we stumbled through the dark night, trying to find our way. it was a dream wandering the forest at twilight and we never wanted to leave. but it wasn’t to last. if only we had brought a torch, so we could find our way back.
I didn’t have it. She was on the other side of the road. holding a candle in her hand, waving at me…waiting for me to wave back. As we promised each other we did do it every night before sleeping: that she would hold a candle and i’d hold a torch.
this is a very hot subject….i love the fire on teh end it makes me want to light things on fire…and watch them burn into oblivion…too bad i’d pry hurt myself first….i think that a torch would be an amazing gift for a pyro….i think i shall have a torch someday…and it shall burn brightly for teh one i love…to guide him home and light the way into my heart…i hope that he will carry teh same torch for me as i do him…
it is a guiding light when all others have gone out. in the tarot, on the hermit card, it represents personal knowledge or vision to see how to get to the next step or where that next step is located. it keeps you on your path. i have found it very important in life to follow your own torch and make sure that the fire is lit, less you get lost along the way.
torch is auseful device. i use torch at night. it halps my grandmother a lot at night. Torch was also useful in cleaning ears. i have clicked pictures in torch light and the results were not good. still i like to use torch. torch with green color looks the best. torch with led light is more useful than others functioning. torch should also come with rechargable batteries. that might prove to be of big help.
The torch burned bright for those lost the men returned to the village their spirits high again they have defended the borderlands many men had fallen more boys than they were men their blood flooding the plains the bones trodden in to the soil forever a part of their home fertilizing the land that they fought valiantly to protect the torch burns for them.
The light was burning my eyes – I was left blind for the first few minutes. Why did I ever agree to this? I had flashbacks of France, when I went looking for my little torchon
She is my torch.
She’s been gone only a few hours,
and my life is full of darkness.
It’s unhealthy.
I need my own torch,
I can’t borrow one for my whole life.
But what if I’m her torch?
The torch was the light for all the people as darkness fell. It’s fire was tremendous, leaving people with warmth when the sun left to come back another day.
why burn so poor and lonely? we’ll be torches together, hand in hand. torches for destruction but also for hope. blazing into the darkness and championing the light.
Torch me into oblivion. Or lift the walls with the torch lights. Be it light, be it fire, you wont freakin last. yeah. oblivion is where you wanna be, where limbo is.
torch. giving the light while looking for lost memories. i have failed to recognize the power of the mind while i was walking in the shadows. but then the torch has found me.lighted up the forest around me and I could finally see. I had the memories I had them all along …
i already got torch i told you about how when i love my heart burns with an unquenchable thirst that is longing for someone to love me and take care of me and to hold me
the torch. newspaper. light source. light in the dark and beacon of hope. we’ll be torches; torches together, hand in hand. grab a stick, a rag, and some gasoline. i’ve got the match if you’ve got the tools. let’s start a riot and change the world.
A sleepy haze of time, I cannot tell now from not-now, dreams from touch. I need light, hold up the torch my love. We will bear the heat for the light.
I wanted to find my way out of the cave, but my torch run out of batteries. How could I be that stupid? How was I supposed to find the exit? I was about to give up, when I saw her. It must have been a dream, because when I woke up I was told that there was no one in the cave with me. But she was there.
We’ll like torches together with whatever respect our tattered dignity demands. We’ll be like torches, hand in hand. Why pluck one string? What good is just one note? One string sounds fine I guess but we were once one note. We weren’t lonely we were quietly ground into grain, one slight momentary pain so why this safe distance, this curious look, why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?
a flame glowing in the hearts and minds of all people. A torch for freedom and for love. The torch in the hand of the statue of LIberty sitting in NY Harbor.
the fire that illuminates the word can also burn the world to ashes. light cannot exist without shadow. fire cannot exist without air. we cannot exist without each other. we all have a right to exist.
the Olympic torch is such an amazing thing. being passed around to hundreds of people, never left alone. its like they’re passing around spirit, and joy. the Olympics in Vancouver brought that to the people who live here. our city, my city. ive never felt so connected as a community, it was the best feeling i have ever had.
Her fingers itched from the heat of the torch. It had a strange beauty to it, with the flames curling and sputtering in the rainy dusk.
She stared into it for awhile longer, contemplating something that she will never speak of, before throwing it onto her husband’s pyre.
