Something in my heart. A flicker. My finger tip pricked with the heat coming from within. I always felt this way before it happened. Exhilaration. Preparation. Power.
The forest was ablaze. I knew I should run, just get the hell out of there before it was too late. But I didn’t want to. I just wanted to sit there and let the flames consume me until I died and went to heaven or hell or wherever.
i blaze of fire. I can also think about a blaze on a gymnastics bodysuit…..im a gymnast!! National Level……….I can also think of a horse…..it can have a blade on its forehead! I also love horses and take horseback lessons!
mickey
exactly what i feel right now. blazed. there’s no other word to describe it. everything sounds good, and everything looks good. a feeling incomparable to any other.
She blazed through the test, bubbling answer after answer, not bothering to doubt herself, not bothering to double check. A, B, D, A, C, A, B, all the way to the bottom of the page. Done. With one swift movement she picked up her paper and swept up her things, heading for the teacher. As she handed him her finished test, she smirked. Hmph. First one done.
blaze is hot. sun blazes everyday. so blazing hot. the worst is the blazing hot sun on my skin. just blaze into the sun with the fire ring withe the blazing boot kicking you in the face with heat.
kyleehaygood
The fire blazed across the grain field. The family ran from their house in despair and the little girl of age 6 stopped and looked behind to see as her home was met by the blaze.
Her mother cried, “Hurry up, Kate! Run.”
Sometimes she doesn’t know who’s wrong—she or them. It sure feels right, but because she is not in the position to say anything she likes, to defend what she believes, to make any sound from beneath the tape they’ve slapped on her lips, her perspective of things became off-kilter. The blazes of the mirages she’s seeing gnaws at her belly, burning it and everything in it—the butterflies and the crumbling food for thoughts—until they fall to ashes. And she will wait until a phoenix rises from them.
Ablaze! The fire that rose round the circle that was once a symphonic vibration known only to a cluster of stars. I am, I am, I am! The singer-songwriter of my own destiny! And life has fulfillment when you recall your unearthly celestial beginnings.
I don’t even know what it means. My english is not that good. Makes me think og glaze. Or blazer. But, for real, no clue. I should ask my mother. Where is my mother? Lets try a sentence: «I blaze you like never before….». Sounds bizarre.
Sandrine
It’s all in a blaze. The whole world.
Blinded by the light that we think is good for us, only to realize that the light is keeping us back. There’s so much more we can do yet we sit by, content by all that we think we have. It’s just a margin of what really lies out there for us.
Blaze is the fire that illuminate our vision. It is the light we see at the end of the tunnel. A Warm, reconfirting light that illuminates our passage. We go toward it without any fear, because it is what we aspire to.
Mathieu Mundviller
The fire was in a blaze. The horse can have a blaze on his nose. Sometimes I can see a blaze in something.
The fire climbed up the wall, cracking and snapping as the flames leapt out towards me. I jumped backwards, knocking over the lamp behind me. The fire had spread quicker than I’d thought.
The flame flickers and fans, to a blaze that consumes the funeral pyre. A bold warrior who gave his all, his life consumed by the passion in his heart.
Vikings liked to go out in a blaze of glory.
They would set torches on boats and push
them out to see when they died, carried
off hero and quiet one alike. But I think
let’s live today in a blaze of glory that
we ourselves can see.
Robin
Fire! I run, and jump, try to escape. A blaze chases, doesn’t stop. It is consuming, it is overwhelming… BOOM! I crash, wake up. The blaze in my head blinded me, kept me going, not hitknig of any consequences. What
Something in my heart. A flicker. My finger tip pricked with the heat coming from within. I always felt this way before it happened. Exhilaration. Preparation. Power.
The forest was ablaze. I knew I should run, just get the hell out of there before it was too late. But I didn’t want to. I just wanted to sit there and let the flames consume me until I died and went to heaven or hell or wherever.
it’s like she came
in a blaze of stars and a
rush of feelings and
took my breath away
i blaze of fire. I can also think about a blaze on a gymnastics bodysuit…..im a gymnast!! National Level……….I can also think of a horse…..it can have a blade on its forehead! I also love horses and take horseback lessons!
exactly what i feel right now. blazed. there’s no other word to describe it. everything sounds good, and everything looks good. a feeling incomparable to any other.
