There was a fire one time. it burned forever. I don’t want to go to hell. I have to go to heave. I’d rather believe in Heaven and find out it doesn’t exist than not believe and go to hell. Besides, believing in God never hurt anyone. Except Steven, the first Christian martyrs, and all the other martyrs. Dang I pushed the black button but i had to push back because i didnt fill out the fields so now i have another 60 seconds. i woke up this morning, and i wasnt in love with the same guy thats been treating me badly for almost 2 years, and it feels good. almost as good as burning him in a giant fire would feel.
I remember one time when I saw I fire. I thought it was the most magical thing I had ever seen. I’m not saying I’m a pyro, but I love candles and the way that the flame dances around the wick and the sweet aroma that rises. There’s nothing like a campfire with your best friends on a warm summery night, just enjoying the sight of the dancing flames.
Fire is hot, burning, comforting and also dangerous. I love fire. It makes me feel warm and cozy during the holidays but I will not get too close to it because I’m afraid I will burn myself. Real fire the best thing to use while roasting marshmellows
In the deep embers of the fire, the world stopped spinning. Humanity has been working to attain it’s own end, so it seems. The Humans had learned how to control nature, but nature was slowly turning it’s back on the humans. Death and decay scattered the land, and lonliness reigned supreme. Nobody was safe from the lonely despair that is the flames of dawns end.The world will end in fire, and the fire will befriend the world and also grow cold.
I was looking at the sky, in my backyard. But then I saw fire, and a figure grow dark and tall from the hydrangeas. He told my name, loudly. Then the wind came, and I didn’t know how, but suddenly I was born.
My boyfriend is a firefighter, I moved 8 hours away from him and haven’t seem in months. I miss him and realize how he has made me a better person. He always does things for others and espically me. The best part is that he doesn’t do it to make him self look like a better person, he does it out of his heart.
Fire is not just an element but a living being. Fire is living and eternal, an endless blaze that continues to fire up man’s heart. This Eternal Fire comes down upon man and directs their mind, their soul, their very being to God.
Play with fire, and you can get burned is what they tell me. But I look up at the stars and remember the embers of the burning wood, and the warmth it brought when everything seemed dark. I play with fire like we’re friends and sometimes it may hurt but I remember. I always remember that it was there for me when I needed it most.
The fire that burns deep in my soul, never to be extinguished. You may not know that every smile, every laugh, and every look you throw my way is the fuel to that very fire. Without you, there would be no fire in my life, thus no light.
Raging in your
blood and exquisite
skin, porcelain white
like bones turned to
find china or loose,
gritty sand unable
to bear the pressure
of your heat, flames
giving birth to glass
omg i just had a hugfe fire and my hole family died , i have np family anymore what am i gonna do without my mother and sister and father im going to be lost with out them , they are my intire life.
There are frequent fires in my part of the world. Most come in summer, around Christmas time. I once drove through a fire, fire-crews were battling a blaze on either side of a road and I drove through. Having these gigantic 4 meter flames on either side of the car was amazing. It was like driving into the underworld.
I love you all, but I swear next time I’ll set this house on fire.
Along with the memories of our lives, all the hate that exists in here will burn
The fire will consume all the bad things we all know we did
And will make ashes of our insignificant existence.
In the midst of the hot fire, something came over me. I no longer cared about those that I used to but felt a longing sensation to meet new people. It felt as though I was mis-understood and I needed to in some way “expand my horizons.” Things changed, and suddenly nothing mattered anymore.
Fire…I do feel that my heart got set on fire. However, not in the good way…Why would someone who cares about someone else want to burn them alive with fire by intentionally breaking their heart?
Fire in our hearts, fire in our minds, fire under our asses. Fire – so valuable and so dangerous. It brings fear and awakens respect. It mesmerizes us gives power.
There is fire in the eyes of those that have passion or love for a certain area and to see that passion in their eyes is to look upon something beautiful and fragile when you see it make sure your heart can tease it with love and capture it in a bottle that warms your idea of humanity.
Fire!, he shouted to no one. No one could smell the burning that he was experiencing. He had never seen such a beautiful site. What was once his home was now cooking his food. He might get off this island yet.
The smoke was thick and black. Running down the slope, Jeff slipped and the only thing keeping him on his feet was Justin’s hands grabbing him and holding tight as the damp leaved beneath their feet caused them to skate toward the stream.
“Where did that fire come from?!” Jeff shouted over the roar of flames behind them.
“I don’t know!” Justin called back, “Get in the stream! It’s the only chance we have!”
