I lit the torch to light the path of the cave
I lit the torch to light the path of the life I have ahead of me
I lit the torch and beyond I saw what nobody could ever see
I lit the torch and saw the darker side of life
I lit the torch and on my way I went
I lit the torch and my head exploded with thought
I lit the torch to view
But when I lit that torch, there was nothing there.
I feel the burning inside me, like the flare of a torch. This anger hiding away. What have I become? I feel monstrous. Hurting the ones I actually care about. Loving the ones I don’t. I am disgusted with myself.
a guide. light, blinding a person, but opening their eyes to the future. A fiery end to an old building. A love, for someone, brief and bright, that gutters out naturally, but sadly.
torch. hm, sort of reminds me of her tumblr url.
doesn’t matter though. the only though that pervades my mind is him. he is the torch of my heart now. am i girl in love or a girl in lust? will i get hurt or will i be loved in return? oh why, oh why is this so hard.
She was prepared. She knew what she had to do—it was like a revelation had slapped her in the face. “I have to tell him the truth,” she whispered, running towards the door of his house. Upon throwing open the door, she yelled. “Sam! Sam!” Being that it was so late, she could only assume he was already in bed. Running up the stairs she rehearsed what she would tell him—she loved him, she was sorry, and she forgave him; maybe not that neatly, or even in that order, but those were the important points. Once more, she shouted his name right before throwing open his bedroom door. But, as her eyes adjusted to the dimly-lit room, she noticed another figure. A voluptuous woman, stood, naked, in his room. She was horrified—grief-struck. How could she? He began to get up, and explain, but it was no use. She wanted nothing to do with him. “If it is the last thing I do, I will torch this place, and along with it, you.” She ran from the house, tears streaming down her cherry-red cheeks.
Across the river the glow of the fire pierced the velvet blackness of night. The beacon was a godsend if not for it leading them directly into the rocky shore, oops.
INDIANA JONES LED THE WAY DOWN THE MURKY CORRIDORS. HIS COMPANION WAS SUSPICIOUS, NOT LONGER CERTAIN OF THE JOURNEY. THE TORCH WAS DIMMING ALREADY. SOON THEY WOULD BE LOST IN THE NEVER ENDING BLACKNESS. HE INCHED BACKWARDS, INDIANA CATCHING SIGHT OF THE MOVEMENT.
There is something about a torch. It’s a hopeful symbol. One that ignites visions of light and brighter pathways. We reach for it, knowing that it will guide us through the darkness safely and without any trouble. With a torch in our hand we can see whatever problems lie ahead of us and have time to react, forming a plan without blind panic clouding our judgments.
the torch for the Olympic games goes through a marathon before arriving to the stadium where the games are being held, from there the torch lights a bigger torch that is lit throughout the whole games.
If you dislike something
Just go and set it aflame
If something doesn’t set right
Burn it all just the same
If something is obnoxious
Torch it to it’s doom
Just try real hard not to get caught
And make sure no one’s in the room…
when i see a tourch then it reminds me of an ocean and it also reminds me of the shrek and the scenece in wich he is taken away or something. and in beaty in the beast where the beast is going to be killed
this torch’s flame ignites me. inside my soul, i’m roaring. uncontrollably. excitedly. undeniably. i love this feeling. this burning inside. will it ever end? i can only hope that, no. forever this will remain within me. forever ignited. forever.
Ill pass a torch to anyone whos willing to get burned.
A torch for all my fears and hopes and dreams.
When the torch goes out, so shall I.
When is a torch going to get passed to me?
Live your life like your torch is going out.
i see a torch at the end of this tunnel.
i just make my way through the dark,
believing i’ll reach it and hold it.
but how much longer does the tunnel last?
i have no idea.
the flame from within burning my soul bright with furry only showing to those who are worthy of its warmth those who choose to seek the deeper meaning within me and not take me for granted
the torch lit up offering the fact that it might not be to late it wasnt a full flame but it was the kindling spark that made her realize things might be alright it wasn’t that her behavior had changed and it wasn’t that she had noticed it there was something more to the little black chards that came falling off the wick or the melting of the wax between her fingers it just felt like something had hit a star and came back solely to let her know life might be on her side more than she thought
fire me up with lights so bright, that warms me so deep inside. fly up like the fantastic four would. burn, burn, here we are. soaring &creating together. so here’s to us, building heat and strength, here’s to you.
torchwood, eh? Ha, bloody good that does me, writing about torchwood. Burning, smoldering, I can smell the smoke. It does it’s job, lighting the way, down this eery hallway. How old is this place, anyway?
Set a torch to everything I once held dear. Flames burn and fire consumes; anger is not a pretty sight. Hold me accountable, ask me anything you like. Just don’t bother me with the question we both know I can never answer. All I ask is that you don’t make a liar out of me.