He set flame to my heart like a torch, burning brightly and illuminating the darkness within. Somehow it seemed like he was meant to bring me into the light, to show me the way out of my self-imposed solitude. I had hoped that I could at least have tried to trust him to do so, but I was wrong.
Tightening his grip on the dim torch, the boy was glad to have some source of light, however dull it may have been. An owl hooted directly above him and the boy jumped with fright. This was not the place he would’ve liked to have been after dark, but unfortunate circumstances had given him no alternative than to enter the very place his parents had ominously warned never to go: the Forbidden Forest.
If I could torch all of the computers I own, I would.. why? because of the loss of time in my method. Perhaps the AppleII was the last computer that I know of that I would want to work and develop on, because It didn’t require updates. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to write destroy all updates on paper and torch that either, no, I just don’t want to work on a computer that needs them. This message is typed by a torched user.
The torch got passed on from my father, blazing warmly in my brother’s hand. How I envied that hand. I wanted that warmth. I wanted to be the one who had that torched burning his hand-burn it alive even. I don’t care, I was supposed to be the enhiritor of all the problems. All that responsiblilty.
i was walking in the dark and i couldn’t see a thing then i decided it would be good ideas to get a torch so i walked into the nearest warehouse and a paid 20 dollars for one what a rip off i thought torches shouldn’t be so expensive… but anyway i went back outside and all of a sudden it was light… i carried on walking i didn’t need a torch any more how had it gotten so light in the space of such a short time then i thought maybe it wasn’t a short time maybe i had been in there for days like when you see people on the movies and they get stuck in those labyrinth things am i lost in time?
the torch burn fiercely and it tried to find a way for release. it desperately needed to calm down, slow down. it couldn’t help itself. it burned with a fierce hot light.
Shining a path for you to follow, ablaze with opportunity
Pulling you forward, taking you further
Risking for you
Take it
i only have one word to say: LOVE
a light, a beacon, a symbol of hope that anyone and everyone can be saved by… so find it, find the light, find the beacon, find the hope.
we stumbled through the dark night, trying to find our way. it was a dream wandering the forest at twilight and we never wanted to leave. but it wasn’t to last. if only we had brought a torch, so we could find our way back.
The olympic torch for London 2012 is probably going to get extinguished by drizzle. Or possibly blustery wind. Damn weather.
its something that gives out light. i can remember BANAAG FESTIVAL by this word..
courage is our only torch in a dark fight :D idk what else to write though..
torches; wrote a prose poem about them once; like the idea of them : especially the ones they used to use: burning timber, all smoky and oily.
I didn’t have it. She was on the other side of the road. holding a candle in her hand, waving at me…waiting for me to wave back. As we promised each other we did do it every night before sleeping: that she would hold a candle and i’d hold a torch.
this is a very hot subject….i love the fire on teh end it makes me want to light things on fire…and watch them burn into oblivion…too bad i’d pry hurt myself first….i think that a torch would be an amazing gift for a pyro….i think i shall have a torch someday…and it shall burn brightly for teh one i love…to guide him home and light the way into my heart…i hope that he will carry teh same torch for me as i do him…
it is a guiding light when all others have gone out. in the tarot, on the hermit card, it represents personal knowledge or vision to see how to get to the next step or where that next step is located. it keeps you on your path. i have found it very important in life to follow your own torch and make sure that the fire is lit, less you get lost along the way.
torch is auseful device. i use torch at night. it halps my grandmother a lot at night. Torch was also useful in cleaning ears. i have clicked pictures in torch light and the results were not good. still i like to use torch. torch with green color looks the best. torch with led light is more useful than others functioning. torch should also come with rechargable batteries. that might prove to be of big help.
The torch burned bright for those lost the men returned to the village their spirits high again they have defended the borderlands many men had fallen more boys than they were men their blood flooding the plains the bones trodden in to the soil forever a part of their home fertilizing the land that they fought valiantly to protect the torch burns for them.
The light was burning my eyes – I was left blind for the first few minutes. Why did I ever agree to this? I had flashbacks of France, when I went looking for my little torchon
a flame. alit. a run expanded. a passion engulfed.
She is my torch.
She’s been gone only a few hours,
and my life is full of darkness.
It’s unhealthy.
I need my own torch,
I can’t borrow one for my whole life.
But what if I’m her torch?
The torch was the light for all the people as darkness fell. It’s fire was tremendous, leaving people with warmth when the sun left to come back another day.
why burn so poor and lonely? we’ll be torches together, hand in hand. torches for destruction but also for hope. blazing into the darkness and championing the light.