There was a single lit flame, a small fire of its own for the holiday garland surrounding the sole white candle on the old wooden table. Its mere existence represented a presence and an absence–the absence told by another family chair empty at the table, the presence of a reminder through flame that the chair would be filled again.
She woke up smelling smoke. She ran out of her bedroom and to the top of her stairs. “James!” she screamed to her little brother sleeping in the next room over. “JAMES!!” He sleepily came out and rubbed his eyes. “Get Mom and Dad!”
After the Cage, Sam has trouble standing in sunlight. It’s strange, because he should feel good standing in the light where it was always dark in Hell. It should feel like home, but it doesn’t. It’s not lightbulbs that bother him, or any other kind of heat.
Fire. Burning. There’s a man. He’s in the building. He’s my father. I run into the building. I scream, scream for my dad to yell back, I scream for help. Anything. I find a cat, but I keep running. Where’s my dad? Now is not the time for him to die.
Wow, that’s interesting. I love fire. It’s just about one of my favorite things. Not that I’m a pyro or anything, it’s just beautiful and warm and familiar to me. I feel comforted by a fire, whether it be a campfire, or candles on a birthday cake…even a house fire, as bad as that sounds….
Fires are beautiful.
It burns my soul so hot and bright, I am consumed by it as my flesh tears away to reveal the light that is withing. I am nothing until I am burned pure by the fire. It is only when it the fire has purified me that I will ever come to see God.
I just wrote about fire. But i guess ill do it again. Fire is what you feel when you are angry at someone. Fire is a earth’s element. Fire can either destroy you or change you
There was a fire one time. it burned forever. I don’t want to go to hell. I have to go to heave. I’d rather believe in Heaven and find out it doesn’t exist than not believe and go to hell. Besides, believing in God never hurt anyone. Except Steven, the first Christian martyrs, and all the other martyrs. Dang I pushed the black button but i had to push back because i didnt fill out the fields so now i have another 60 seconds. i woke up this morning, and i wasnt in love with the same guy thats been treating me badly for almost 2 years, and it feels good. almost as good as burning him in a giant fire would feel.
Now I’m itchy for a cool evening out on the porch w/ my fire pit ablazin’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember one time when I saw I fire. I thought it was the most magical thing I had ever seen. I’m not saying I’m a pyro, but I love candles and the way that the flame dances around the wick and the sweet aroma that rises. There’s nothing like a campfire with your best friends on a warm summery night, just enjoying the sight of the dancing flames.
I have fire in my soul, that burns brighter than a flame.
Fire is hot, burning, comforting and also dangerous. I love fire. It makes me feel warm and cozy during the holidays but I will not get too close to it because I’m afraid I will burn myself. Real fire the best thing to use while roasting marshmellows
In the deep embers of the fire, the world stopped spinning. Humanity has been working to attain it’s own end, so it seems. The Humans had learned how to control nature, but nature was slowly turning it’s back on the humans. Death and decay scattered the land, and lonliness reigned supreme. Nobody was safe from the lonely despair that is the flames of dawns end.The world will end in fire, and the fire will befriend the world and also grow cold.
hot. fire burns. it burns trash, wood, and hell. fire to me is evil, it is such a help, but such a devious thing.
I was looking at the sky, in my backyard. But then I saw fire, and a figure grow dark and tall from the hydrangeas. He told my name, loudly. Then the wind came, and I didn’t know how, but suddenly I was born.
Fire burns. It cooks, kills, harms. But it heals, saves, warms. Fire is life. And fire is death.
hot. smelly. death. warmth. apartments. firemen. lifesavers. red. orange. ladders. babies. screams. doctors. burns. skin. hair. stop drop roll
My boyfriend is a firefighter, I moved 8 hours away from him and haven’t seem in months. I miss him and realize how he has made me a better person. He always does things for others and espically me. The best part is that he doesn’t do it to make him self look like a better person, he does it out of his heart.
Fire is not just an element but a living being. Fire is living and eternal, an endless blaze that continues to fire up man’s heart. This Eternal Fire comes down upon man and directs their mind, their soul, their very being to God.
Play with fire, and you can get burned is what they tell me. But I look up at the stars and remember the embers of the burning wood, and the warmth it brought when everything seemed dark. I play with fire like we’re friends and sometimes it may hurt but I remember. I always remember that it was there for me when I needed it most.
The fire that burns deep in my soul, never to be extinguished. You may not know that every smile, every laugh, and every look you throw my way is the fuel to that very fire. Without you, there would be no fire in my life, thus no light.
