Carson watched the flares shot off from Alexanders and Arabelles handmade holders, and with amazzement etched in his face as the flares were answered within about ten minutes time. Carson had never heard of flares used to find people, bu he was definitely thnakful for the flare.
Anne
Flares burning bright in the dark of the night, like pin prick points on my eyelids. Feel them stare, know they’re there, take comfort in their light.
the snares make the flare as you beat your sticks on my drum.
Adeline
The dancers swirled their brightly colored skirst around the floor, the red material looking like blood on the wooden floorboards. Bringing the world to justice, their movements were sinister and dark, the looks on their faces going through the motions.
Flaring pains in the back of my head, sending my vision spinning, reeling, leaving my feeling gone. Empty and broken I am sick. My eyes swell shut when I look at you, gutting me with every new second. I don’t know how to tell you this hurts.
Heidi
I have a lot of Flare. That’s what people have always told me. I’m not sure if that should be a compliment or not. What is Flare? Is it bold, colorful, creative, unique? Or is it simple blatant, loud, and in your face? Either way, it’s what I am. I’ll have to live with it.
I saw the girl with her jeans. They had flared bottoms. This is a stupid word. Wheeeeeeeee.
Susie has a lot of flare. That’s what everyone says. They say I’m independent, I’m bold, creative, etc.
Rena
Je me sens Flare. Une flare bomb explose a mes côtés. je ne suis plus que l’ombre de mopi-même, projetée sur les murs éclatants du Hall. J’aime ma nouvelle odeur. l’odeur du pain brûlé, l’ordeur des cheveux dans le feu, l’ordeur des pompiers s’en viennent. Je me sens Flare.
sebastien
To spring up with a surprising element of fashion and controversial eloquence. The flare is the unexpected sheik and the the curious, spontaneous, creativity. The essence of catching one off guard.
Tyler Scott
I don’t have any flare. I try to live simply and within my means. I like clothes that are comfortable. I don’t, however, mind those who do have flare.
Stan
The red flare fills my eyes.
Awakens me. Staring is all you can do.
Can’t see anything, but you know it’s there.
Hope. I think.
I hope.
Drea
reamer
air
balloon
seamstress
clothes
mouth
ear
piercing
sex
Letícia
He did everything with flare. His flips, his moves, his escrima stick whacking. It wasn’t necessary. It was showy. It probably wasted time and energy.
Her temper flared quicker than a match. It sizzled and sparked a new flame within her. Suddenly all of her passions oozed out of every hole, every crevice, every opening in her fiery skin. And once all the magma had exited her body, she sat amongst the ashes and wept. The water cleansed her burns and extinguished the flames.
and we turned our heads
in perfect time
and i saw it there
in your eyes
a sudden spark
a light
a flare
and i knew
all our memories
still remained there
Lilly H
flare is your style
dress yourself up in fake gold
bright as can be
not so very old
when you’re clad in rings
and you’ve earrings that dangle
you’re the star of the show
everyone asks where you got them
it’s for show, it’s for bling
it’s just all apart of what makes you gleem
you light up a room
you’re bright as can be
you’re the bell of the ball
everyone wants to see
there was a flare in the sky. a sign from them trying to clearly tell us something. we immediately thought… assumed, it was that they were in danger. Our hearts began to beat faster, harder, our worry increased. Millions of memories soon over flowing my mind, and never once did i think the flare was for celebration. oh what a celebration it was.
simone has a lot of flare. I used to be jealous of her because she got all of the boy’s attention. I have flare too but I guess her’s is just more appealing. I’m not going to stand for it. Simone doesn’t deserve that. Do you know what I had to do to buy these shoes?
Kevin Green
I don’t even know what does it mean. English my second language, but i try my best. Can i google the meaning of it ? would it be considered as cheating? hope not. anyways i am listening to adele, i love her songs! touches the soul! this is nice i like the idea of this website.!
Bshock
If I were to go into a desert/dense forest/other uninhabited place, I would bring a flare gun. Preferably purple.
like a flare in the darkness you lit up the blackness and my glazed eyes. but you disappeared as quickly as you lit. now the dark is even more unbearable because i’ve tasted the light. my eyes still burn from your fleeting warmth.
