Miran’s fingers curled around the torch. Shaking a little, she peered around the corner and pressed the switch. She yelped. Upon realizing it was only a spider web and the crisscross shadows meant no harm, she giggled to herself and trudged down the hall more confidentley. The creeking of the floor sent her heart racing again almost immediatley. She kept telling herself, “What a silly girl I am…”
the flame is burning. the torch is lit. my eyes are on fire as i watch the time float by like clouds in the lazy sky. i wish i knew what to say to you, but i can’t get the words out. my mouth is burning, burning like a torch. please light me on fire again tonight because i need somebody to live for, someone to light me like a torch.
once upon a time there was a man. this man had a torch. his torch was blue, yet he always dreamed of having a gold torch. he loved torches. so he lit his torch and went to a party. he fell in love with the statue of liberty and had baby torches.
Torch. Burning bright. Illuminating things. Like passion. Passion… Somebody actually wants me. I just had my first fucking kiss. He said he loves me. How can I love him if I only
met him two weeks ago? How can he love me? We’ll see… But no doubt, love exists…
‘LittIe little light, come over here’ said the bigger, brighter light. And, like a shy child, the little light began to shine. Ofcourse, the closer it came to the big light the dimmer it seemed…
there was that boy with the a lamp and an unlit torch but there was no fire so he stayed in the darkness. but then a star fell down and with its dying breath, lit the torch into a bright searing flame
red flames and a dark campfire and music and things that we dont know and love and people and lovers and marshmallows and camping and darkness and beaches and mystery and caves and sadness and hearts drifting and people who don’t know what they’re doing, and people who need light, and electricity, and sustainability and all the things we don’t see because we don’t know .
I walked through the dark corridor. I saw nothing, I heard nothing. Then, suddenly, there you were. You were my everything at that time, my torch, and nothing less, nothing more.
The anger set in me was nothing like I had ever felt. The feeling of betrayed…it made me want to torch the place. Watch it light up like a christmas tree and explode faster than a plane that hits the ground at 300mph.
flaming, bright, strong, monumental, everlasting, in spirit of some event (cancer walk, etc) Olympics, wooden, metal, run with it, burn, exile, shame, distance a person,
Scot’s car broke down in the middle of nowhere and he did not have a torch. He got out of his sleek red sports car and looked around. It was pitch black. He thought of walking to the nearest pub but that was a mile away. Suddenly there was a flash of light as van swung into view.
Torch, light, candle, glimmer, dimming. No wait! I am going to get dressed, run out into the streets and find myself a new idea! A new persona! A new… hat! oh, wait… do I have to work today? Ahh well, what to do when my enthusiasm runs amuck.
As the burning desire to take over the room heightens, the waves of emotion run wild, flickering ever so slightly, almost to second-guess the decision. The goal is clear.
growing up on a farm has it’s benefits, she thought dryly as she watched her friends stumble through the camp grounds like idiots, at least i know how to handle a TORCH…
if you torch a hand it will burn. don’t light your head on fire. you might lose your mind. whats in a mind? hope? pride? dignity? i am so jealous. why? because i am not perfect. cluttered. i want to torch my clutter. torch. lets torch this paragraph. please do not
Illuminating one’s life would not necessarily mean becoming the torch in their dark times. It could be, you could be the dark one that would push one towards the path of the light.
this is the same word as yesterday. it’s super annoying that they would put the same word up twice. but oh well. maybe i’ll try back again later to see if they changed it. it’d be better if it was a different word every time you signed in. …. that’s all i got.
im forced to torch again. like michael jordan all over again. but im really a lakers fan. let the liquor tell it i was torched like a bonefire . why am i so aggie? am i not the 12th man?
i past the torch to scott storch off the porch get stark or torched. im forced to divorce by a secret source. of information. forget that i was wasted the other night at central station. 1 nation under god. in liberty and trust. seeing that lady of America pass that torch is a definite must .
