My heart is like a torch of fire, it shines brightly everyday hoping for a new adventure, love, and lesson. I think you could call me a dreamer because my torch glows far brighter than anybody else’s that I have ever seen… but what if it suddenly dies?
flaming hot in my hands. at the top an orange glimmer tickles the sky. I wave it in front of me, attempting to light up the darkness. Dispel the haziness. brighten and illuminate the night.
Torches light the way in the dark. They show you where everything is. They are an invaluable tool.
But torches can be used for evil too. You can ‘torch’ something; set it on fire.
he held the torch up close to his face until his eyes burned. his frustration grew as hw attempted the feat again. he heard the back door close lightly and quickly pulled the cone away from his face, sticking it back in the ground. She came and sat next to him, keeping her eyes on the boiling pot to the side of the torch. Blood rushed to his face, similarly to the sting of the torch in his face not seconds ago. She said nothing. He couldn’t decide if he preferred her silence to the normal optimistic chatter. It wasn’t unsettling that she had no words for him, what could she say? He could feel her whole presence had changed. She broke eye contact with the bubbling frothy surface of the cauldron and turned to him, her face turned towards the charred ground. “I’m not sure what to say,” she said with a weak cheery inflection. “I want to say it was nobody’s fault, I really do. But I can’t help feeling that, in some way our inaction is just as damning, you know?” He did.
light it…then carry it. please carry it. light another with my flame. use it to heal..use it to empower. please carry a torch for me. just don’t burn me with it.
I want to torch my memories
I want his face to leave
It’s etched into my brain
His smile
His laugh
His touch
His eyes
They won’t go away
When I close my eyes
instead of dark I see his face
Instead of dreaming I relive that night
torches are a perfect inspiration.
solitary.
a source of light, life, power, hope and love.
never underestimate the power it holds, for if you do, you will be shunned.
The torch I hold for you is waning. The flame I thought would burn forever is getting less hot day by day. The sizzling I once heard constantly is now a crackle every now and again and it’s annoying…like you. I’m putting this torch down. It’s gotten heavy and burdensome.
The sunlight bore down on the chosen one. He was strong, he was powerful, but yet something so simple as heat was beginning to take its toll. The faint light of his torch was nothing compared to the blistering sunlight, yet if the torch blew out disgrace would be the least of his worries.
What? Don’t think? How could I not think about this torch? This torch thats constantly burning in my mind. This torch of despair. This torch that lights the way through the mind of myself an everyone else. This torch that burns it’s way throughout every song I write, every song you write and every song anyone’s ever written.
The flame grew, as the torch was pushed. She held it in her hand, like a small child, caressing it, encouraging it to keep growing. The torch was her one friend. The one thing she could influence. It was there for her whenever she was down. It was the only thing she could keep forever.
torch makes me th lighters, you know the kind you get for free with a carton and take the piece out so the flame is giant and you use it to smoke crack. or like liberty and freedom, but crack is cooler.
I lit the fire and it burned. It burned for days and just wouldn’t stop. No matter how hard I tried to extinguish it, it wouldn’t go out. Water, spit, air, nothing would stop it. I watched it with sad eyes. Thinking about all those times when something was on fire and needed to be put out. Needed to be extinguished.
The torch blazed brightly as the artist set himself at his station. Making the necessary adjustments, he went to work. Busily and skillfully creating one masterpiece after another, until he had no room left for the extraordinary and was stuck with the mundane.
I looked across the lunch table and I didn’t know how to act. Who was this person? What should I say? He looks at me weirdly when I talk about torches and stuff. Maybe I should tone down the strangeness some. Maybe he can be my friend.
I have carried one
For twenty seven years
I have no idea where the fuel comes from
To keep it burning
Why your name is now etched in the palm of my hand
Where I have clutched this torch
But I do know that it gives
A beautiful
Light.
fire and flames. dark and dangerous. crying for help. somewhere deep and dark. theres one way out of it. a light of magic. joy and happiness, hopeful in many ways. cheerful and loud(:
Fire. The torch guttered against the wind. He reached up and took it down, blowing it out as he did so. It reminded him too much of her. Burned so fast, and then she was gone.
I lit the torch and carried it. He followed me and continuously made little noises indicating that he knew that he should be the one carrying it. He didn’t wasnt me to get hurt, but I could help but give him a hard time. When we finally got there he rushed ahead and instructed me to stay back. I knew my fun was over and I handed it over. He walked ahead and I hear nothing.