Torch me into oblivion. Or lift the walls with the torch lights. Be it light, be it fire, you wont freakin last. yeah. oblivion is where you wanna be, where limbo is.
torch. giving the light while looking for lost memories. i have failed to recognize the power of the mind while i was walking in the shadows. but then the torch has found me.lighted up the forest around me and I could finally see. I had the memories I had them all along …
the flicker of hope now distinguished by a damp gust of wind, sharp as an icy smack to my face
burning flame…to end something that is unwanted.
across the lake there burned a single light, flickering, reflected in the glassy water… a tribute
i already got torch i told you about how when i love my heart burns with an unquenchable thirst that is longing for someone to love me and take care of me and to hold me
the torch. newspaper. light source. light in the dark and beacon of hope. we’ll be torches; torches together, hand in hand. grab a stick, a rag, and some gasoline. i’ve got the match if you’ve got the tools. let’s start a riot and change the world.
A sleepy haze of time, I cannot tell now from not-now, dreams from touch. I need light, hold up the torch my love. We will bear the heat for the light.
I wanted to find my way out of the cave, but my torch run out of batteries. How could I be that stupid? How was I supposed to find the exit? I was about to give up, when I saw her. It must have been a dream, because when I woke up I was told that there was no one in the cave with me. But she was there.
We’ll like torches together with whatever respect our tattered dignity demands. We’ll be like torches, hand in hand. Why pluck one string? What good is just one note? One string sounds fine I guess but we were once one note. We weren’t lonely we were quietly ground into grain, one slight momentary pain so why this safe distance, this curious look, why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?
fire heat liht dark flame batteries olympics wilderness hope
a flame glowing in the hearts and minds of all people. A torch for freedom and for love. The torch in the hand of the statue of LIberty sitting in NY Harbor.
the fire that illuminates the word can also burn the world to ashes. light cannot exist without shadow. fire cannot exist without air. we cannot exist without each other. we all have a right to exist.
I torched all my memories.
Hung them out to dry.
The fire’s in my eyes.
I wash away my senses.
I taste God.
the Olympic torch is such an amazing thing. being passed around to hundreds of people, never left alone. its like they’re passing around spirit, and joy. the Olympics in Vancouver brought that to the people who live here. our city, my city. ive never felt so connected as a community, it was the best feeling i have ever had.
Her fingers itched from the heat of the torch. It had a strange beauty to it, with the flames curling and sputtering in the rainy dusk.
She stared into it for awhile longer, contemplating something that she will never speak of, before throwing it onto her husband’s pyre.
He set flame to my heart like a torch, burning brightly and illuminating the darkness within. Somehow it seemed like he was meant to bring me into the light, to show me the way out of my self-imposed solitude. I had hoped that I could at least have tried to trust him to do so, but I was wrong.
Hell, heiß
brenne kleines Feuer
tanz, sping
versenkte alles kleines Feuer
Tightening his grip on the dim torch, the boy was glad to have some source of light, however dull it may have been. An owl hooted directly above him and the boy jumped with fright. This was not the place he would’ve liked to have been after dark, but unfortunate circumstances had given him no alternative than to enter the very place his parents had ominously warned never to go: the Forbidden Forest.
If I could torch all of the computers I own, I would.. why? because of the loss of time in my method. Perhaps the AppleII was the last computer that I know of that I would want to work and develop on, because It didn’t require updates. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to write destroy all updates on paper and torch that either, no, I just don’t want to work on a computer that needs them. This message is typed by a torched user.
The torch got passed on from my father, blazing warmly in my brother’s hand. How I envied that hand. I wanted that warmth. I wanted to be the one who had that torched burning his hand-burn it alive even. I don’t care, I was supposed to be the enhiritor of all the problems. All that responsiblilty.
i was walking in the dark and i couldn’t see a thing then i decided it would be good ideas to get a torch so i walked into the nearest warehouse and a paid 20 dollars for one what a rip off i thought torches shouldn’t be so expensive… but anyway i went back outside and all of a sudden it was light… i carried on walking i didn’t need a torch any more how had it gotten so light in the space of such a short time then i thought maybe it wasn’t a short time maybe i had been in there for days like when you see people on the movies and they get stuck in those labyrinth things am i lost in time?
the torch burn fiercely and it tried to find a way for release. it desperately needed to calm down, slow down. it couldn’t help itself. it burned with a fierce hot light.