The flare of the firework lit up the night sky. A warm, summer breeze lifted the hair off the back of her neck. He could see the lights reflected in her eyes–there was no need to look up.
Flaring of tempers, voices amplified by the very passion of emotions scrawled across their faces. The argument started, as so many do, with something petty, unimportant. It was a misunderstanding: a miscommunication. There wasn’t much to do, now, except to wait it out and hope for the best.
i used to pride myself on my accessories. like a good office space groupie, i called them my pieces of flair. but they should have been pieces of flare. ready. to ignite.
it was in the winter
with a spark
of blazing interest
was i noticed.
candle flames
produced wax so warm
old flames couldn’t
blame their bones
for such wintry weather.
Phil
I am Icarus and you are a solar flare and I want to ride the wave of our love to the ends of the universe and be enveloped by your warm arms for all of eternity.
There was only the sound of rain in the dark, as we sat ankle deep in the trenches, staring at the black sky and waiting. My fingers were numb with cold, my grip wet, and my boots sloshed.
Then the flare burst brilliant in the sky, a white-red blossom that blinded our night-eyes. But it was the signal. We sprang to action.
She was all about flare. She couldn’t stand not being the center of attention, so she made a great effort to make sure it was impossible to ignore her. Purple hair, red hair, tattoos, leather, the list went on and on. Nothing was out of bounds for her. and it was all just to make sure she was the center of attention, always.
She had a flair for the dramatic, a sense of timing that made her message more powerful. While all others around her expressed panic and uncertainty, the world slowed down, and the words grew larger, the meanings clear.
Lens flare! Every time a photographer friend or some one else who has gotten their hands on their equipment uses that awful blinding external flare on me, I WOULD FLARE. If my eyes weren’t bad enough, they had to keep blinding me with that shock.
E
Flare is when a fire ignites, or sometimes used in a metaphor as in anger. I flare in anger for all the misfortunes in my family because I know that we don’t deserve it. At least not cancer.
Carson watched the flares shot off from Alexanders and Arabelles handmade holders, and with amazzement etched in his face as the flares were answered within about ten minutes time. Carson had never heard of flares used to find people, bu he was definitely thnakful for the flare.
Flares burning bright in the dark of the night, like pin prick points on my eyelids. Feel them stare, know they’re there, take comfort in their light.
the snares make the flare as you beat your sticks on my drum.
The dancers swirled their brightly colored skirst around the floor, the red material looking like blood on the wooden floorboards. Bringing the world to justice, their movements were sinister and dark, the looks on their faces going through the motions.
Flaring pains in the back of my head, sending my vision spinning, reeling, leaving my feeling gone. Empty and broken I am sick. My eyes swell shut when I look at you, gutting me with every new second. I don’t know how to tell you this hurts.
I have a lot of Flare. That’s what people have always told me. I’m not sure if that should be a compliment or not. What is Flare? Is it bold, colorful, creative, unique? Or is it simple blatant, loud, and in your face? Either way, it’s what I am. I’ll have to live with it.
I saw the girl with her jeans. They had flared bottoms. This is a stupid word. Wheeeeeeeee.
Susie has a lot of flare. That’s what everyone says. They say I’m independent, I’m bold, creative, etc.
Je me sens Flare. Une flare bomb explose a mes côtés. je ne suis plus que l’ombre de mopi-même, projetée sur les murs éclatants du Hall. J’aime ma nouvelle odeur. l’odeur du pain brûlé, l’ordeur des cheveux dans le feu, l’ordeur des pompiers s’en viennent. Je me sens Flare.
To spring up with a surprising element of fashion and controversial eloquence. The flare is the unexpected sheik and the the curious, spontaneous, creativity. The essence of catching one off guard.
I don’t have any flare. I try to live simply and within my means. I like clothes that are comfortable. I don’t, however, mind those who do have flare.
The red flare fills my eyes.
Awakens me. Staring is all you can do.
