it starts in your chest and slowly moves out towards your finger tips. it burns, like something you’ve never known. a deep longing that keeps you hurt but wanting more. a deep burn that feels something like fire, but you think it’s something much more
fire tends to hurt, tends to feed anger.
it’ll never end, the more you try to put it out
the more it builds up..
fire, fire burns..
ruins the memories to forget the soul.
fire.
They licked up the stairs and curled around curtains.
Crumbling the frames that meant nothing and everything.
Billows of grainy smoke, suffocating the clear.
I will never forgive you for that entire year.
set the red down
like the color of my expensive couch.
set it down near me
where i can feel the warmth, breathe me.
but don’t put your shoes on the couch
that lets the warmth out.
Working my way through the swaying crowd, I spotted him near the corner by the bar. His face was lit by the fire from the dozens of lighters held up in the small room, and my stomach almost dropped at the sight of his carefree smile; and yet he seemed to care all at the same time. When his eyes dropped upon me, his smile broadened, and it took all my strength not to run into his arms. Maybe it was the drinks stirring in me, but I said what I was thinking: “I belong with you.” And all he could say back was,
Fire. It licked out of the pan and to the wooden spoon nearby, from then catching on the towels and then on the wooden bread box next to it.
Fire. It spread from the bread box to the cookbook you’d left out last night after a long bout of baking. From there it caught on the pot full of oily water that you’d left in the sink.
Fire. It traveled to the napkins you’d left all over the place.
Fire. The smoke alarm activated, and you got out of the house, but my picture didn’t.
The fire blazed, out of control. People ran as fast as they could. The heat spread through the town and let everyone know that trouble was abound. It spread from house to house, leaping between roofs.
I threw the bottle down with a resounding clatter, trying to swallow away the fire blazing in my throat. He was watching my reaction with smugness stretched taught across his weasely face. “I told you it was strong.”
I could feel it seeping through my blood, slowly setting every part of me alight. It hurt, but in a good way. I didn’t want it to stop, there was a rush that came with it. It was becoming a part of me, and I was afraid of what was yet to come.
It shown in her eyes like a wildfire, she would not back down this time. She hit back even after she fell again and again. He would not take another of her children ever again. She didn’t care what she might have to do, she would do anything not to loose another child.
the fire was hot on his face as he ran through the burning building trying to save the young child. there were flames everywhere and it’s a wonder how he got through the mess.
Representative of the passion innate in the souls of all people, and unquenchable, fire is the most potent, unstoppable force in the natural world as well.
She spreads her legs in front of me while my hands are tied around the chair.
Suddenly, I’m feeling hot. And it become hotter when she says, “Heat me up.”
my dad and brother and basically whole family fight fires! they always have but i refuse to follow in their foot steps! im afraid of fire! fire is orange and kind of pretty! hehehehehe.
As I made my pot of tea, I saw a spark. Quickly the stove caught flame and the heat threw me backward. I yelled for everyone to awake and ran out of the house after saving them from their slumber.
The flames flicker literally the air, but sometimes the liquid tears from our eyes. The crying stings because the fire’s heat will evaporate the water and all that is left is salt, which is painful.
Everywhere, it’s everywhere my eyes flash with fear as it’s own power topples over mine. I can do nothing for I started as a nothing, a mere child playing with a greater power, who am I to believe I can tell it where it stands? My cries screams of agony and pain or are they cries for help from this evil foe.
She could do nothing but stand helplessly and watch the fire within his heart envelop everything in its path, consuming his dreams with endless hunger, destroying the relationships and bridges of trust he spent countless years building. As the flames danced around and cackled at the sight of the chaos and destruction, she stood paralyzed as a single tear slip down her cheek; she had lost her friend.
It bursts with flames spralling outward and spiraling towards me furiously and trecherously. There is not rhyme or reason it is basic only wanting more, more to consume and more to devour much like us in the sense that we too only wish to survive.
bursting fierce flames shooting out from a brim stone, horrible engulfing painful, yet calm, calming in the sense that it is something that we can never hope to control we give it life yet it’s path will forever be it’s own.
Nope. Not feeling it. It’s añmost impossible to be inspired (or at least coherent) when you have been mostly sleeping and eating in the last hours. There is no struggle… but I did watch There Will Be Blood. Genius. My time’s up.
The fire burned all through the night. Even when the passionate flames dimmed, they never died out. A flicker, a wisp, but still there nevertheless. The smoke fogged the air, floating into the sky unlimited.
chaos. burning. screaming for safety.
sirens. trying to save memories.
trying to save sanity
tears streaming down your face as all is
lost.
