She couldn’t bear the heat. It was too hot! The desert was far to dangerous for adventures this long. Of course she was just being dramatic, but it was hot. The air was dry and hot. She felt she could burst into flames at any moment and it was killing her. She needed more water, even though she already had three bottles. It was just way too hot for her to continues, but she was not going to just sit there and wait for someone to rescue her either.
Going up in flames! Burning out, blowing your big chance, seeing your future reduced to embers, all because of a hot headed nature…heat is seen as so evil but really the flames can be cleansing and pure and allow for new growth. Don’t fear the fire, embrace it, and it hurts, oh hell yes it hurts, but then there is cleanliness, after the ashes are cleared away.
fire
loud
bright
red
large
expanding
everlasting
hope
despair
love
burning
sensation
children
loss
torture
burns
skin
melting
end
all
fighter
struggle
warrior
revenge
scars
travesty
iconic
light
cigarette
smooth
calm
The flames of conflict and doubt lashed out at me in hopelessness. Would I be happy staying this way if I convinced myself that things would get better? When would they get better? How could I get better hoping for something the flames always burned away and turned to ash! My dispair is the only thing the flames cannot extinguish.
flames is caused by fire. there is a college in pune called flames. flames look like yellow and orange. flames is cause when u light up something. i think flamingo has its name and some relation to flames.flames are hot. flames c
the flames licked at the young girls dress, eating away hungrily at her hem. tears streamed down her ash blackened cheeks, pouring rivers as if they would be enough to extinguish the fire burning at her feet, witch witch! the towns people cried and oh how she wished she could remember the spell she needed to save herself.
The flames got higher and higher, as the wind got stronger. We were afraid that our house would be burned down to the ground, since the fire truck did not arrived in time. Fortunately for us a heavy downpour of rain did the job, and quickly out the flames.
Burning all around. Drowning me. Suffocating me. Like all the dreams I had. It does not stop there it goes on forever; an endless chain of flames. That killed me. That killed them but it doesn’t stop there.
She wrote a letter to her unrequited lover for hours on end. One look at all her feelings finally put into words, and she knew what she had to do. A cigarette lighter nearby helped her keep her love unrequited.
flames are the way that fire is shown in the surface
flames can be understood in a way of passion or danger which in some cases connect also. the word flames is used in songs, poems and writings as a mettafore to feelings or destruction.
The vibrant flames danced before my eyes and roared and cackled. It was soaking in every bit of oxygen in the air, hungry for more every time, like an addict. I watched it show off its dazzling colours and power, and then I stood up. The flame rose higher in response and died down again as I turned my back to it. I could feel the warmth and call of the fire behind me, tempting me turn back. I hesitated and stood there for a while until a breeze blew and aroused my senses.
The vibrant flames danced before my eyes and roared and cackled. It was soaking in every bit of oxygen in the hair, hungry for more every time, like an addict. I watched it show off its dazzling colours and power, and then I stood up. The flame rose higher in response and died down again as I turned my back to it. I could feel the warmth and call of the fire behind me, tempting me turn back. I hesitated and stood there for a while until a breeze blew and aroused my senses.
Her eyes widened. The vehicle crashed into flames in a mere instant. She stood there, completely immobilized. Because of her, two more innocent people had died.
The blue flames dances in front of me. Slowly it took the form of a man. He looked at me and held out his hand as he’s saying, “Take my hand and come with me”. I looked at him and took his hand. Together we went to discover parts of the world that has never been discovered before.
Before I knew it, I woke up in my bed. Sweats trickled down my chin. Huh, just a dream, just another day….
Live Love Laugh ! Because life is beautiful in the morning ! And when you breathing , you will happy with all this things! Live your life cause youre young!
she woke up in the flames of the fire
lighting the path across her bed
to her feet, warming her knees
she smiled
what had she started?
where nothing was wet
but the kiss on her cheek
all those years ago
just a moment in the past
a brief sigh, a sign of the times
“how time flies”, declared decades
today’s decaf lattes
and strange regrets
burn them to the ground.
flames. fire. heat and fear and the smell of burning and memories of being rudely awakened by a screaming alarm that saved the house and the lives but burned a sound in the mind that terrifies in the years to come even when it’s just a reminder to change the battery.
