Fire burning all around. I feel I’m deaf but for the sound. Silence dancing in the flames. I feel that you should take the reigns, and lead me on, away from here, but courage feigns, and I do fear. Oh faint of heart, your words like steel, to pierce the heart, my soul to steal.
I’d give anything to see you go out the way I’d like to – in a blaze of glory, a blaze of flame, tongue spurting upward as you went from red and blue to black and gold and silver – charred ashes hanging in the wind, floating across a plane that recalled your existence to my failing memory.
I’d give anything to see you become who I’d like to be, and maybe one day the person I’ll have a shot at becoming, but for now we’ll rest and wait – I’m not yet who you’d have wanted me to be.
The fire blazes on the mountian tops filling our eyes with smoke and a stinging sensation. The colors are bright and blaze in our eyes. But soon our mountians will be destroyed and will be barren.
the room was a blaze. i had no where to turn. i could feel the heat on my face as my makeup started to melt, on my bare arms. i wasnt sure if i would make it out. the party had started beautifully but now i was here, trying to fight my way out
Light trickling past my fingertips, breathing in my air and breathing out its poison. Thick, white, pollution exuding from its golden lips. I try to keep my own closed, try not to let it in. But slowly, oh so slowly, it creeps and crawls and pushes its way through that facial cavity.
Your face is in my mind
and for once these words feel right
and your face is in the time
that we wished we would memorize
and the face, turns the paint
on the walls, darkl and grey
and your face
is a blaze in the model of our days
It is hot, the sun beats down a blaze of fire on my dry skin. Sweat pools to the surface in an effort to quench the burn. Sunscreen, an after thought left at home. OW!
I miss the blaze of your eyes at the sight of me. The light of our candle is down to a mere flicker. And I sit here and despair over the loss of my love.
Der Blazer saß perfekt. Trotzdem fühlte ich mich eingesperrt. Eingesperrt nicht nur, weil ich die Arme und Schultern nicht so bewegen konnte, wie ich es gewohnt war, sondern auch, weil ich dieses Kleidungsstück übergezogen hatte wie eine Haut, die nicht meine ist. Ich schaute aus fremden Augen in eine fremde Welt, die mich wiederum befremdet ansah.
Set your dreams on fire and then fight to keep them alive with all your being. If you fail, the burns on your hand will remind you how hard you tried and the ambition in your eyes will remind you to try and try again.
blazing helps you temporarily forget your problems. it keeps you calm, almost happy. your worries being to melt away as you sink into a state of serenity.
I watched the match go up in a small blaze before the night ahead of me. The roof was cold, but something forced me out of my window and into the chilly air. I threw it towards the ground, and it sizzled out before hitting the concrete. Like so many others, it wasn’t strong enough to withhold the terror of flight. I wouldn’t be like them; I would make it, blasting full force with the heat of a million miniscule fires upon match-heads.
the fire was hot and red and black and ate all the trees like a starving child. the animals barraged out of the forest like a tidal wave, the sky was the same shade as the charred trees. the river dried and shriveled into a long ditch of dirt.
I didn’t smoke, and hadn’t smoked since those hazy nights in college were mere memories. But I couldn’t refuse. She’d been so good to me. And I liked being around her. Was she the remedy to a broken heart?
The forest fire came on a July night. The blaze was a ragged, rusty, bleeding cut in the sky, a child’s knee after being scraped, the sweet cut of summer grass, the howls of his friends running ahead of him. He has stumbled, he has been left behind.
You’re holding me now. Bare bodied. My heart’s now a blaze. Like the cigarette in my hand. Your breathing is soft, comforting. Like rain pattering my bedroom window at night while the spring’s tulips bloom and blossom.
I will blaze through my chores so I can sit and ponder
my realities of life. Are they real? I suppose not, as I often
blow things out of proportion and paint with gray colors.
i was running through the forest as i saw the sun blazing in the sky. it was beautiful. a sign of peace and freedom i thought. however, i wasn’t really free. i was being chased by guilt. guilt had chained me up. i felt as if i could not breathe, all i could do was run.