Inferno. Hell. You have nothing left.
the house was blazing, spouts of fire spewing out of every window and every door. I would have been standing far back from it, if not for the screaming I could barely hear coming from one of the third floor rooms.
The restaurant I work at caught on fire almost two years ago. We were closed down for over a year but now we are up and running again. The inside is decorated completely different and there are new owners.
There was a fire in his eye dim but none the least visible. I could tell her desired something more out of life. He seemed to have exhausted all of his options but then she came along and everything changed.
Most frightening feeling in my life: seeing my house on fire, a column of flame shooting up on the side. I’d only been in the house 2 weeks, didn’t know my neighbors, hadn’t even paid my first mortgage note. My first home purchase, up in flames,
The fire began to glow as the first sparks caught with the wind of her breath. the young woman had been traveling for some time when nightfall had forced her to bed down and make camp. She’d feared being caught in the forest at night, but it would do no good to continue on. Better to eat and then rest then go on weary.
The fire blazed up suddenly and it’s flames came together to form a woman in with their movements.
It glows is bright and warm it makes me think of warmth and camping and my old house with a wood stove I like it I can light my hand onfire it looks really Coll it burns you when you’re not carful
The fire burned so fiercely, even the sun couldn’t compare to the burning in her soul. It soon consumed her, and made her forget the world. For a time. But nothing good ever lasts. It’s the way of the world. So what will it be? Short happiness or the truth?
it was hot. it hurt. i wanted it to stop. but, at the same time, i liked it. it danced across my skin. it changed me. it changed my skin. it was beautiful and terrible at the same time. fire. burn. hot.
this reminds me of thousands of lives that have already been affected by this particular word. they say fire refers to motivation, attitude, and life.. but have we already stopped to think that it also has it’s downside?
Fire burns. That’s what it does. And you can’t blame it when it tares down your house and destroys everything. Because just like you breathe, fire burns.
it starts in your chest and slowly moves out towards your finger tips. it burns, like something you’ve never known. a deep longing that keeps you hurt but wanting more. a deep burn that feels something like fire, but you think it’s something much more
fire tends to hurt, tends to feed anger.
it’ll never end, the more you try to put it out
the more it builds up..
fire, fire burns..
ruins the memories to forget the soul.
fire.
They licked up the stairs and curled around curtains.
Crumbling the frames that meant nothing and everything.
Billows of grainy smoke, suffocating the clear.
I will never forgive you for that entire year.
heat, warmth, light.
The pumping of veins
tiny bubbles of frothing life.
My heart won’t keep rhythm.
I can’t let this happen.
Forgive my trembling hands.
set the red down
like the color of my expensive couch.
set it down near me
where i can feel the warmth, breathe me.
but don’t put your shoes on the couch
that lets the warmth out.
Passion is fire. It burns bright and fast. Consuming everything, stopping for nothing. No thought for where it is headed.
Working my way through the swaying crowd, I spotted him near the corner by the bar. His face was lit by the fire from the dozens of lighters held up in the small room, and my stomach almost dropped at the sight of his carefree smile; and yet he seemed to care all at the same time. When his eyes dropped upon me, his smile broadened, and it took all my strength not to run into his arms. Maybe it was the drinks stirring in me, but I said what I was thinking: “I belong with you.” And all he could say back was,
“And you belong with me, in my sweet heart.”
fire is the best discovery of man
Fire. It licked out of the pan and to the wooden spoon nearby, from then catching on the towels and then on the wooden bread box next to it.
Fire. It spread from the bread box to the cookbook you’d left out last night after a long bout of baking. From there it caught on the pot full of oily water that you’d left in the sink.
Fire. It traveled to the napkins you’d left all over the place.
Fire. The smoke alarm activated, and you got out of the house, but my picture didn’t.
The fire blazed, out of control. People ran as fast as they could. The heat spread through the town and let everyone know that trouble was abound. It spread from house to house, leaping between roofs.
I threw the bottle down with a resounding clatter, trying to swallow away the fire blazing in my throat. He was watching my reaction with smugness stretched taught across his weasely face. “I told you it was strong.”
I could feel it seeping through my blood, slowly setting every part of me alight. It hurt, but in a good way. I didn’t want it to stop, there was a rush that came with it. It was becoming a part of me, and I was afraid of what was yet to come.
fire in the hole! Two nuclear missiles hurdled past the elven boy’s coon skin cap. Ahoy matey!
It shown in her eyes like a wildfire, she would not back down this time. She hit back even after she fell again and again. He would not take another of her children ever again. She didn’t care what she might have to do, she would do anything not to loose another child.
the fire was hot on his face as he ran through the burning building trying to save the young child. there were flames everywhere and it’s a wonder how he got through the mess.
