Flames roared into the night sky and crackled. It was a vicious beast, hungry for the air and gobbling it up for all that it was worth. I hesitated for a
I can’t believe it took me that long to see that movie. It is one of those nice times where the fuss is really worth it.
Which reminds me. It says something about my life right now that I’m too tired to watch movies when I get home. So much for my plan to keep turning over Netflix DVDs.
Not that my very spotty mail delivery service is helping that along any.
Licking up my legs,
scorching my soul.
It will never be the same,
for the witched blackfyre burns like nothing you’ve ever felt.
Like the strongest passion or the truest love.
It makes me want to die.
You make me want to die.
You’ve corrupted me like the deepest fires of Hell.
This downward spiral will surely spin forever.
when I think of hell my childhood self thinks of flames. my adult self knows that cannot be hell. flames today are those of environmental movements and other social movements that no one can put out. flames begun my persons with fire in their souls cannot be put out…
His hair is singed where the flames touched him and his face is raw and dark with soot.
“Are you ok?” you ask him, but it’s the wrong question. You cannot think of any other moment where he’d been less ok, standing burnt and scared and somehow, miraculously alive. You should have asked him if he was going to be ok, but it’s too late now. He’s answering.
“I’m fine.” The word, exhaled in a cloud of ash, trembles on the air between the two of you.
You wonder how things got to be this way, how long the invisible rift dividing you has kept you both from being honest. Once, you remember guiltily (though this is the worst possible time), you used to share all of your secrets with him. You have to remind yourself that he is no longer yours to worry about.
The flames lick up my pant legs, enveloping my lower body in one bitter bite. As it spreads into my chest and across my arms, the ashes become all that is left of my existence. Seeping to the ground in a melancholy pile. The flaky, burnt bits of my body settle there for a while, allowing all the resentment I once felt to blow away with the wind. Now only my finest qualities remain, waiting for the phoenix to burst of of the ashes and give me the second chance I so desperately desire.
The flames licked my entire body. The transformation was more painful than I thought it would be; nothing like I imagined! I just wanted it to end. I screamed. Screamed in pain. Someone please. Someone help me.
we breathed fire back then
our legs were sweaty and we kept running
nothing could keep us from moving
our feet lay waste to the flames licking our toes
we kept burning on
hot, spicy, young jalapeno peppers we were
ready to taste life
and give life a taste of us
As the flames rose high into the night, I honestly pondered my future. Where would I go, where would I be, who would I be now? My house and all of its contents defined me, who i was, who I am, and where I came from, all being reduced to ashes before my very eyes.
flames fire in the night where no man dares to show his face is scarred in the fire light the flames that burst so elegantly we shared a kiss a single kiss
I wrap my heart in flames of glory. someday I will go down in glory. because I burn from within, fuck ya I sin. it’s part of the game, AFox is my name.
The blaze danced before me seductively, my gaze upon its sway.
And I craved for its warmth and it yearned for my love, but its burn – it kept us apart.
the calgary flames are an amazing hockey team in alberta. they won the stanley cup in 1989 but not again since. they came very close to winning in 2004, but lost in the finals. the fans are very loyal and love them still.
Flames, like tongues licking at my soul. Put them out, or don’t, they’re going to burn something even if they don’t burn me. It’s a pointless exercise trying to run from them, really. No matter what we do we all burn in the end, everything burns.
She sat eerily still, not a muscle moving beneath the creamy expanse of her skin, and I could feel the lust stirring deep within me as the flames reflected off her ice-blue eyes, turning them lavender in the process. “I can feel them out there,” she whispered, her words scarcely louder than the wind. “Waiting just beyond the fires’ reach; it sets my teeth on edge,” she continued, a throaty growl in her voice.
I looked around, knowing I’d see nothing in the looming darkness but unable to resist the urge. “I know,” I said simply. “But there’s nothing we can do about them tonight,”
The multiple colors memorize my eyes; the heat is what attracts me the most. I have felt cold for so long, yet the warmth from his skin keeps me close. I can feel the fire burning inside me; it is nothing like I have ever felt before. This feeling was something I have longed for since I was young. It is true that good things come to those who wait. I, however, have been burned. I know that it was my own impatience that left me with my scars. I confused lust with love and I told myself I never would make that mistake again. Unfortunately, those orange dancers hypnotized me over and over again. The sparks that emerged from the heat caught me. I knew I was sick. I was addicted to the movement and my inner pyro was seduced. I give in for pleasure and every bit of me was touched. But once it is over, I realize, it was not a touch, only a burn. For the pain flares up from the inside out and burns ever inch of my body and boils my insides. Lust; leaves me forever wrapped in bandages. Lucky for me, wounds heal, scars fade and love becomes my heat.