Blazing fire. Blazing love. Blinding, shining, burning bright. Unstoppable, uncontrollable. Awesome blazing. The love of God blazing in our hearts. The light of God blazing through the earth.
The grassland was a blaze with fire. The smoke curling around the only tree in sight. It spread quickly, faster than anything that I have ever seen, almost as if someone was pouring the fire across the land.
The blaze upon my home continued to spread. I could hear the screams of terror from my outside position. As I walk away from my land, the screams ring throughout my ears like a never ending string of memories that are constantly haunting me. For I have set fire to my family.
Blaze, a phoenix rises from the ashes. It burns, hot to touch, smoldering everything around it. Brighter than the sun, flying up, and closer to where it came from. Then, like Icarus, it falls to the ground, ashes to ashes.
spreading fire, mighty highs and reaching higher, im sitting on this ground floor, placing brick next to brick building this twenty year old empire. blazed, destine to rise
What people in school talk about. They all get high after school while I am actually doing something good for myself. I don’t know why’d they would ruin their life with that.
the blazing fire on that fine summer night represented all happiness. to sit around the fire, eating countless marshmallows and talking with the best friends a girl could ask for- that was the ideal summer night that none of us could ever forget.
I torched all the newspapers just to watch the blaze. Then I set fire to the air after spraying it with hairspray. After that I set fire to the house and watched it burn to the ground. When I woke up, my furnace was on full blast and the word ‘parched’ couldn’t begin to express my thirst.
my old dog
Fire burning all around. I feel I’m deaf but for the sound. Silence dancing in the flames. I feel that you should take the reigns, and lead me on, away from here, but courage feigns, and I do fear. Oh faint of heart, your words like steel, to pierce the heart, my soul to steal.
A tree..
Another tree.
A towering monument to Earth’s songs.
Life.
Green life.
That breathes.
But as the blaze opens upwards, its breaths are black.
The life melts away,
And there is only ashen death of the wildfire.
I’d give anything to see you go out the way I’d like to – in a blaze of glory, a blaze of flame, tongue spurting upward as you went from red and blue to black and gold and silver – charred ashes hanging in the wind, floating across a plane that recalled your existence to my failing memory.
I’d give anything to see you become who I’d like to be, and maybe one day the person I’ll have a shot at becoming, but for now we’ll rest and wait – I’m not yet who you’d have wanted me to be.
The fire blazes on the mountian tops filling our eyes with smoke and a stinging sensation. The colors are bright and blaze in our eyes. But soon our mountians will be destroyed and will be barren.
the room was a blaze. i had no where to turn. i could feel the heat on my face as my makeup started to melt, on my bare arms. i wasnt sure if i would make it out. the party had started beautifully but now i was here, trying to fight my way out
Light trickling past my fingertips, breathing in my air and breathing out its poison. Thick, white, pollution exuding from its golden lips. I try to keep my own closed, try not to let it in. But slowly, oh so slowly, it creeps and crawls and pushes its way through that facial cavity.
Blazing down man. How much time have I wasted doing just that? How many times has my blaze of glory been substituted for the glow of a lighter?
Your face is in my mind
and for once these words feel right
and your face is in the time
that we wished we would memorize
and the face, turns the paint
on the walls, darkl and grey
and your face
is a blaze in the model of our days
In a blaze of heat. He blazed a trail. Blaze, an odd but increasingly popular boy name. A blaze of fire. You could die from that.
It is hot, the sun beats down a blaze of fire on my dry skin. Sweat pools to the surface in an effort to quench the burn. Sunscreen, an after thought left at home. OW!
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I miss the blaze of your eyes at the sight of me. The light of our candle is down to a mere flicker. And I sit here and despair over the loss of my love.
Der Blazer saß perfekt. Trotzdem fühlte ich mich eingesperrt. Eingesperrt nicht nur, weil ich die Arme und Schultern nicht so bewegen konnte, wie ich es gewohnt war, sondern auch, weil ich dieses Kleidungsstück übergezogen hatte wie eine Haut, die nicht meine ist. Ich schaute aus fremden Augen in eine fremde Welt, die mich wiederum befremdet ansah.
Set your dreams on fire and then fight to keep them alive with all your being. If you fail, the burns on your hand will remind you how hard you tried and the ambition in your eyes will remind you to try and try again.