Flame, alight atop the pole. Bleeding light. exerting heat. Either electrical or flame worthy, for the more traditionalist. A beautiful reminder of mans triumphs with fire.
I don’t much feel about talking about what ‘torch’ really makes me think of. ‘Torch’ implies a longstanding romance….both active and inactive. There’s a lot of pain there. I loved him.
a torch is a device invented as a mobile light for the benefit of night light.Although we dont give itmuch importance but itz a very important thing in our life.torches are manudf
reminds me of house parties back when we were still friends and we would play badminton on the grass and laugh and make fun of the weird kid who my parents invited. reminds me of when I still sort of loved you, the fire lighting up my soul, flickering like the torches on the porch in my parents’ backyard.
i took a torch with me through the woods. Not wanting to lose my way in the darkness, I shone the torch in all directions, checking for spiders and other unwanted critters. What was lurking, I didn’t want to know. Sounds, strange sensations in my fingers as I brushed against unknown objects.
This reminds me of France, like torch singers. But also because the country is so old and at one time they used torches as light sources. It makes me think of light, fire and heat. I want to wear a striped shirt and beret and light a ciggie with my torch.
BLow torch, the blow torch is a mystical tool, much like my penis. The gods used to come down to earth once every 7000 years and do the up keeps on my penis. Want to jkoin the pen 15 club? haha, thats silly. Silly like my best friend billy. Hes actually not a person, hes a human. And by human i meant HUGE MAN!
I entered the cave very slowly as to not lose my footing. I inched along the wall with my hand feeling along for what I knew had to be there. Once my fingers touched cold brass, I slowly moved my hand to the handle and pulled the torch out of the bracket.
The torch had never gone out. He still wanted me, and I still wanted him. Too bad that never was the story twenty years ago. Still, the visits home were fun-filled and memorable. Travel can truly be redemptive!
I lit the torch to light the path of the cave
I lit the torch to light the path of the life I have ahead of me
I lit the torch and beyond I saw what nobody could ever see
I lit the torch and saw the darker side of life
I lit the torch and on my way I went
I lit the torch and my head exploded with thought
I lit the torch to view
But when I lit that torch, there was nothing there.
I feel the burning inside me, like the flare of a torch. This anger hiding away. What have I become? I feel monstrous. Hurting the ones I actually care about. Loving the ones I don’t. I am disgusted with myself.
a guide. light, blinding a person, but opening their eyes to the future. A fiery end to an old building. A love, for someone, brief and bright, that gutters out naturally, but sadly.
There it was. A source of protection, a source of safe-hood. Around this i felt warm, and warm was good. Here it was. Sitting. A torch.
torch. hm, sort of reminds me of her tumblr url.
doesn’t matter though. the only though that pervades my mind is him. he is the torch of my heart now. am i girl in love or a girl in lust? will i get hurt or will i be loved in return? oh why, oh why is this so hard.
She was prepared. She knew what she had to do—it was like a revelation had slapped her in the face. “I have to tell him the truth,” she whispered, running towards the door of his house. Upon throwing open the door, she yelled. “Sam! Sam!” Being that it was so late, she could only assume he was already in bed. Running up the stairs she rehearsed what she would tell him—she loved him, she was sorry, and she forgave him; maybe not that neatly, or even in that order, but those were the important points. Once more, she shouted his name right before throwing open his bedroom door. But, as her eyes adjusted to the dimly-lit room, she noticed another figure. A voluptuous woman, stood, naked, in his room. She was horrified—grief-struck. How could she? He began to get up, and explain, but it was no use. She wanted nothing to do with him. “If it is the last thing I do, I will torch this place, and along with it, you.” She ran from the house, tears streaming down her cherry-red cheeks.
Across the river the glow of the fire pierced the velvet blackness of night. The beacon was a godsend if not for it leading them directly into the rocky shore, oops.
fire
wood
renaissance
flame
castle
bonfire
knight
death
ash
I held his heart like a torch setting the night aflame.
INDIANA JONES LED THE WAY DOWN THE MURKY CORRIDORS. HIS COMPANION WAS SUSPICIOUS, NOT LONGER CERTAIN OF THE JOURNEY. THE TORCH WAS DIMMING ALREADY. SOON THEY WOULD BE LOST IN THE NEVER ENDING BLACKNESS. HE INCHED BACKWARDS, INDIANA CATCHING SIGHT OF THE MOVEMENT.
Torches burn bright at night. So many torches, torches for me. When are they going to end? Keep running.