The flames crept up around her. Panic had long since gone. It was now about accepting her fate, and her regret. All the things she hadn’t yet done, and didn’t do, because of fear. Which all now seemed so obsolete. In the end, there is nothing to fear.
A scream erupted from her lips as the flames engulfed her body. The man, standing just in front of the fire, watched with a sickly grin. Agony she went through only pleased him and he laughed. A laugh so menacing it could make a soldier cringe.
flames piled up high in my mind
but I couldn’t seem to chase away the memory
of times forgotten when I held you close
you never strayed
you never seemed to forget to light up the life
of everyone on this forsaken planet
but then you took too long to smile
Lick my flesh and ignite my heart, burning bright as summer days, as we know that you are innocent like midnight oceans. But one day you will burn brighter than any star and turn all that I am into ashes, billowing out in the wind in search of a new home.
and we assume the natural position of our intimacy.
(it has always been a closer one, sometimes i wish we could’ve been park bench lovers)
two heads, one pillow, we rest one ribcage on the mattress and we point the other towards the sky, this is how we lay on our sides, like it were a prayer to both the soil and the stars —
fire is really hot, it can either be useful or your owrst enemy. it can either keep you warm or scald you, burn you intensely. one wrong move. life is kind of like fire, it can either be everything or it can take away everything you love. be careful with fire friends enemies..anyone and anytthing can turn on you at any time, mans bests tools can be his downfall.
flames that eat up everything. greedy greedy flames swallowing any and everything they see. the flames of my heart swallow the idea of you engulfing me with passion. i hate the flames of love, i hate that i love you.
flames are hot. they’re orange and red and yellow. they give warmth. Flames can also be people you have a thing for/fling with. Those flames are usually old flames
Raising their fingertips against the bark. Aspiring to be more, destroying at the same time. I looked at the drawing, red melting into orange into yellow into sparks, an advance guard.
Up against the flames surrounding the door, he grazed the inferno with a finger and his upper lip caught ablaze. It swirled into a orange firework mustache – sparking at both ends – the fizzling, twizzling skylight embedded into his newfound whiskers. Try as he might, he could not open the door and step out of the room, and every tongue of fire simply added to his facial structure – the heated sideburns and the Hellish beard.
When the flames burned his leg, I just couldn’t move. Who knew that the gas pipe would burst and torch right through his rubber suit. He’d done this so many time before. We thought he was invincible, but the truth was lying right there in front of me.
natsu was eating the flame like usual. bu this was different it was to beat sting show what a hero is really like it was all thanks to lucy that he could eat cuz she acdentally caught something on fire and threw it at him
The flames keep getting higher…and hotter. They look so beautiful and they feel so good on my skin. I’ve been wondering what it would be like. Now I know. It’s even better than I thought it wold be. I wonder what would happen if no one called the fire department? Maybe I should cal them? Yeah, that’s probably what I should do. After I watch the flames a little longer. They look so pretty and they feel so good.
flaming hate flaming love. The feeling when you love someone so much and you know they love you too but they hurt you. They hurt you and you let them. It makes you angry, really angry how you can love them and not want them to hurt but they hurt you!
Flames engulf me. The world goes up in flames, and there’s a place for my car (which I don’t own.) Flames are beautiful, fire-sprites in a fireplace dancing like fauns. Like stars only within reach, but just as dangerous. Stars are flames in the sky. Beautiful flames…
Flames roared into the night sky and crackled. It was a vicious beast, hungry for the air and gobbling it up for all that it was worth. I hesitated for a
They are burning me like uly cigarettes in summer heat.
Flames, flames on the side of my face!
I can’t believe it took me that long to see that movie. It is one of those nice times where the fuss is really worth it.
Which reminds me. It says something about my life right now that I’m too tired to watch movies when I get home. So much for my plan to keep turning over Netflix DVDs.