Representative of the passion innate in the souls of all people, and unquenchable, fire is the most potent, unstoppable force in the natural world as well.
It starts with fire.
She spreads her legs in front of me while my hands are tied around the chair.
Suddenly, I’m feeling hot. And it become hotter when she says, “Heat me up.”
So the fire heats up.
my dad and brother and basically whole family fight fires! they always have but i refuse to follow in their foot steps! im afraid of fire! fire is orange and kind of pretty! hehehehehe.
As I made my pot of tea, I saw a spark. Quickly the stove caught flame and the heat threw me backward. I yelled for everyone to awake and ran out of the house after saving them from their slumber.
The flames flicker literally the air, but sometimes the liquid tears from our eyes. The crying stings because the fire’s heat will evaporate the water and all that is left is salt, which is painful.
Everywhere, it’s everywhere my eyes flash with fear as it’s own power topples over mine. I can do nothing for I started as a nothing, a mere child playing with a greater power, who am I to believe I can tell it where it stands? My cries screams of agony and pain or are they cries for help from this evil foe.
She could do nothing but stand helplessly and watch the fire within his heart envelop everything in its path, consuming his dreams with endless hunger, destroying the relationships and bridges of trust he spent countless years building. As the flames danced around and cackled at the sight of the chaos and destruction, she stood paralyzed as a single tear slip down her cheek; she had lost her friend.
It bursts with flames spralling outward and spiraling towards me furiously and trecherously. There is not rhyme or reason it is basic only wanting more, more to consume and more to devour much like us in the sense that we too only wish to survive.
bursting fierce flames shooting out from a brim stone, horrible engulfing painful, yet calm, calming in the sense that it is something that we can never hope to control we give it life yet it’s path will forever be it’s own.
Nope. Not feeling it. It’s añmost impossible to be inspired (or at least coherent) when you have been mostly sleeping and eating in the last hours. There is no struggle… but I did watch There Will Be Blood. Genius. My time’s up.
The fire burned all through the night. Even when the passionate flames dimmed, they never died out. A flicker, a wisp, but still there nevertheless. The smoke fogged the air, floating into the sky unlimited.
chaos. burning. screaming for safety.
sirens. trying to save memories.
trying to save sanity
tears streaming down your face as all is
lost.
Inferno. Hell. You have nothing left.
is hot and its positive love to see it in a candle and the steel melting becoz of the hot fire furnace.its shows sun,sumer and is also dangerousrs.
the house was blazing, spouts of fire spewing out of every window and every door. I would have been standing far back from it, if not for the screaming I could barely hear coming from one of the third floor rooms.
Fire brings warmth with icy hotness to painful joints.
The restaurant I work at caught on fire almost two years ago. We were closed down for over a year but now we are up and running again. The inside is decorated completely different and there are new owners.
There was a fire in his eye dim but none the least visible. I could tell her desired something more out of life. He seemed to have exhausted all of his options but then she came along and everything changed.
Most frightening feeling in my life: seeing my house on fire, a column of flame shooting up on the side. I’d only been in the house 2 weeks, didn’t know my neighbors, hadn’t even paid my first mortgage note. My first home purchase, up in flames,
The fire began to glow as the first sparks caught with the wind of her breath. the young woman had been traveling for some time when nightfall had forced her to bed down and make camp. She’d feared being caught in the forest at night, but it would do no good to continue on. Better to eat and then rest then go on weary.
The fire blazed up suddenly and it’s flames came together to form a woman in with their movements.
It glows is bright and warm it makes me think of warmth and camping and my old house with a wood stove I like it I can light my hand onfire it looks really Coll it burns you when you’re not carful
The fire burned so fiercely, even the sun couldn’t compare to the burning in her soul. It soon consumed her, and made her forget the world. For a time. But nothing good ever lasts. It’s the way of the world. So what will it be? Short happiness or the truth?
it was hot. it hurt. i wanted it to stop. but, at the same time, i liked it. it danced across my skin. it changed me. it changed my skin. it was beautiful and terrible at the same time. fire. burn. hot.
this reminds me of thousands of lives that have already been affected by this particular word. they say fire refers to motivation, attitude, and life.. but have we already stopped to think that it also has it’s downside?
Oh my! have you ever seen that magnificent person?! it’s uncontrollable, I just would like to taste that beautiful flavor, please
Fire burns. That’s what it does. And you can’t blame it when it tares down your house and destroys everything. Because just like you breathe, fire burns.