With torch in hand I walk on into the night, wondering if I locked the house when I left. Probably I did, but that one moment of clarity is obscured by a foggy memory. Somehow I wish I could push the torch into my head and illuminate my own absentmindedness.
The purpose of this exercise is to learn to flow but I do not know this torch, this is burning? this is good? this is bad? this is learn? teach me torch?
We had the word “Torch” on our spelling test today. I don’t know how to spell that and i am only in grade 3! I think that is a grade 5 word . It is very hard to spell. The way i spell it is like “toorch” my teacher said i was very close to be spelling it but how am i sappost to know ? What am I sapposed to add or remove ? I hate school. They give you lots of spelling words that are like grade five spelling words! Grr.
The torch flickered, maybe the battery was going, I don’t know but it was making the room slip in and out of my vision with annoying frequency. I shook it and hit it on my palm in anger. Work you stupid thing
progress, the flame of fame, touched, carrying for Her these affections, mingled with out prose
stop abusing the light
glaring
spout
of fire
found a way for one more minute
if you do not connect to me
I do not connect to you
redundant was never posed
your lights need copper
the ends are frayed
A fire in a crowded hall
Olympic games
A dungeon
Old video games
An obligation
A story
A ancient lamp?
Something of that sort.
Firelight on dark walls
A hand held mysterious light-
When I hear the word torch, it makes me think of our high school’s musical this year. We did Pippin and my friend played the guy with the torch. He carried a torch around, waiting for the Lead Player to tell him to perform the fire trick they were trying to get Pippin to do to commit suiide and a spectacular finale.
a perfectly torched creme brulee is a work of art. If done right the thick brown crust of sugar will guard the blissful silk underneath until whomever was lucky enough to have one made for them cracks it open. It is my favorite dessert on my menu, and it is one that I can truly relate to. I am a lot like this guarded sweet, but I wonder if anyone will ever be able to crack me open.
the textbook term for her affections was ‘carrying a torch’
she would never call on those exact words, finding them even a little offensive at how poorly they expressed the scale and depth of her long-standing feelings, but regardless she seemed to hear it every time the subject of her
memory of the future, don’t remind me of who I was, like a torch designed to burn for two hours, this is not journey or destination, it practice of practice
You answered yourself, once but you ask questions you do not want answers to, count to sixty and start breathing again, without inky fingers torching my days, see you when the light is yellow…………..
Torch it down said the man with gray hair. His eyes glowing with rage. Thomas had no idea what was happening but he that he must do as he was told or that would be the end of everything he knew. So Thomas lit the gasoline and stood by the man with the gray hair and watched it burn.
You used to be the torch I followed, the light I used to look too when the world went dark. You were the fire that lit my life, the heat that made the world a little less cold. You were everything to me, until you let the world douse your fire, until you let the world put you out. You were everything to me, until you let it all go dark and slip away.
testing lights endurance, argue chickens and eggs, when fuel is fuel, the end always justified the history writer’s means, and the sychophants spelling………..
The sand hissed under the rolling waves as flames danced. The stars that night reflected, shivering in the dark water. In it stared back something very much like the truth. We let our toes tangle and that was all that mattered.
ANY WHOP HO WERE INTO THE BLUE AS IF WE WERE ANY OLD SKYRINGERS – AS IF SHE HOWLED – WE WERN’T LONG IN THE FERNITUYRE – WHEN THE WINEDERN FLAGGED – WHEN THE RONILDORNIG WON- i SAID –HO
some burn for light
some burn for love
some burn for Gods
some burn for trust
some burn for sight
and these are the ones
who see truly, so they speak
with eyes fire
This is what makes me see. I can see the real you–because you only reveal yourself when it is dark, but with my torch I can truly tell if you love me. It isn’t genuine… It isn’t true.. Because now I can see right through you.