Firefighters. Flames. Birthday candles. Campfires. Start a fire
Raging in your
blood and exquisite
skin, porcelain white
like bones turned to
find china or loose,
gritty sand unable
to bear the pressure
of your heat, flames
giving birth to glass
Fire the burning and amazing object that keeps so any warm and yet burns and kills so many others its amazing.
omg i just had a hugfe fire and my hole family died , i have np family anymore what am i gonna do without my mother and sister and father im going to be lost with out them , they are my intire life.
There are frequent fires in my part of the world. Most come in summer, around Christmas time. I once drove through a fire, fire-crews were battling a blaze on either side of a road and I drove through. Having these gigantic 4 meter flames on either side of the car was amazing. It was like driving into the underworld.
I love you all, but I swear next time I’ll set this house on fire.
Along with the memories of our lives, all the hate that exists in here will burn
The fire will consume all the bad things we all know we did
And will make ashes of our insignificant existence.
In the midst of the hot fire, something came over me. I no longer cared about those that I used to but felt a longing sensation to meet new people. It felt as though I was mis-understood and I needed to in some way “expand my horizons.” Things changed, and suddenly nothing mattered anymore.
Fire…I do feel that my heart got set on fire. However, not in the good way…Why would someone who cares about someone else want to burn them alive with fire by intentionally breaking their heart?
Fire in our hearts, fire in our minds, fire under our asses. Fire – so valuable and so dangerous. It brings fear and awakens respect. It mesmerizes us gives power.
there is fire in my lungs and I can’t breath
You were the one to do this to me
There is always fire in love. without love we have no passion. fire is passion. Set this world on fire. We all need love. We need passion. Now.
There is fire in the eyes of those that have passion or love for a certain area and to see that passion in their eyes is to look upon something beautiful and fragile when you see it make sure your heart can tease it with love and capture it in a bottle that warms your idea of humanity.
Fire!, he shouted to no one. No one could smell the burning that he was experiencing. He had never seen such a beautiful site. What was once his home was now cooking his food. He might get off this island yet.
The smoke was thick and black. Running down the slope, Jeff slipped and the only thing keeping him on his feet was Justin’s hands grabbing him and holding tight as the damp leaved beneath their feet caused them to skate toward the stream.
“Where did that fire come from?!” Jeff shouted over the roar of flames behind them.
“I don’t know!” Justin called back, “Get in the stream! It’s the only chance we have!”
There was a single lit flame, a small fire of its own for the holiday garland surrounding the sole white candle on the old wooden table. Its mere existence represented a presence and an absence–the absence told by another family chair empty at the table, the presence of a reminder through flame that the chair would be filled again.
She woke up smelling smoke. She ran out of her bedroom and to the top of her stairs. “James!” she screamed to her little brother sleeping in the next room over. “JAMES!!” He sleepily came out and rubbed his eyes. “Get Mom and Dad!”
the hot warm fire burned out so i relit it an my bro dumped water on it so i lit it agian then my mom dumped water on it.
Their relationship was like fire. Dangerous, burning, and absolutely necessary for life.
After the Cage, Sam has trouble standing in sunlight. It’s strange, because he should feel good standing in the light where it was always dark in Hell. It should feel like home, but it doesn’t. It’s not lightbulbs that bother him, or any other kind of heat.
Fire. Burning. There’s a man. He’s in the building. He’s my father. I run into the building. I scream, scream for my dad to yell back, I scream for help. Anything. I find a cat, but I keep running. Where’s my dad? Now is not the time for him to die.
Wow, that’s interesting. I love fire. It’s just about one of my favorite things. Not that I’m a pyro or anything, it’s just beautiful and warm and familiar to me. I feel comforted by a fire, whether it be a campfire, or candles on a birthday cake…even a house fire, as bad as that sounds….
Fires are beautiful.
The fire blazed. Roaring. Searing. Charring everything and anything in its path; destruction followed in its wake.
Nothing was safe.
Every single living thing was to perish under the wrath of the flame.
It burns my soul so hot and bright, I am consumed by it as my flesh tears away to reveal the light that is withing. I am nothing until I am burned pure by the fire. It is only when it the fire has purified me that I will ever come to see God.
My heart is on fire and the flames burn red hot!
I just wrote about fire. But i guess ill do it again. Fire is what you feel when you are angry at someone. Fire is a earth’s element. Fire can either destroy you or change you
do not talk
think
breath
fire behind you
fire ahead of you
leave
what you think
is
burning
your
mind