I’m engulfed by flames. They take my skin first, charred and burned, it falls to ash. The wind sweeps the ashes into the world. They disperse further than my body ever could. I’m freer this way; I go further.
tall pillars. the oil paint strokes in luscious curls and waves up and down the canvas. the sad maiden in chains, eyes heaven bound, hands poetic in their recognizance
burning, spirit, light . Purification from all evil, from dualities. Reborn , into the Light. The heat is unbeareble, but it is as it has to be. Let go, and you will transcend.
When I walk into that room, pass those doors, see her in that corner, doing whatever it is she is doing; I burn. My body in flames. My world in flames. It burns me, but everyone walks but, untouched. Glaciers.
The fire licked the air lightly. It was bright, it’s source quickly depleting. I waiting for my friend to bring back some more firewood, watching it dance around as the wind kicked up above us. We had been sitting there, reminiscing the good times. I heard a crunch behind me and smiled.
The flames licked against the drapes and then leapt up them, hungrily, and the woman seemed frozen in fear and indecision.
“Here!” cried the old man, gesturing frantically with one outstretched hand, “come to me, quickly!”
She flicked panicked eyes at him, just for a moment, and then continued to stare at the rising flames around her.
i’m going up in flames and all I can think about is food. I smell like cooked food. Pork chops. I want to eat myself. Everyone around me has different thoughts. I’m a heathen. I would like to pour a thick gravy over myself.
Curling, licking, sticking, biting my flesh and peeling, consuming, all feeling, drawn to the depths of my soul. Brooding and steeping, my inner soul is weeping, hades fires never burned so deeply. Infernal damnation, the call of our heart, and taking over it’s forever parts, lifeless and hopeless forever alone, in sin I sit in the dark I atone.
hot flames fueled by the gasoline engulfed me. what was once a pleasant puddle full of oily rainbows was now full of fiery tongues licking away at me.
they are bright red and orange, hot and flickering, licking up the air as they dance around their subject with a passionate glow.
She couldn’t bear the heat. It was too hot! The desert was far to dangerous for adventures this long. Of course she was just being dramatic, but it was hot. The air was dry and hot. She felt she could burst into flames at any moment and it was killing her. She needed more water, even though she already had three bottles. It was just way too hot for her to continues, but she was not going to just sit there and wait for someone to rescue her either.
Going up in flames! Burning out, blowing your big chance, seeing your future reduced to embers, all because of a hot headed nature…heat is seen as so evil but really the flames can be cleansing and pure and allow for new growth. Don’t fear the fire, embrace it, and it hurts, oh hell yes it hurts, but then there is cleanliness, after the ashes are cleared away.
fire
loud
bright
red
large
expanding
everlasting
hope
despair
love
burning
sensation
children
loss
torture
burns
skin
melting
end
all
fighter
struggle
warrior
revenge
scars
travesty
iconic
light
cigarette
smooth
calm
The flames of conflict and doubt lashed out at me in hopelessness. Would I be happy staying this way if I convinced myself that things would get better? When would they get better? How could I get better hoping for something the flames always burned away and turned to ash! My dispair is the only thing the flames cannot extinguish.
flames is caused by fire. there is a college in pune called flames. flames look like yellow and orange. flames is cause when u light up something. i think flamingo has its name and some relation to flames.flames are hot. flames c
the flames licked at the young girls dress, eating away hungrily at her hem. tears streamed down her ash blackened cheeks, pouring rivers as if they would be enough to extinguish the fire burning at her feet, witch witch! the towns people cried and oh how she wished she could remember the spell she needed to save herself.
The flames got higher and higher, as the wind got stronger. We were afraid that our house would be burned down to the ground, since the fire truck did not arrived in time. Fortunately for us a heavy downpour of rain did the job, and quickly out the flames.
It burned bright in the night, dimly in the morning and finally pitifully in the afternoon. This is how the flame progressed, as well as his ambition.
Burning all around. Drowning me. Suffocating me. Like all the dreams I had. It does not stop there it goes on forever; an endless chain of flames. That killed me. That killed them but it doesn’t stop there.
flames from a fire are hot. sometimes they are a beautiful color. if they get out of hand they will be terribly dangerous.
Your dimpled smile,
Is the flame that warms me when I’m cold.
You’re the beautiful dream,
That turns my grey, dead world to gold.
You’re my eternity, my today, tomorrow and everyday.
The magical candle, that drives dark shadows away.