Torch songs are among my favorites. They are easily singable–at least in the shower! And the lyrics are always gripping. I like some of the modern day singers in that style–Linda Eder and Melissa Errico come to mind.
My head burns. A fiery inferno. A red torch. I have been called a ginger often and always learned to be afraid of it. To hate it, but now I love it. Because it truly reflects my passion. My fire. A torch, to be passed on to my kids. <3
It’s like fire. It’s hot. It remind me of death and destruction. Anything it touches will be turned to flames. Torches are bad, but they are light. The light at the end of the tunnel. So, I leave it to you, are they fire or ice?
It flared up in the darkness, tearing into the air supply. She held it away from her face, afraid that the flame would leap to her too. The torch clattered to the ground in her carelessness, and it extinguished.
a sorrowful woman singin a song that breaks your heart to the ground. so beautiful in its sadness. a torch burning orange in the night lighting your way through ancient darkness. coming through the woods if you are being hunted torchin’ things you want to burn…
Torch.
Torch the memories,
watch them burn,
watch them ash.
Maybe, just now,
it’ll stop the pain.
Torch.
Get rid of the hurt
and the memories
and the love
and all the things we said would stay.
I guess not,
so let’s torch this baby to the ground.
I walked down the passageway, the torch illuminating my steps in the cold damp room. I could barely see, but I knew I had to keep going; I had a promise to fufill.
My heart is like a torch of fire, it shines brightly everyday hoping for a new adventure, love, and lesson. I think you could call me a dreamer because my torch glows far brighter than anybody else’s that I have ever seen… but what if it suddenly dies?
I just typed a bunch of stuff about this word, but them my computer decided to be stupid and hit the back button…
flaming hot in my hands. at the top an orange glimmer tickles the sky. I wave it in front of me, attempting to light up the darkness. Dispel the haziness. brighten and illuminate the night.
The city was torched by the angry mob who wanted to overthrow the Queen. Her political rulings were inconsiderate and ingnorant.
Torches light the way in the dark. They show you where everything is. They are an invaluable tool.
But torches can be used for evil too. You can ‘torch’ something; set it on fire.
he held the torch up close to his face until his eyes burned. his frustration grew as hw attempted the feat again. he heard the back door close lightly and quickly pulled the cone away from his face, sticking it back in the ground. She came and sat next to him, keeping her eyes on the boiling pot to the side of the torch. Blood rushed to his face, similarly to the sting of the torch in his face not seconds ago. She said nothing. He couldn’t decide if he preferred her silence to the normal optimistic chatter. It wasn’t unsettling that she had no words for him, what could she say? He could feel her whole presence had changed. She broke eye contact with the bubbling frothy surface of the cauldron and turned to him, her face turned towards the charred ground. “I’m not sure what to say,” she said with a weak cheery inflection. “I want to say it was nobody’s fault, I really do. But I can’t help feeling that, in some way our inaction is just as damning, you know?” He did.
The flames. …Okay, how the hell am I supposed to write anything in only one minute?
light it…then carry it. please carry it. light another with my flame. use it to heal..use it to empower. please carry a torch for me. just don’t burn me with it.
I want to torch my memories
I want his face to leave
It’s etched into my brain
His smile
His laugh
His touch
His eyes
They won’t go away
When I close my eyes
instead of dark I see his face
Instead of dreaming I relive that night
torches are a perfect inspiration.
solitary.
a source of light, life, power, hope and love.
never underestimate the power it holds, for if you do, you will be shunned.
torch my soul with your withering stare.
I die inside a little more.
The torch I hold for you is waning. The flame I thought would burn forever is getting less hot day by day. The sizzling I once heard constantly is now a crackle every now and again and it’s annoying…like you. I’m putting this torch down. It’s gotten heavy and burdensome.
The sunlight bore down on the chosen one. He was strong, he was powerful, but yet something so simple as heat was beginning to take its toll. The faint light of his torch was nothing compared to the blistering sunlight, yet if the torch blew out disgrace would be the least of his worries.
What? Don’t think? How could I not think about this torch? This torch thats constantly burning in my mind. This torch of despair. This torch that lights the way through the mind of myself an everyone else. This torch that burns it’s way throughout every song I write, every song you write and every song anyone’s ever written.
they torched the building, thinking they’d never get caught, but they didn’t know Rachel was in the barn, watching them
one day i saw a torch and it was a very magical torch it had the power to change into a person
The flame grew, as the torch was pushed. She held it in her hand, like a small child, caressing it, encouraging it to keep growing. The torch was her one friend. The one thing she could influence. It was there for her whenever she was down. It was the only thing she could keep forever.
