fire

December 25th, 2012 | 211 Entries

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211 Entries for “fire”

  1. walk with me. I never knew what that meant but she spoke it as if it were some code, some language. I get that it’s a reference. Walk with me. Fire walk with me. But I dont give two shits about laura palmer. I can more about the walking. More about walking with you. And I’m and not fire, I’m water.

    k
  2. Raging in your
    Blood and exquisite
    Skin, porcelain white
    Like bones turned to
    Fine china, delicate
    Loose, gritty sand unable
    To bear the pressure
    If your heat, flames
    Giving birth to glass

    Shakuntala
  3. I would hate to have been caught in a forest fire! I would cough like crazy and try to save all of the forest critters. It would be a very sad day in the forest but maybe a fire fighter could save the day with a giant hose to put out the tremendous fire!

    Kaitlyn
  4. We shall burn brighter than any other. For there you are, the girl on fire.
    Fire fascinates me. How it flickers and shimmers like a living thing, relentlessly consuming everything it touches. How it can be so beneficial yet harmful at the same time.
    I’ve always wanted to be able to draw a good fire. I can stare at one for hours on end, basking in its heat and marveling at its wisps of flame.

  5. My breath catches when I see them. Flowers -whole fields of them- sprouting from the flames. I see a new world in the dancing reds and yellows and oranges, a new world cleansed of darkness.

  6. “That girl is on fire” they sang. But really she was on fire. They were too busy singing to notice. She burned to death. The wind swept away her ashes. She was never heard from again.

    Hillary
  7. Pale blue fingertip, glowing red like suns and hearts. The only thing it has in common with water is that both are equally mesmerising. That’s what my father said on that dark night with the light of the fire limning our faces in yellow. He’s far away now and all that’s left is a charred patch of earth in the garden.

    F
  8. I think the thing that fears me the most about fire is that fact that it cannot be controlled. It terrifies me to think that even in this day and age, something as prehistoric as fire isn’t fully controlled and cannot be stopped. The destruction is causes is so terrifyingly large, and why we haven’t found a ‘cure’ for it disturbs me.

    Sarah
  9. Fire, passion. Once you ignite let no one extinguish your light.

  10. isnt the last word he said but it did describe the situation very well. poor jimmy never stood a chance. if only he had left the bus stop sober

    Dave
  11. it burns looking at you. you and her together…its unbearable to watch, yet I was the one who made it happen…I love her to death, but if I could have you and erase the fact that this has happened I would. and maybe that would calm the flames that are ever so alive in my heart…

    Eris
  12. A fire that Burns
    It never stopped
    Miles of time it has consumed
    Thousands of memories in my mind
    I tell you what your love has done to me
    Yes your love has burned me
    Don’t stop

    Tina
  13. The fire raged out of control. Firefighters came at it with water, chemical retardants, their best equipment. Nobody noticed when the fire jumped to the next house, with the brand new granite swimming pool.

  14. Fire is burning in my soul, each moment of the day I fell it throughout my body – tingling in my fingertips but I can’t seem to feed it enough, little light, little burn, Im still searching.

    ZedEff
  15. Pain, burning in my head. Killing me. I can’t breath, the smoke is thick. Spreading fast through my lungs.

    Destiny Mae
  16. one step at-a-time and you’re going slow, boy, it’s making me nervous, i know we’ve got years but we could kill this thing in minutes, it’s that eagerness to Start worked up in me (closer to the end, closer to those words of yours that i love to hear, i don’t need, i won’t ask for a white picket fence if you’ll just whisper in my ear a little more)
    playing each other and off each other, it’s been suggested that satisfaction is for the wicked, i’m ready to play a little dirtier, push you a little harder, you may not’ve been born in the fire, but i’m about to drag you down into it

  17. im burning oh my god. everything hurts, and is his fault. my skin is peeling and im seeing spots. everything is so hot and intensified i feel every lick of flame

    Emma
  18. The intensity of the hot flames practically boiled my skin. I could smell the grotesque gases erupting from the depths of the flames. It was scorching. I was sure I was going to die. I was almost positive. Then I saw a flash in the distance, and everything went dark.

    Emily Jo
  19. fire is the release of energy. the sun seems firey, but is really something quite different. fires burn and fires die, fires can mean safety or destruction. fires can be tame candles or something uncontrollable. since they can be anything, they seem rather useless as a metaphor. nonetheless, fire means power.

  20. fire is an intensity one cannot write. fire is love, fire is hate. fire is desire, fire is distrust. fire is lust, and fire is love. too much fire and one will perish, too little and one will never live.