She wrote a letter to her unrequited lover for hours on end. One look at all her feelings finally put into words, and she knew what she had to do. A cigarette lighter nearby helped her keep her love unrequited.
flames are the way that fire is shown in the surface
flames can be understood in a way of passion or danger which in some cases connect also. the word flames is used in songs, poems and writings as a mettafore to feelings or destruction.
we like hot flames can never die
The vibrant flames danced before my eyes and roared and cackled. It was soaking in every bit of oxygen in the air, hungry for more every time, like an addict. I watched it show off its dazzling colours and power, and then I stood up. The flame rose higher in response and died down again as I turned my back to it. I could feel the warmth and call of the fire behind me, tempting me turn back. I hesitated and stood there for a while until a breeze blew and aroused my senses.
The vibrant flames danced before my eyes and roared and cackled. It was soaking in every bit of oxygen in the hair, hungry for more every time, like an addict. I watched it show off its dazzling colours and power, and then I stood up. The flame rose higher in response and died down again as I turned my back to it. I could feel the warmth and call of the fire behind me, tempting me turn back. I hesitated and stood there for a while until a breeze blew and aroused my senses.
They spark in every heart…
They light every dream.
Let the flame inside you burn.
Let the child inside you scream.
flames can be bright and hot,
Flames from fire camp
Flames from on stove
Michelle couldn’t forget that day, where redness decorated her own house. She has lost everything; her sister, her mother, everything.
Her eyes widened. The vehicle crashed into flames in a mere instant. She stood there, completely immobilized. Because of her, two more innocent people had died.
The blue flames dances in front of me. Slowly it took the form of a man. He looked at me and held out his hand as he’s saying, “Take my hand and come with me”. I looked at him and took his hand. Together we went to discover parts of the world that has never been discovered before.
Before I knew it, I woke up in my bed. Sweats trickled down my chin. Huh, just a dream, just another day….
burn
When they’ve finished dancing, beautiful, hypnotic, mesmerizing, all that’s left is ash.
Live Love Laugh ! Because life is beautiful in the morning ! And when you breathing , you will happy with all this things! Live your life cause youre young!
Flames licking her legs. Pain beyond words shooting through her. A shriek punctures the sky. Smoke suffocates her, she faints.
she woke up in the flames of the fire
lighting the path across her bed
to her feet, warming her knees
she smiled
what had she started?
where nothing was wet
but the kiss on her cheek
all those years ago
just a moment in the past
a brief sigh, a sign of the times
“how time flies”, declared decades
today’s decaf lattes
and strange regrets
burn them to the ground.
flames. fire. heat and fear and the smell of burning and memories of being rudely awakened by a screaming alarm that saved the house and the lives but burned a sound in the mind that terrifies in the years to come even when it’s just a reminder to change the battery.
When they’ve finished being beautiful, hypnotic, mesmerizing, all that’s left is ashes.
I’m engulfed by flames. They take my skin first, charred and burned, it falls to ash. The wind sweeps the ashes into the world. They disperse further than my body ever could. I’m freer this way; I go further.
tall pillars. the oil paint strokes in luscious curls and waves up and down the canvas. the sad maiden in chains, eyes heaven bound, hands poetic in their recognizance
burning, spirit, light . Purification from all evil, from dualities. Reborn , into the Light. The heat is unbeareble, but it is as it has to be. Let go, and you will transcend.
When I walk into that room, pass those doors, see her in that corner, doing whatever it is she is doing; I burn. My body in flames. My world in flames. It burns me, but everyone walks but, untouched. Glaciers.
everything’s flammable even water
The fire licked the air lightly. It was bright, it’s source quickly depleting. I waiting for my friend to bring back some more firewood, watching it dance around as the wind kicked up above us. We had been sitting there, reminiscing the good times. I heard a crunch behind me and smiled.
The flames licked against the drapes and then leapt up them, hungrily, and the woman seemed frozen in fear and indecision.
“Here!” cried the old man, gesturing frantically with one outstretched hand, “come to me, quickly!”
She flicked panicked eyes at him, just for a moment, and then continued to stare at the rising flames around her.
i’m going up in flames and all I can think about is food. I smell like cooked food. Pork chops. I want to eat myself. Everyone around me has different thoughts. I’m a heathen. I would like to pour a thick gravy over myself.
heat causes the sweat to drip from my brow down into a pool of warm water that reflects exactly how i feel
Curling, licking, sticking, biting my flesh and peeling, consuming, all feeling, drawn to the depths of my soul. Brooding and steeping, my inner soul is weeping, hades fires never burned so deeply. Infernal damnation, the call of our heart, and taking over it’s forever parts, lifeless and hopeless forever alone, in sin I sit in the dark I atone.