Not that my very spotty mail delivery service is helping that along any.
I do wonder what happened to my shoes.
Licking up my legs,
scorching my soul.
It will never be the same,
for the witched blackfyre burns like nothing you’ve ever felt.
Like the strongest passion or the truest love.
It makes me want to die.
You make me want to die.
You’ve corrupted me like the deepest fires of Hell.
This downward spiral will surely spin forever.
when I think of hell my childhood self thinks of flames. my adult self knows that cannot be hell. flames today are those of environmental movements and other social movements that no one can put out. flames begun my persons with fire in their souls cannot be put out…
Katniss looks amazing! Absolutely fab. Her designer is amazing! Peeta looks very handsome too.
His hair is singed where the flames touched him and his face is raw and dark with soot.
“Are you ok?” you ask him, but it’s the wrong question. You cannot think of any other moment where he’d been less ok, standing burnt and scared and somehow, miraculously alive. You should have asked him if he was going to be ok, but it’s too late now. He’s answering.
“I’m fine.” The word, exhaled in a cloud of ash, trembles on the air between the two of you.
You wonder how things got to be this way, how long the invisible rift dividing you has kept you both from being honest. Once, you remember guiltily (though this is the worst possible time), you used to share all of your secrets with him. You have to remind yourself that he is no longer yours to worry about.
“I”m fine,” he repeats with even less conviction.
You force yourself to believe him.
The flames lick up my pant legs, enveloping my lower body in one bitter bite. As it spreads into my chest and across my arms, the ashes become all that is left of my existence. Seeping to the ground in a melancholy pile. The flaky, burnt bits of my body settle there for a while, allowing all the resentment I once felt to blow away with the wind. Now only my finest qualities remain, waiting for the phoenix to burst of of the ashes and give me the second chance I so desperately desire.
The flames licked my entire body. The transformation was more painful than I thought it would be; nothing like I imagined! I just wanted it to end. I screamed. Screamed in pain. Someone please. Someone help me.
we breathed fire back then
our legs were sweaty and we kept running
nothing could keep us from moving
our feet lay waste to the flames licking our toes
we kept burning on
hot, spicy, young jalapeno peppers we were
ready to taste life
and give life a taste of us
As the flames rose high into the night, I honestly pondered my future. Where would I go, where would I be, who would I be now? My house and all of its contents defined me, who i was, who I am, and where I came from, all being reduced to ashes before my very eyes.
flames fire in the night where no man dares to show his face is scarred in the fire light the flames that burst so elegantly we shared a kiss a single kiss
I wrap my heart in flames of glory. someday I will go down in glory. because I burn from within, fuck ya I sin. it’s part of the game, AFox is my name.
The blaze danced before me seductively, my gaze upon its sway.
And I craved for its warmth and it yearned for my love, but its burn – it kept us apart.
the calgary flames are an amazing hockey team in alberta. they won the stanley cup in 1989 but not again since. they came very close to winning in 2004, but lost in the finals. the fans are very loyal and love them still.
Flames, like tongues licking at my soul. Put them out, or don’t, they’re going to burn something even if they don’t burn me. It’s a pointless exercise trying to run from them, really. No matter what we do we all burn in the end, everything burns.
She sat eerily still, not a muscle moving beneath the creamy expanse of her skin, and I could feel the lust stirring deep within me as the flames reflected off her ice-blue eyes, turning them lavender in the process. “I can feel them out there,” she whispered, her words scarcely louder than the wind. “Waiting just beyond the fires’ reach; it sets my teeth on edge,” she continued, a throaty growl in her voice.
I looked around, knowing I’d see nothing in the looming darkness but unable to resist the urge. “I know,” I said simply. “But there’s nothing we can do about them tonight,”
There was Chaos all over the slum and people were screaming for help, as their huts went on flames .
The multiple colors memorize my eyes; the heat is what attracts me the most. I have felt cold for so long, yet the warmth from his skin keeps me close. I can feel the fire burning inside me; it is nothing like I have ever felt before. This feeling was something I have longed for since I was young. It is true that good things come to those who wait. I, however, have been burned. I know that it was my own impatience that left me with my scars. I confused lust with love and I told myself I never would make that mistake again. Unfortunately, those orange dancers hypnotized me over and over again. The sparks that emerged from the heat caught me. I knew I was sick. I was addicted to the movement and my inner pyro was seduced. I give in for pleasure and every bit of me was touched. But once it is over, I realize, it was not a touch, only a burn. For the pain flares up from the inside out and burns ever inch of my body and boils my insides. Lust; leaves me forever wrapped in bandages. Lucky for me, wounds heal, scars fade and love becomes my heat.
