ground although the trees cause us to tunnel, dancing burns those who can not move or plan light instead of imagining the idea of inspiration. God should have never signed his lawyers papers.
it lights the way. it is used in the olympics and it is carried by a runner. happiness can be found even in the darkest of times when only one remembers to turn on the light. a torch would be useful for that i guess
the light of this spectacular being can only be described as the heart of my soul.. always keep the torch near. blow on the coal of the heart. be beautiful.. while this night deepens I love every minute staring into the abiss. love is near. in the torche’s eyes.
permanance, the feel of heat before it burns, you can always come back home with the light, prudence, meaning, and more than a minute to brighten the days
The darkness before us flickered and became light then flickered and became dark, then light again. The torch was faltering, but it kept a vague image of the path in our minds. We fumbled forward, ever aware of the immense weight above us, threatening to break through the roof. The walls of the tunnel were cold and clammy. Above them, an instrument of destruction.
A torch of light surrounded by the Darkness. Casting dancing shadows on the cold, dead sodden floors. An air of surreptitious beings traipsed through the room causing rampant shivers to jolt down her spine. She tried to run, but she tripped over what seemed to be a spherical object that glowed with a dim shimmer. She picked it up, it seemed to be some sort of box, but what was inside and how to open it? The box felt uneven, yet smooth as if shadows of intricate designs had once graced the cherry tinted box. Wait, there seemed to be a latch on the side, she delicately sprung the latch and it burst open. As if unable to stay closed any longer, bursting with memories, bursting with dreams. Inside, on velveteen cloth lay a single tear splashed letter and a small golden clad locket inscribed with some indecipherable text. Although it could not been seen, she could almost feel what it had said as waves of nostalgia overtook her. It had been a letter, a letter from the government, bearing bad news, bad news about a man, a father, speaking of an accident, a fatal accident, an expolsion, to a family, a young girl, and inclosed was a necklace, a locket, a treasured present, belonging to the girl, she had given it to her father, she had given it so he wouldn’t feel homesick, so they would be connected, forever and always. She picked up the box as it had fallen from her hands during that remembering and she stroked the side. Her hands pouring her feelings and mingled dreams into the box, so that she would live on to give the next scared girl hope.
leaving, coming, going, the blind have no such problems, knock on wood lol, my head against the door, you stole a light without prisms and feed wolves dogs
He held it up in front of him, blinking past the flames into the dark cavern that lay in front of him. He had not wanted this job. He had specifically told his boss not to put him on it, but here he was. Grudgingly leading the metaphorical way for others to follow in the footsteps the hard rock would not leave behind.
He was a desk sort of man. Offical ties and convincing powerpoints. He had made plenty of those throughout the years. And yet, here he was. His suit covered with dirt, his tie ripped and torn. Every square inch of him beaten, bruised and battered.
This was not what he meant when he told his boss that he wanted a promotion.
It goes for this man a flame that sets upon the shortness of words, you not need Gps to signal down the sun, hiding brides like pawns, desert eagles torched wings
The whole pile of clothes was up in flames, the vinyl cracking and melting- heat overwhelming. I was done. I retired. They were no long who I needed to be.
A torch is what you need to take you into a maze. You need it to find your way out. That and some string would do you good. Also this torch should also be lit. I forgot to mention that. Unlit it would be pretty useless.
Carry the torch, she says. Carry the torch of love, of liberty, of justice. Carry it for all you believe in and for all whom you care about. Carry it because you must, because if you don’t who else will? Carry it with pride, and with dedication, and with fortitude, as you are the torch-bearer. You are the future, the light, the dream.
I carried the torch for miles, it seemed. At least figuratively. It was a high school crush. I may always carry that torch. I wonder where he is these days. We’ll never know.
your torch is behind your eyes, looking somehow became staring, when we burnt up peoples people and besides it is your job to read one word at a time….
flaming goodness brings me light to see the way from paths i do not know. will i follw those or the one i’m on? staying put is safe and easy, but i hate easy. why? easy
I continue through the cave avoiding my internal mission. I knew, yet I couldn’t comprehend it. Shhhhh…. I heard. I have to ignore it. Ignore it at all costs.
warning labels of inventions come after the patent, games, there are no such things as games, the torch at the Olympics was god on the field you stole, like extra time on one word, if you don’t follow the rule book.