Can’t see anything, but you know it’s there.
Hope. I think.
I hope.
reamer
air
balloon
seamstress
clothes
mouth
ear
piercing
sex
He did everything with flare. His flips, his moves, his escrima stick whacking. It wasn’t necessary. It was showy. It probably wasted time and energy.
It was Grayson’s style.
Her temper flared quicker than a match. It sizzled and sparked a new flame within her. Suddenly all of her passions oozed out of every hole, every crevice, every opening in her fiery skin. And once all the magma had exited her body, she sat amongst the ashes and wept. The water cleansed her burns and extinguished the flames.
and we turned our heads
in perfect time
and i saw it there
in your eyes
a sudden spark
a light
a flare
and i knew
all our memories
still remained there
flare is your style
dress yourself up in fake gold
bright as can be
not so very old
when you’re clad in rings
and you’ve earrings that dangle
you’re the star of the show
everyone asks where you got them
it’s for show, it’s for bling
it’s just all apart of what makes you gleem
you light up a room
you’re bright as can be
you’re the bell of the ball
everyone wants to see
© LL
there was a flare in the sky. a sign from them trying to clearly tell us something. we immediately thought… assumed, it was that they were in danger. Our hearts began to beat faster, harder, our worry increased. Millions of memories soon over flowing my mind, and never once did i think the flare was for celebration. oh what a celebration it was.
simone has a lot of flare. I used to be jealous of her because she got all of the boy’s attention. I have flare too but I guess her’s is just more appealing. I’m not going to stand for it. Simone doesn’t deserve that. Do you know what I had to do to buy these shoes?
I don’t even know what does it mean. English my second language, but i try my best. Can i google the meaning of it ? would it be considered as cheating? hope not. anyways i am listening to adele, i love her songs! touches the soul! this is nice i like the idea of this website.!
If I were to go into a desert/dense forest/other uninhabited place, I would bring a flare gun. Preferably purple.
like a flare in the darkness you lit up the blackness and my glazed eyes. but you disappeared as quickly as you lit. now the dark is even more unbearable because i’ve tasted the light. my eyes still burn from your fleeting warmth.
The flare of the firework lit up the night sky. A warm, summer breeze lifted the hair off the back of her neck. He could see the lights reflected in her eyes–there was no need to look up.
Flaring of tempers, voices amplified by the very passion of emotions scrawled across their faces. The argument started, as so many do, with something petty, unimportant. It was a misunderstanding: a miscommunication. There wasn’t much to do, now, except to wait it out and hope for the best.
i used to pride myself on my accessories. like a good office space groupie, i called them my pieces of flair. but they should have been pieces of flare. ready. to ignite.
it was in the winter
with a spark
of blazing interest
was i noticed.
candle flames
produced wax so warm
old flames couldn’t
blame their bones
for such wintry weather.
I am Icarus and you are a solar flare and I want to ride the wave of our love to the ends of the universe and be enveloped by your warm arms for all of eternity.
There was only the sound of rain in the dark, as we sat ankle deep in the trenches, staring at the black sky and waiting. My fingers were numb with cold, my grip wet, and my boots sloshed.
Then the flare burst brilliant in the sky, a white-red blossom that blinded our night-eyes. But it was the signal. We sprang to action.
She was all about flare. She couldn’t stand not being the center of attention, so she made a great effort to make sure it was impossible to ignore her. Purple hair, red hair, tattoos, leather, the list went on and on. Nothing was out of bounds for her. and it was all just to make sure she was the center of attention, always.
She had a flair for the dramatic, a sense of timing that made her message more powerful. While all others around her expressed panic and uncertainty, the world slowed down, and the words grew larger, the meanings clear.
Lens flare! Every time a photographer friend or some one else who has gotten their hands on their equipment uses that awful blinding external flare on me, I WOULD FLARE. If my eyes weren’t bad enough, they had to keep blinding me with that shock.
Flare is when a fire ignites, or sometimes used in a metaphor as in anger. I flare in anger for all the misfortunes in my family because I know that we don’t deserve it. At least not cancer.