There is something about a torch. It’s a hopeful symbol. One that ignites visions of light and brighter pathways. We reach for it, knowing that it will guide us through the darkness safely and without any trouble. With a torch in our hand we can see whatever problems lie ahead of us and have time to react, forming a plan without blind panic clouding our judgments.
the torch for the Olympic games goes through a marathon before arriving to the stadium where the games are being held, from there the torch lights a bigger torch that is lit throughout the whole games.
cave flood light smooch sky birds cummings ted hughs monroe rasin fire nightwalk
If you dislike something
Just go and set it aflame
If something doesn’t set right
Burn it all just the same
If something is obnoxious
Torch it to it’s doom
Just try real hard not to get caught
And make sure no one’s in the room…
when i see a tourch then it reminds me of an ocean and it also reminds me of the shrek and the scenece in wich he is taken away or something. and in beaty in the beast where the beast is going to be killed
this torch’s flame ignites me. inside my soul, i’m roaring. uncontrollably. excitedly. undeniably. i love this feeling. this burning inside. will it ever end? i can only hope that, no. forever this will remain within me. forever ignited. forever.
Ill pass a torch to anyone whos willing to get burned.
A torch for all my fears and hopes and dreams.
When the torch goes out, so shall I.
When is a torch going to get passed to me?
Live your life like your torch is going out.
i see a torch at the end of this tunnel.
i just make my way through the dark,
believing i’ll reach it and hold it.
but how much longer does the tunnel last?
i have no idea.
For one moment, you are God. The flames light you, the world aspires you. Just a few moments longer, but eventually it is clear. You have to pass it.
the flame from within burning my soul bright with furry only showing to those who are worthy of its warmth those who choose to seek the deeper meaning within me and not take me for granted
the torch lit up offering the fact that it might not be to late it wasnt a full flame but it was the kindling spark that made her realize things might be alright it wasn’t that her behavior had changed and it wasn’t that she had noticed it there was something more to the little black chards that came falling off the wick or the melting of the wax between her fingers it just felt like something had hit a star and came back solely to let her know life might be on her side more than she thought
light
flame
fire
blaze
stick
scorch
lighter
raze
burn
ablaze
tiki
wood
fuel
fire me up with lights so bright, that warms me so deep inside. fly up like the fantastic four would. burn, burn, here we are. soaring &creating together. so here’s to us, building heat and strength, here’s to you.
torchwood, eh? Ha, bloody good that does me, writing about torchwood. Burning, smoldering, I can smell the smoke. It does it’s job, lighting the way, down this eery hallway. How old is this place, anyway?
Set a torch to everything I once held dear. Flames burn and fire consumes; anger is not a pretty sight. Hold me accountable, ask me anything you like. Just don’t bother me with the question we both know I can never answer. All I ask is that you don’t make a liar out of me.
Flame, alight atop the pole. Bleeding light. exerting heat. Either electrical or flame worthy, for the more traditionalist. A beautiful reminder of mans triumphs with fire.
I don’t much feel about talking about what ‘torch’ really makes me think of. ‘Torch’ implies a longstanding romance….both active and inactive. There’s a lot of pain there. I loved him.
fires make me mad. tor
a torch is a device invented as a mobile light for the benefit of night light.Although we dont give itmuch importance but itz a very important thing in our life.torches are manudf
reminds me of house parties back when we were still friends and we would play badminton on the grass and laugh and make fun of the weird kid who my parents invited. reminds me of when I still sort of loved you, the fire lighting up my soul, flickering like the torches on the porch in my parents’ backyard.
A torch lights my soul; it’s what keeps me from quitting, from giving up. It won’t let me throw out my dreams.
i took a torch with me through the woods. Not wanting to lose my way in the darkness, I shone the torch in all directions, checking for spiders and other unwanted critters. What was lurking, I didn’t want to know. Sounds, strange sensations in my fingers as I brushed against unknown objects.
This reminds me of France, like torch singers. But also because the country is so old and at one time they used torches as light sources. It makes me think of light, fire and heat. I want to wear a striped shirt and beret and light a ciggie with my torch.
BLow torch, the blow torch is a mystical tool, much like my penis. The gods used to come down to earth once every 7000 years and do the up keeps on my penis. Want to jkoin the pen 15 club? haha, thats silly. Silly like my best friend billy. Hes actually not a person, hes a human. And by human i meant HUGE MAN!
flame guiding through a dark and moistly smelling hovel, at the shadowed back lies a small door and with a swish of the flame, the key is in the hole
i dont know what is it, but it sunds like was something zabout light! a
I entered the cave very slowly as to not lose my footing. I inched along the wall with my hand feeling along for what I knew had to be there. Once my fingers touched cold brass, I slowly moved my hand to the handle and pulled the torch out of the bracket.
i wanna torch the night and torch our love. ashes are sometimes better. at least i’ll finally know its dead.
The torch had never gone out. He still wanted me, and I still wanted him. Too bad that never was the story twenty years ago. Still, the visits home were fun-filled and memorable. Travel can truly be redemptive!