Dark and smelly. The lighting in the cave was dim, only one single and sad torch lit it. I could see my own face in a mirror if i wanted too. Why am I here?
you burn the torch, waiting for him to come home at night
waiting and watching the second hand on the clock
tick, tick, tick… you listen quietly to hear the keys rattle
outside your door, you wonder if there’s traffic or if he’s been
held up late at work that night..
tick, tick, tick…
Death is a torch to your mind, it burns up and consumes all reason and thought, leaving only the ashes of memory in its horror filled wake. The leaping flames will forever be etched into my brain…remembered from this day. R.I.P.
She lifted her torch higher so that the entire enormous cavern was illuminated. The stalagtites and stalagmites were old and dripping, and at the back, she saw, or at least, thought she saw, a single pinprick of light. A pinprick of hope.
Hot firerey stuff that is on a stick. Watch out it could hurt! People could torch you at the game so be very cautious. Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!! :) A torch is something you shouldn’t play with! Torch! Ouch!!!!!!!! My finger touched the fire!!!!!!!!! It hurts!!!!!!!!!! My torch can help me see, my torch can really hurt me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone be careful, so you can be safe using a torch! :)
night i called to mmy papa and me mama love you lots i got into my room closed my door and litl my torch i sat in bed and hel my torch in one hand and a book in my other.
the flame must be kept high or others will not see it. if we let it down too much we are lost. stay strong keep your torch high and let the world see. it will light other torches. they will raise their flame high and we will all unite as one. living together and living freely for once.
My boyfriend always calls lighters “torches”. Whenever he is trying to light up a cigarette, or light mine, he always asks if I have a torch. It always makes me laugh. He’s a silly boy. I love him.
I was stranded alone on a deserted island the other day. I’m not really sure how i got there but I woke up in a cave with my left arm cut off and a blazing torch in my right hand.
Sore thumbs practice the act of verb, rhyme distance in spelling bees, don’t trample truth, unless you plan to win, light, fire, torch, wow, i heard someone whisper shhh
don’t tire, this is an amendment to darkness, your powers outstretched, moderation is never erasing the facts, please tell them you are worth more than the errors and torch the tie
ashes ashes fall to the ground her screams are silenced not a single sound her death was in fires hands a torch had been light there was no turning back
jogging and sprinting, must have been something akin to war, those first 26 miles when danger was coming, not going, and how do you pay tribute to the Finest and brightest. IS HOMAGE milk and honey or Gold SILVER AND LIARS WEARING BRONZE they scraped from pennies in a jar that was all a child had left. Yeah light is expensive, especially to those who rule the events with judges.
And then there was light. How I wish that something could light up my mind, the way that that torch lit up those dusty hollows. How I need something to sweep away the dusty cobwebs, shine clarity upon my darkest recesses.
dancing near torches, the jungle is above ground although the trees cause us to tunnel, dancing burns those who can not move or plan light instead of imagining the idea of inspiration. God should have never signed his lawyers papers.
She carried the torch down the beach. The red flames flickered in the high wind. Heat radiated off the red and on her face. She smiled.
it lights the way. it is used in the olympics and it is carried by a runner. happiness can be found even in the darkest of times when only one remembers to turn on the light. a torch would be useful for that i guess
the light of this spectacular being can only be described as the heart of my soul.. always keep the torch near. blow on the coal of the heart. be beautiful.. while this night deepens I love every minute staring into the abiss. love is near. in the torche’s eyes.
permanance, the feel of heat before it burns, you can always come back home with the light, prudence, meaning, and more than a minute to brighten the days
The darkness before us flickered and became light then flickered and became dark, then light again. The torch was faltering, but it kept a vague image of the path in our minds. We fumbled forward, ever aware of the immense weight above us, threatening to break through the roof. The walls of the tunnel were cold and clammy. Above them, an instrument of destruction.
A torch of light surrounded by the Darkness. Casting dancing shadows on the cold, dead sodden floors. An air of surreptitious beings traipsed through the room causing rampant shivers to jolt down her spine. She tried to run, but she tripped over what seemed to be a spherical object that glowed with a dim shimmer. She picked it up, it seemed to be some sort of box, but what was inside and how to open it? The box felt uneven, yet smooth as if shadows of intricate designs had once graced the cherry tinted box. Wait, there seemed to be a latch on the side, she delicately sprung the latch and it burst open. As if unable to stay closed any longer, bursting with memories, bursting with dreams. Inside, on velveteen cloth lay a single tear splashed letter and a small golden clad locket inscribed with some indecipherable text. Although it could not been seen, she could almost feel what it had said as waves of nostalgia overtook her. It had been a letter, a letter from the government, bearing bad news, bad news about a man, a father, speaking of an accident, a fatal accident, an expolsion, to a family, a young girl, and inclosed was a necklace, a locket, a treasured present, belonging to the girl, she had given it to her father, she had given it so he wouldn’t feel homesick, so they would be connected, forever and always. She picked up the box as it had fallen from her hands during that remembering and she stroked the side. Her hands pouring her feelings and mingled dreams into the box, so that she would live on to give the next scared girl hope.
leaving, coming, going, the blind have no such problems, knock on wood lol, my head against the door, you stole a light without prisms and feed wolves dogs
a light in the darkness, fire, hurt, burning, hope, helps give direction, warnings, cleansing, ridding of plagues, to see through, heat, warmth, love.