She watched as they carried the torches through washington square park. It was her graduation day, and all of a sudden, she was alone. No teachers, no classmates, little to fall back on. It was up to her to make something of her life now, to make it meaningful.
the torch was yellow orange red. the torch defined the space around us, a circle fuzzed out to night around us, the torch that was red orange yellow. the torch burned, I burned, we burned together watching the torch, you & I, waiting to touch.
its used when you are in the dark and need to find ur way or find something. i have a funny tale about a torch, so they make me laugh. usely found in a shed our a random draw. can be big or small. usually runs on batteries but can alos get solar oness. comes in all colours. i had a head one when i went travelling, ace for when i was reading on teh sleeper buses.
There is a place deep within a cave, where time began and time was lost. And ever present place near the beginning of time. Before man, before civilization. Still in this cave burned a torch. That which still burns today.
Burning bright in the cave, she held the most valuable thing she possessed. It flickered like a beating heart giving life to the darkness that laid before her.
God i love this word. I used to use it as an adjective for what I used to do to people on the track. I was pretty fly for a white guy out there. Yeah, I was scrawny, yeah, I had shaggy hair like a hippy, yeah, the rest of my team…we all looked like bums, but if you came up against GBS in a relay, we put the screws to your ass in a way that solidified our spot. You remembered us…cuz we torched you.
Burning hot desire. Stong fierce love that is not returned. Out of control passion with underlying hints of friendship. Love wanting to catch fire. I love him.
a torch is a magnificent illuminating invention, dating back centuries, the allegory of the cave , the fire is a central element of the story, a means of projection, of thoughforms without language, a way to decipher the universe through shaddow
The thing about a torch is that it symbolizes eternity.. which is ironic since once oxygen dissapears or the source disappears it is put out forever. To keep the tor
Light, brightness, bright, lighting, illuminate, colours, yellow, round, small, handle
Miran’s fingers curled around the torch. Shaking a little, she peered around the corner and pressed the switch. She yelped. Upon realizing it was only a spider web and the crisscross shadows meant no harm, she giggled to herself and trudged down the hall more confidentley. The creeking of the floor sent her heart racing again almost immediatley. She kept telling herself, “What a silly girl I am…”
Light of my life…you led me on when others would not come. End of the start and the start of the end…looping in luminescence…it is done.
Fire fire in the night,
simple candle, burning bright
guide my travels and mine sight
into the warmth of the world’s light.
the flame is burning. the torch is lit. my eyes are on fire as i watch the time float by like clouds in the lazy sky. i wish i knew what to say to you, but i can’t get the words out. my mouth is burning, burning like a torch. please light me on fire again tonight because i need somebody to live for, someone to light me like a torch.
once upon a time there was a man. this man had a torch. his torch was blue, yet he always dreamed of having a gold torch. he loved torches. so he lit his torch and went to a party. he fell in love with the statue of liberty and had baby torches.
Torch. Burning bright. Illuminating things. Like passion. Passion… Somebody actually wants me. I just had my first fucking kiss. He said he loves me. How can I love him if I only
met him two weeks ago? How can he love me? We’ll see… But no doubt, love exists…
‘LittIe little light, come over here’ said the bigger, brighter light. And, like a shy child, the little light began to shine. Ofcourse, the closer it came to the big light the dimmer it seemed…
I require at least one torch in every room, since the incompetent government has proven incapable of keeping the country’s electricity flowing.
there was that boy with the a lamp and an unlit torch but there was no fire so he stayed in the darkness. but then a star fell down and with its dying breath, lit the torch into a bright searing flame
red flames and a dark campfire and music and things that we dont know and love and people and lovers and marshmallows and camping and darkness and beaches and mystery and caves and sadness and hearts drifting and people who don’t know what they’re doing, and people who need light, and electricity, and sustainability and all the things we don’t see because we don’t know .
How I wanna have a torch to light my way and use it to choose the better option.
I walked through the dark corridor. I saw nothing, I heard nothing. Then, suddenly, there you were. You were my everything at that time, my torch, and nothing less, nothing more.
The anger set in me was nothing like I had ever felt. The feeling of betrayed…it made me want to torch the place. Watch it light up like a christmas tree and explode faster than a plane that hits the ground at 300mph.
flaming, bright, strong, monumental, everlasting, in spirit of some event (cancer walk, etc) Olympics, wooden, metal, run with it, burn, exile, shame, distance a person,
Scot’s car broke down in the middle of nowhere and he did not have a torch. He got out of his sleek red sports car and looked around. It was pitch black. He thought of walking to the nearest pub but that was a mile away. Suddenly there was a flash of light as van swung into view.