Elijah soaked the altar and closed his eyes, confident in God’s blazing power.
the blazing sun hung over the clear road as we set out in the early morning, still half-asleep, but giddy with anticipation.
blazing helps you temporarily forget your problems. it keeps you calm, almost happy. your worries being to melt away as you sink into a state of serenity.
I watched the match go up in a small blaze before the night ahead of me. The roof was cold, but something forced me out of my window and into the chilly air. I threw it towards the ground, and it sizzled out before hitting the concrete. Like so many others, it wasn’t strong enough to withhold the terror of flight. I wouldn’t be like them; I would make it, blasting full force with the heat of a million miniscule fires upon match-heads.
the fire was hot and red and black and ate all the trees like a starving child. the animals barraged out of the forest like a tidal wave, the sky was the same shade as the charred trees. the river dried and shriveled into a long ditch of dirt.
i want to step out into the light
a blaze of glory
a vision of beauty
all eyes on me
i need to stop watching wedding shows.
the fire. the sun. the heat. shining. glistening. glowing. burning. flames. bright. red. orange.
the blue garment lay discarded on the classroom floor. it was too hot.
I didn’t smoke, and hadn’t smoked since those hazy nights in college were mere memories. But I couldn’t refuse. She’d been so good to me. And I liked being around her. Was she the remedy to a broken heart?
The forest fire came on a July night. The blaze was a ragged, rusty, bleeding cut in the sky, a child’s knee after being scraped, the sweet cut of summer grass, the howls of his friends running ahead of him. He has stumbled, he has been left behind.
You’re holding me now. Bare bodied. My heart’s now a blaze. Like the cigarette in my hand. Your breathing is soft, comforting. Like rain pattering my bedroom window at night while the spring’s tulips bloom and blossom.
The blaze of haze left him in the maze.
I will blaze through my chores so I can sit and ponder
my realities of life. Are they real? I suppose not, as I often
blow things out of proportion and paint with gray colors.
lets get blazed you say? why i say? why? to experience something new you say?
The blaze from the fire is so high. The blaze could be seen for miles. Why did this happen? How did this happen? The blaze was roaring.
Blaz is lightining
Blaze is electicity
Blaze is a car
Blaze is a saw
Blaze is …..
BLAZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i was running through the forest as i saw the sun blazing in the sky. it was beautiful. a sign of peace and freedom i thought. however, i wasn’t really free. i was being chased by guilt. guilt had chained me up. i felt as if i could not breathe, all i could do was run.
Blazing fire. Blazing love. Blinding, shining, burning bright. Unstoppable, uncontrollable. Awesome blazing. The love of God blazing in our hearts. The light of God blazing through the earth.
The grassland was a blaze with fire. The smoke curling around the only tree in sight. It spread quickly, faster than anything that I have ever seen, almost as if someone was pouring the fire across the land.
The blaze upon my home continued to spread. I could hear the screams of terror from my outside position. As I walk away from my land, the screams ring throughout my ears like a never ending string of memories that are constantly haunting me. For I have set fire to my family.
Blaze, a phoenix rises from the ashes. It burns, hot to touch, smoldering everything around it. Brighter than the sun, flying up, and closer to where it came from. Then, like Icarus, it falls to the ground, ashes to ashes.
spreading fire, mighty highs and reaching higher, im sitting on this ground floor, placing brick next to brick building this twenty year old empire. blazed, destine to rise
What people in school talk about. They all get high after school while I am actually doing something good for myself. I don’t know why’d they would ruin their life with that.
I awoke to a blaze of fire. The smoke stung my eyes, and I squinted against the bright glow. I coughed and sputtered. Why wasn’t I running?
the blazing fire on that fine summer night represented all happiness. to sit around the fire, eating countless marshmallows and talking with the best friends a girl could ask for- that was the ideal summer night that none of us could ever forget.
I torched all the newspapers just to watch the blaze. Then I set fire to the air after spraying it with hairspray. After that I set fire to the house and watched it burn to the ground. When I woke up, my furnace was on full blast and the word ‘parched’ couldn’t begin to express my thirst.