I wanted to torch my brain of the memories. It was awful. “I…thought you knew. I would never use you. I’m have to be real, or I’m nothing.” I looked down, feeling self-conscious. He had been staring at me the whole time, but when I looked back up, he had averted his eyes. My confidence picked up. “I guess my backbone’s stronger than yours.” And I walked away from the spreading fire.
Under the two am stars we stand, nearly blinded by the glow. Everything, everything is burning. Our home, our things, our life. Hands clasped tightly, we smile. We can finally be free.
Torch. The endless flame. Its almost summer or actually it IS summer and I want to buy some tiki torches to put into the backyard. Perfect for a summer evening bbq. And I know where to find them for really cheap! Let summer begin!
It makes me think that I want to torch the place, but I know I’m not supposed to carry that much anger inside of me, it’s bad for my heart and bad for my feet too. Because when I feel this much rage I just have to run …
As a lad, Norton always held a quiet burning torch for his bestfriend’s girlfriend. He never said anything, and it seems she never noticed. Until one day when his friend made a real mess of his face after he was caught looking at her the wrong way.
As I see the tornadoes coming towards my hometown, I can only imagine how it might destroy the lives we have created for ourselves, like how a torch can destroy a forest.
i was carrying a torch to get throw the cave and it burned out half way throw it
With torch in hand I walk on into the night, wondering if I locked the house when I left. Probably I did, but that one moment of clarity is obscured by a foggy memory. Somehow I wish I could push the torch into my head and illuminate my own absentmindedness.
were gonna torch you at the game stop torching the othere team joe
The purpose of this exercise is to learn to flow but I do not know this torch, this is burning? this is good? this is bad? this is learn? teach me torch?
A torch is the english word of a flashlight it is used in dark spaces that people will need light to see.
We had the word “Torch” on our spelling test today. I don’t know how to spell that and i am only in grade 3! I think that is a grade 5 word . It is very hard to spell. The way i spell it is like “toorch” my teacher said i was very close to be spelling it but how am i sappost to know ? What am I sapposed to add or remove ? I hate school. They give you lots of spelling words that are like grade five spelling words! Grr.
The torch is a long thing and it has fire one the top and it is really cool and it is really fancy .
fire, burn, bright, brilliant, star, shinning, dark, night, moon, sunshine, beautiful, lead, leader, olympics, brilliant
it took oil the same that was used to wash ones self to explode with the needed amount of exposure on a level that darkness just didnt understand…..
The torch flickered, maybe the battery was going, I don’t know but it was making the room slip in and out of my vision with annoying frequency. I shook it and hit it on my palm in anger. Work you stupid thing
progress, the flame of fame, touched, carrying for Her these affections, mingled with out prose
stop abusing the light
glaring
spout
of fire
found a way for one more minute
if you do not connect to me
I do not connect to you
redundant was never posed
your lights need copper
the ends are frayed
A fire in a crowded hall
Olympic games
A dungeon
Old video games
An obligation
A story
A ancient lamp?
Something of that sort.
Firelight on dark walls
A hand held mysterious light-
will help you in the darkness, it’s brightness will guide your steps.
When I hear the word torch, it makes me think of our high school’s musical this year. We did Pippin and my friend played the guy with the torch. He carried a torch around, waiting for the Lead Player to tell him to perform the fire trick they were trying to get Pippin to do to commit suiide and a spectacular finale.
this reminds me of a flame or like a tiki torch in hawaii, which then makes me think of summer and how bad i want it to come :)
a perfectly torched creme brulee is a work of art. If done right the thick brown crust of sugar will guard the blissful silk underneath until whomever was lucky enough to have one made for them cracks it open. It is my favorite dessert on my menu, and it is one that I can truly relate to. I am a lot like this guarded sweet, but I wonder if anyone will ever be able to crack me open.