    Madeline
  21. The flame of life. Fuels our external being. Sparks the soul. May the flame burn forever on.

    O.G.
  22. The house is on fire! The house is on fire!

    You’d think there was some kind of blazing inferno, but it wasn’t anything at all. Just a little smoke from the stove, where oil had spilled and not been cleaned up.

    That didn’t stop her from making a scene, however.

  23. Der Feuerwehrmann sah schwarz. Über den Wolken war rot der Sonnenuntergang zu sehen. Wie kann die Sonne untergehen, wenn es Mittag ist? Wie kann sie untergehen, wenn sie im Zenit steht? Und wozu ist es hier jetzt so dunkel? Das muss das Feuermonster mit seinem Verwirrspiel sein.

  24. The fire in my belly
    Is ripping through my soul
    It tears at my conscience
    And leaves a barren hole
    Time will only tell me
    If life has been for nought
    Sweat on my brow dripping
    My dreams are what I sought

  25. well i read this book once and it was about this kid who was burnt. my friend was burnt. thats why she looks like tight all the time but shes pretty and popular. i wonder if shed still be popular if she wasnt burnt. fire is good and bad. i have mixed feelings about it

    sofa
  26. When fire lives people will die. When fire dies itself, life dies. Fire brings death, yet it also brings life.

  27. Lucinda looked at the fire in her palm. It flicked around come near to the old furniture, but Lucinda didn’t care.
    “Nobody can know. I’ll be killed for witchcraft.”
    Her best friend stared at her. She sighed then gripped the glass of water she had been given. She extinguished the flame out of fear. She didn’t like the fire, because it had given her tragedy, she would never be forgiven…

    Dahlia
  28. The fire was still alive and kicking, and unlike the songs implied, we weren’t goodbye-ing quite yet. But we were conspiring – some holiday tunes did hit it spot on.

    Katie poured us both hot cocoa spiked with peppermint schnapps, and we stirred our marshmallows around the chocolate-y broth with peppermint sticks. I kissed her on the cheek and stroked her woolly, tacky Christmas sweater sleeve.

    Belinda Roddie
  29. Flames lick at the paper, corroding it away like oxygen on metal. The ashes float into the air and disappear, borne away from this world.

  30. the flames of my heart burn for you. Why do we associate love and fire? because some one always gets burned. its warm and fun but deadly and intense.I love you.

  31. Light
    and breath
    alive in all its inanimacy
    Why, why, why?
    Love is a bright thing
    never dies, we say
    I’ve had love blown away
    replaced by golden, charring fire
    Ignite.

  32. hot… it makes me sweat when too close, but is that a bad thing? sweat purifies. So, does fire when metal is place over it. Causing all impurity to rise to the surface so that only something pure may remain.
    its beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. It entrances, capturing its victims in the most fascinating of ways.

    J. Elliott
  33. Fire…hmmm. I’m so afraid of fires. What if there’s a fire in my room? It would need to buy everything again… I don’t even know everything I have laying around in my room :$ I’m fucked. 10 seconds left… Oh no.. BYE!

    Di
  34. fire is life. fire burns and purifies oneself, fire is the most pure entity. fire can destroy and it can create life.

    Siddharth
  35. c’mon baby light my fire. C”MON BEBEH LIGHTAH MYAH FIYAAHHHHHHHH
    but really, fire is the light of my life. It’s not necessarily present when i use lightbulbs or look at computer monitors but the same kinds of energy are present. to me that’s god. energy.

    Ruggie Noah
  36. dont fight fire with fire!! fire can be good but dangerous it brings us light :)
    the cavemen discovered it i think when playing with sticks
    fire helps us heat things
    it goes on candles and can burn you

    Hail
  37. fire in the sky firewall firefly fire stage presence of the night fire is a drill bit in my head fire desire fire desire fire desire fire desire

  38. warm and hot. a fire at the beach at night. with shining stars shining bright at me. maybe granpa is one of them. i bet he is smiling, if he is. cats don’t smile, like the on in Alice in wonderland. that’s a good movie. i never saw it in the cinema, but i once saw it at home with Anne, i think. it is weird with Anne cause we have kinda grown apart. but we still got our humor, and when we will go in gymnasium together i hope it will be fine, or it will be really weird. cause we have never went to the same class before.

    Mai
  39. there was a fire in the pit of his being. stoked slowly and painfully over the years. each taunt, each insult, each degradation fanned the coals and fed the embers until what smoldered began to jump and dance

    debra
  40. Fire like the one that cracks in my living room. Fire like the one that burns my legs when I run. Fire like the sky at sunset. Fire like a person’s eyes. Fire like my soul when I read a poem.