The flames crept up around her. Panic had long since gone. It was now about accepting her fate, and her regret. All the things she hadn’t yet done, and didn’t do, because of fear. Which all now seemed so obsolete. In the end, there is nothing to fear.
A scream erupted from her lips as the flames engulfed her body. The man, standing just in front of the fire, watched with a sickly grin. Agony she went through only pleased him and he laughed. A laugh so menacing it could make a soldier cringe.
flames piled up high in my mind
but I couldn’t seem to chase away the memory
of times forgotten when I held you close
you never strayed
you never seemed to forget to light up the life
of everyone on this forsaken planet
but then you took too long to smile
Lick my flesh and ignite my heart, burning bright as summer days, as we know that you are innocent like midnight oceans. But one day you will burn brighter than any star and turn all that I am into ashes, billowing out in the wind in search of a new home.
Like flames licking the soles of her feet, his tongue marked her as his forever.
burning another one time for them to come again to take away all my pain tell me how to be sane again
Nacimiento
El humo
Mi lengua
Se habla
Con llamas
Con los labios tan mojada como el mar
Mi voz es tan pura como la calina
and we assume the natural position of our intimacy.
(it has always been a closer one, sometimes i wish we could’ve been park bench lovers)
two heads, one pillow, we rest one ribcage on the mattress and we point the other towards the sky, this is how we lay on our sides, like it were a prayer to both the soil and the stars —
fire is really hot, it can either be useful or your owrst enemy. it can either keep you warm or scald you, burn you intensely. one wrong move. life is kind of like fire, it can either be everything or it can take away everything you love. be careful with fire friends enemies..anyone and anytthing can turn on you at any time, mans bests tools can be his downfall.
stop drop and roll, they
said, as flesh melted from bone
and eyebrows singed off
The fire flickered away in front of my eyes sending me into a daze. I could see shapes and animals and pictures being created through the flames.
flames that eat up everything. greedy greedy flames swallowing any and everything they see. the flames of my heart swallow the idea of you engulfing me with passion. i hate the flames of love, i hate that i love you.
The flames licked her heels. She glanced down at the flames, squirming in pain. Just end it now please.
flames are hot. they’re orange and red and yellow. they give warmth. Flames can also be people you have a thing for/fling with. Those flames are usually old flames
Raising their fingertips against the bark. Aspiring to be more, destroying at the same time. I looked at the drawing, red melting into orange into yellow into sparks, an advance guard.
Up against the flames surrounding the door, he grazed the inferno with a finger and his upper lip caught ablaze. It swirled into a orange firework mustache – sparking at both ends – the fizzling, twizzling skylight embedded into his newfound whiskers. Try as he might, he could not open the door and step out of the room, and every tongue of fire simply added to his facial structure – the heated sideburns and the Hellish beard.
When the flames burned his leg, I just couldn’t move. Who knew that the gas pipe would burst and torch right through his rubber suit. He’d done this so many time before. We thought he was invincible, but the truth was lying right there in front of me.
natsu was eating the flame like usual. bu this was different it was to beat sting show what a hero is really like it was all thanks to lucy that he could eat cuz she acdentally caught something on fire and threw it at him
The flames keep getting higher…and hotter. They look so beautiful and they feel so good on my skin. I’ve been wondering what it would be like. Now I know. It’s even better than I thought it wold be. I wonder what would happen if no one called the fire department? Maybe I should cal them? Yeah, that’s probably what I should do. After I watch the flames a little longer. They look so pretty and they feel so good.
flaming hate flaming love. The feeling when you love someone so much and you know they love you too but they hurt you. They hurt you and you let them. It makes you angry, really angry how you can love them and not want them to hurt but they hurt you!
Flames engulf me. The world goes up in flames, and there’s a place for my car (which I don’t own.) Flames are beautiful, fire-sprites in a fireplace dancing like fauns. Like stars only within reach, but just as dangerous. Stars are flames in the sky. Beautiful flames…