I have seen sand torched to green glass
dreams, have shadows to
how to sleep without light to REMember
the textbook term for her affections was ‘carrying a torch’
she would never call on those exact words, finding them even a little offensive at how poorly they expressed the scale and depth of her long-standing feelings, but regardless she seemed to hear it every time the subject of her
memory of the future, don’t remind me of who I was, like a torch designed to burn for two hours, this is not journey or destination, it practice of practice
You answered yourself, once but you ask questions you do not want answers to, count to sixty and start breathing again, without inky fingers torching my days, see you when the light is yellow…………..
Torch it down said the man with gray hair. His eyes glowing with rage. Thomas had no idea what was happening but he that he must do as he was told or that would be the end of everything he knew. So Thomas lit the gasoline and stood by the man with the gray hair and watched it burn.
You used to be the torch I followed, the light I used to look too when the world went dark. You were the fire that lit my life, the heat that made the world a little less cold. You were everything to me, until you let the world douse your fire, until you let the world put you out. You were everything to me, until you let it all go dark and slip away.
testing lights endurance, argue chickens and eggs, when fuel is fuel, the end always justified the history writer’s means, and the sychophants spelling………..
Watchtower over the meager ablaze with torches scanning the horizon for a sun they can protect a village against, for the moon is spying
The sand hissed under the rolling waves as flames danced. The stars that night reflected, shivering in the dark water. In it stared back something very much like the truth. We let our toes tangle and that was all that mattered.
ANY WHOP HO WERE INTO THE BLUE AS IF WE WERE ANY OLD SKYRINGERS – AS IF SHE HOWLED – WE WERN’T LONG IN THE FERNITUYRE – WHEN THE WINEDERN FLAGGED – WHEN THE RONILDORNIG WON- i SAID –HO
some burn for light
some burn for love
some burn for Gods
some burn for trust
some burn for sight
and these are the ones
who see truly, so they speak
with eyes fire
Torch provides a radiant glow in an otherwise vast darkness stretching out indefinitely into the ether.
drop
a
word
drop
a
match
torch
more for the movies
than for the skeletons
that
roam
this wire
tap
knock
repeat
till done
This is what makes me see. I can see the real you–because you only reveal yourself when it is dark, but with my torch I can truly tell if you love me. It isn’t genuine… It isn’t true.. Because now I can see right through you.
looks like a twin, but burns like a reflection, when I stumble feel and dropped the flashlight that led the way to you
I wanted to torch my brain of the memories. It was awful. “I…thought you knew. I would never use you. I’m have to be real, or I’m nothing.” I looked down, feeling self-conscious. He had been staring at me the whole time, but when I looked back up, he had averted his eyes. My confidence picked up. “I guess my backbone’s stronger than yours.” And I walked away from the spreading fire.
fire
hot
cold
love
weird
things
burn
hell
devil
god
jesus
mormon
church
felicia
hot
cold
winter
snow
snow flake
weak
water
IB
Under the two am stars we stand, nearly blinded by the glow. Everything, everything is burning. Our home, our things, our life. Hands clasped tightly, we smile. We can finally be free.
Torch. The endless flame. Its almost summer or actually it IS summer and I want to buy some tiki torches to put into the backyard. Perfect for a summer evening bbq. And I know where to find them for really cheap! Let summer begin!
It makes me think that I want to torch the place, but I know I’m not supposed to carry that much anger inside of me, it’s bad for my heart and bad for my feet too. Because when I feel this much rage I just have to run …
As a lad, Norton always held a quiet burning torch for his bestfriend’s girlfriend. He never said anything, and it seems she never noticed. Until one day when his friend made a real mess of his face after he was caught looking at her the wrong way.
The same connection of destruction and learning, something is always left, some call it evidence other experience how much did this cost us?
As I see the tornadoes coming towards my hometown, I can only imagine how it might destroy the lives we have created for ourselves, like how a torch can destroy a forest.
a new account for another word, a subject changes it’s subject, good thing for college or I would have forgot about the dictionary and hands oppossed