I will light a torch for you to find your way if you ever fear you will not know which path to take when coming home to me.
Torch rhymes with porch which rhymes with can I get another word to write about?
Torch, light, candle, glimmer, dimming. No wait! I am going to get dressed, run out into the streets and find myself a new idea! A new persona! A new… hat! oh, wait… do I have to work today? Ahh well, what to do when my enthusiasm runs amuck.
As the burning desire to take over the room heightens, the waves of emotion run wild, flickering ever so slightly, almost to second-guess the decision. The goal is clear.
growing up on a farm has it’s benefits, she thought dryly as she watched her friends stumble through the camp grounds like idiots, at least i know how to handle a TORCH…
if you torch a hand it will burn. don’t light your head on fire. you might lose your mind. whats in a mind? hope? pride? dignity? i am so jealous. why? because i am not perfect. cluttered. i want to torch my clutter. torch. lets torch this paragraph. please do not
Illuminating one’s life would not necessarily mean becoming the torch in their dark times. It could be, you could be the dark one that would push one towards the path of the light.
this is the same word as yesterday. it’s super annoying that they would put the same word up twice. but oh well. maybe i’ll try back again later to see if they changed it. it’d be better if it was a different word every time you signed in. …. that’s all i got.
im forced to torch again. like michael jordan all over again. but im really a lakers fan. let the liquor tell it i was torched like a bonefire . why am i so aggie? am i not the 12th man?
i past the torch to scott storch off the porch get stark or torched. im forced to divorce by a secret source. of information. forget that i was wasted the other night at central station. 1 nation under god. in liberty and trust. seeing that lady of America pass that torch is a definite must .
She watched as they carried the torches through washington square park. It was her graduation day, and all of a sudden, she was alone. No teachers, no classmates, little to fall back on. It was up to her to make something of her life now, to make it meaningful.
the torch was yellow orange red. the torch defined the space around us, a circle fuzzed out to night around us, the torch that was red orange yellow. the torch burned, I burned, we burned together watching the torch, you & I, waiting to touch.
Flame, heat, light, survival all emboied by a single thing.
its used when you are in the dark and need to find ur way or find something. i have a funny tale about a torch, so they make me laugh. usely found in a shed our a random draw. can be big or small. usually runs on batteries but can alos get solar oness. comes in all colours. i had a head one when i went travelling, ace for when i was reading on teh sleeper buses.
There is a place deep within a cave, where time began and time was lost. And ever present place near the beginning of time. Before man, before civilization. Still in this cave burned a torch. That which still burns today.
Burning bright in the cave, she held the most valuable thing she possessed. It flickered like a beating heart giving life to the darkness that laid before her.
3:19 4×4 in case you had to know.
The light touches my back and the heat scratches the skin. Beads of sweat trickle down and I lose all senses.
do we light it? do we put it out? do we carry it? what is the source?
find something worth…. lighting, carrying, and do not let it
burn out
God i love this word. I used to use it as an adjective for what I used to do to people on the track. I was pretty fly for a white guy out there. Yeah, I was scrawny, yeah, I had shaggy hair like a hippy, yeah, the rest of my team…we all looked like bums, but if you came up against GBS in a relay, we put the screws to your ass in a way that solidified our spot. You remembered us…cuz we torched you.
Burning hot desire. Stong fierce love that is not returned. Out of control passion with underlying hints of friendship. Love wanting to catch fire. I love him.
a torch is a magnificent illuminating invention, dating back centuries, the allegory of the cave , the fire is a central element of the story, a means of projection, of thoughforms without language, a way to decipher the universe through shaddow
poolside dining
barbecue
carry a torch
olympics
statue of liberty
I have a dream
Nero
fire
bonfire
The thing about a torch is that it symbolizes eternity.. which is ironic since once oxygen dissapears or the source disappears it is put out forever. To keep the tor