She blazed through the test, bubbling answer after answer, not bothering to doubt herself, not bothering to double check. A, B, D, A, C, A, B, all the way to the bottom of the page. Done. With one swift movement she picked up her paper and swept up her things, heading for the teacher. As she handed him her finished test, she smirked. Hmph. First one done.
blaze is hot. sun blazes everyday. so blazing hot. the worst is the blazing hot sun on my skin. just blaze into the sun with the fire ring withe the blazing boot kicking you in the face with heat.
The fire blazed across the grain field. The family ran from their house in despair and the little girl of age 6 stopped and looked behind to see as her home was met by the blaze.
Her mother cried, “Hurry up, Kate! Run.”
Sometimes she doesn’t know who’s wrong—she or them. It sure feels right, but because she is not in the position to say anything she likes, to defend what she believes, to make any sound from beneath the tape they’ve slapped on her lips, her perspective of things became off-kilter. The blazes of the mirages she’s seeing gnaws at her belly, burning it and everything in it—the butterflies and the crumbling food for thoughts—until they fall to ashes. And she will wait until a phoenix rises from them.
Ablaze! The fire that rose round the circle that was once a symphonic vibration known only to a cluster of stars. I am, I am, I am! The singer-songwriter of my own destiny! And life has fulfillment when you recall your unearthly celestial beginnings.
My heart, my thighs, my mind.
His lips, his breath, his hands.
Blaze is like blazing hot on a fire stove! To me that’s what i think! Unlike emily she thinks its a donut……….
people blaze weeds with a blow torch and they also blaze forests if they are dumb.some people that are poor do it to go to jail so they can eat.
when you get fired up :D but i heard that from tori
when you get fired up…
it’s fun to make things blaze. it looks cool.
I wish it was blazing hot outside because its so cold. And I am not use to the cold weather.
a blaze is a mob in minecraft that shoots fire.
fire exposion
blaze is fire that is really hot and huge it can destroy whole forests and completely devestate lands.
Blaze reminds me of a fire like the blazing fire rages into the woods.
blaze is fire on a grill or something. so i almost got caught on fire yesterday out camping.
i do not no what this means???????????????????????
it started out low and whipped back leading us to believe we were in control and promptly proclaiming otherwise with a steady flicker of chimney red.
I don’t even know what it means. My english is not that good. Makes me think og glaze. Or blazer. But, for real, no clue. I should ask my mother. Where is my mother? Lets try a sentence: «I blaze you like never before….». Sounds bizarre.
It’s all in a blaze. The whole world.
Blinded by the light that we think is good for us, only to realize that the light is keeping us back. There’s so much more we can do yet we sit by, content by all that we think we have. It’s just a margin of what really lies out there for us.
How’s a person to blaze a trail when their kept under a lid? How’s?
Blaze is the fire that illuminate our vision. It is the light we see at the end of the tunnel. A Warm, reconfirting light that illuminates our passage. We go toward it without any fear, because it is what we aspire to.
The fire was in a blaze. The horse can have a blaze on his nose. Sometimes I can see a blaze in something.
when i hear the word blaze it means when you …………..
theres blazen ring of fire every where. I once saw blazeing rings of fire.theres also a peron named blazeblazeblazeblazeblaze
There was a slight blaze in the light.It was in the moon for some reason.
The campfire made a big blaze of red,yellow, and orange.
The horse had a white blaze on its face.
it blazed through the sky like a comit.
We would blaze through the forest on our dirt bikes just to find the river that I grew up by.
The fire climbed up the wall, cracking and snapping as the flames leapt out towards me. I jumped backwards, knocking over the lamp behind me. The fire had spread quicker than I’d thought.
The flame flickers and fans, to a blaze that consumes the funeral pyre. A bold warrior who gave his all, his life consumed by the passion in his heart.
Vikings liked to go out in a blaze of glory.
They would set torches on boats and push
them out to see when they died, carried
off hero and quiet one alike. But I think
let’s live today in a blaze of glory that
we ourselves can see.
Fire! I run, and jump, try to escape. A blaze chases, doesn’t stop. It is consuming, it is overwhelming… BOOM! I crash, wake up. The blaze in my head blinded me, kept me going, not hitknig of any consequences. What