He held it up in front of him, blinking past the flames into the dark cavern that lay in front of him. He had not wanted this job. He had specifically told his boss not to put him on it, but here he was. Grudgingly leading the metaphorical way for others to follow in the footsteps the hard rock would not leave behind.
He was a desk sort of man. Offical ties and convincing powerpoints. He had made plenty of those throughout the years. And yet, here he was. His suit covered with dirt, his tie ripped and torn. Every square inch of him beaten, bruised and battered.
This was not what he meant when he told his boss that he wanted a promotion.
It goes for this man a flame that sets upon the shortness of words, you not need Gps to signal down the sun, hiding brides like pawns, desert eagles torched wings
The whole pile of clothes was up in flames, the vinyl cracking and melting- heat overwhelming. I was done. I retired. They were no long who I needed to be.
A torch is what you need to take you into a maze. You need it to find your way out. That and some string would do you good. Also this torch should also be lit. I forgot to mention that. Unlit it would be pretty useless.
It was the torch fault, I’m sure. If I had got into the place without lighten it, it would never have got that way. Now I should always enter in dark.
an I.V. torch, a secret, burning, without hatred, the peace of unfurling, yards of prose so it goes the victor more spoiled
the torch was lit, and they were off. This was the race of her life and she wasn’t about to screw it up. Run. that’s all that matters.
Torch,
a Guide,
a helpful soul,
me.
I help,
i Shine,
yet i can go out.
Unrilieable,
sad,
my light shines,
but I am dead.
Carry the torch, she says. Carry the torch of love, of liberty, of justice. Carry it for all you believe in and for all whom you care about. Carry it because you must, because if you don’t who else will? Carry it with pride, and with dedication, and with fortitude, as you are the torch-bearer. You are the future, the light, the dream.
I carried the torch for miles, it seemed. At least figuratively. It was a high school crush. I may always carry that torch. I wonder where he is these days. We’ll never know.
your torch is behind your eyes, looking somehow became staring, when we burnt up peoples people and besides it is your job to read one word at a time….
flaming goodness brings me light to see the way from paths i do not know. will i follw those or the one i’m on? staying put is safe and easy, but i hate easy. why? easy
I continue through the cave avoiding my internal mission. I knew, yet I couldn’t comprehend it. Shhhhh…. I heard. I have to ignore it. Ignore it at all costs.
warning labels of inventions come after the patent, games, there are no such things as games, the torch at the Olympics was god on the field you stole, like extra time on one word, if you don’t follow the rule book.
torch. flame. fire. angry mob storming the castle. torches blazing.
Dark and smelly. The lighting in the cave was dim, only one single and sad torch lit it. I could see my own face in a mirror if i wanted too. Why am I here?
Joe sat by the pond and dropped his torch in the waters, now night lit a flame, the other team was playing hardball, one was a rowboat fleeing
you burn the torch, waiting for him to come home at night
waiting and watching the second hand on the clock
tick, tick, tick… you listen quietly to hear the keys rattle
outside your door, you wonder if there’s traffic or if he’s been
held up late at work that night..
tick, tick, tick…
Death is a torch to your mind, it burns up and consumes all reason and thought, leaving only the ashes of memory in its horror filled wake. The leaping flames will forever be etched into my brain…remembered from this day. R.I.P.
She lifted her torch higher so that the entire enormous cavern was illuminated. The stalagtites and stalagmites were old and dripping, and at the back, she saw, or at least, thought she saw, a single pinprick of light. A pinprick of hope.
Hot firerey stuff that is on a stick. Watch out it could hurt! People could torch you at the game so be very cautious. Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Torch! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!! :) A torch is something you shouldn’t play with! Torch! Ouch!!!!!!!! My finger touched the fire!!!!!!!!! It hurts!!!!!!!!!! My torch can help me see, my torch can really hurt me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone be careful, so you can be safe using a torch! :)
a torch a porch a mission gone horribly wrong, testing shadows reflexes, step one two,
night i called to mmy papa and me mama love you lots i got into my room closed my door and litl my torch i sat in bed and hel my torch in one hand and a book in my other.