A blemish on the seed. It’s unsightly and probably poison. Torch the whole tree then, and if it survives let it grow back.
torch makes me th lighters, you know the kind you get for free with a carton and take the piece out so the flame is giant and you use it to smoke crack. or like liberty and freedom, but crack is cooler.
I lit the fire and it burned. It burned for days and just wouldn’t stop. No matter how hard I tried to extinguish it, it wouldn’t go out. Water, spit, air, nothing would stop it. I watched it with sad eyes. Thinking about all those times when something was on fire and needed to be put out. Needed to be extinguished.
People have learned to use torches since the ancient time when they lived in caves. I
The torch blazed brightly as the artist set himself at his station. Making the necessary adjustments, he went to work. Busily and skillfully creating one masterpiece after another, until he had no room left for the extraordinary and was stuck with the mundane.
I looked across the lunch table and I didn’t know how to act. Who was this person? What should I say? He looks at me weirdly when I talk about torches and stuff. Maybe I should tone down the strangeness some. Maybe he can be my friend.
I have carried one
For twenty seven years
I have no idea where the fuel comes from
To keep it burning
Why your name is now etched in the palm of my hand
Where I have clutched this torch
But I do know that it gives
A beautiful
Light.
fire and flames. dark and dangerous. crying for help. somewhere deep and dark. theres one way out of it. a light of magic. joy and happiness, hopeful in many ways. cheerful and loud(:
Fire. The torch guttered against the wind. He reached up and took it down, blowing it out as he did so. It reminded him too much of her. Burned so fast, and then she was gone.
A torch is something to be carried, protected, balanced, and kept safe. In return a torch lights the way. A synonym for a beacon
you can use it to beat someone, and if lit up it can be very useful to see in the dark.
I lit the torch and carried it. He followed me and continuously made little noises indicating that he knew that he should be the one carrying it. He didn’t wasnt me to get hurt, but I could help but give him a hard time. When we finally got there he rushed ahead and instructed me to stay back. I knew my fun was over and I handed it over. He walked ahead and I hear nothing.
Torch songs are among my favorites. They are easily singable–at least in the shower! And the lyrics are always gripping. I like some of the modern day singers in that style–Linda Eder and Melissa Errico come to mind.
torch thecandle, torch your house, torch the world. trc your soul with life, fucking life sucks, torch it. ok hat its
My head burns. A fiery inferno. A red torch. I have been called a ginger often and always learned to be afraid of it. To hate it, but now I love it. Because it truly reflects my passion. My fire. A torch, to be passed on to my kids. <3
It’s like fire. It’s hot. It remind me of death and destruction. Anything it touches will be turned to flames. Torches are bad, but they are light. The light at the end of the tunnel. So, I leave it to you, are they fire or ice?
the liter lit up like a torch and ignited the bowl of marijuana. I inhaled it and let out a deep breathe. Everything seemed much more managable
It flared up in the darkness, tearing into the air supply. She held it away from her face, afraid that the flame would leap to her too. The torch clattered to the ground in her carelessness, and it extinguished.
Burning bright the torch light
Flickering in the wind
Don’t let your spark fade
In the starry night
Burning bright your eyes
Glowing behind lashes
Don’t let your spark fade
Don’t listen to their lies
Burning bright the world
Peaceful in the dark
Don’t let the music fade
Take care of her heart
survivor, trees, sand, camping, squrls, sunshine, wild anilmals, bugs, hotness, warmth,
a sorrowful woman singin a song that breaks your heart to the ground. so beautiful in its sadness. a torch burning orange in the night lighting your way through ancient darkness. coming through the woods if you are being hunted torchin’ things you want to burn…
Torch.
Torch the memories,
watch them burn,
watch them ash.
Maybe, just now,
it’ll stop the pain.
Torch.
Get rid of the hurt
and the memories
and the love
and all the things we said would stay.
I guess not,
so let’s torch this baby to the ground.
fire flame high money love passion earnest time life
I walked down the passageway, the torch illuminating my steps in the cold damp room. I could barely see, but I knew I had to keep going; I had a promise to fufill.