match contest competition fight race altercation duel all i want is a simple conversation neither of us trying to prove the other wrong but place for each to speak up and be heard is that so hard???
Taddy
Matches to sulfuric, fire to paper; a blazing inferno awaits your disuse.
Brax
often our actions dnt match our r desires which becme greatest cause of stress
chetna
body and soul
chetna
THE MATCH WAS LIT AND FELL INTO THE PETROL, THE FLAMES SNAKED TOWARDS THE WAREHOUSE, THERE WAS A BRIEF SILENCE BEFORE THE ENTIRE STRUCTURE WAS ENVELOPED IN FLAMES, A LOUD BOOM RINGING OUT.
Mark
The match in my hand was wet and I couldn’t get it to light. I always hated my birthday anyway.
Amanda
A sporting match is a game. For instance, a football match is a game of football. Match can also mean two things go together. For instance, if two things match, they are suited together. A match stick is used to make fire.
Simon
duality is crucial to our understanding of ourselves. we are meaningless without a partner, either positively or negatively, in love or in conflict. by ourselves we are not complete.
nikon
Match… a perfect match. Finding your soulmate and living the dream of a perfect match. Yup, heaven on earth.
Tiger
There is currently a political match, or contest if you will going on in our country. The Progressives versus the American ideal. I can only hope and count on the vigor of the American to propel us toward a time of Freedom, Liberty, and a right to keep ones property.
Richard
i describe match as someone that simly fits you even dow wordless.. i dont know, maybe its chemistry or something else.. but for the truth, i think ive been there and i know its not easy to find.. all we can do is just keep searching for this “match”..
HaikalHardja
Match set. Tennis match. Love this word and the memories of playing tennis with my father.
Chris G
There was a woman on the bus the other day who’s head was covered in hair the colour of a match end. It wasn’t even a nice colour and to be honest, she obviosuly thought she was more attractive than she actually was. Short bright match head coloured hair minger.
Paul
Match is a funny little word. It can light your fire, it can make your outfit and someday it’ll find you the one.
joface
It’s so hard to match. My insides are a gooey marshmallow fluff, with those annoying little stands flying everywhere on everything that approaches.
My outsides–well, what can I do? My insides that are marshmallow fluff. What matches with that?
Tyler
Match. I can’t remember the last time I lit a match on fire. I love the smell of burning, so warm. And the crackling of stuff on fire. I’m not a pyro, honest.
Oh, and I would also like to find someone to match ME. Matchmake me.
Ashley
A match can cause fire. Something really powerful and beautiful. But sometimes fire burns and you end up with scars. A match is a piece of wood or it can be the joining of two people. Love is powerful so is fire and both can come from a match. Coincidence? I think not.
Olivia
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
Some call me a pyromaniac, but I just like fire.
And repetition.
G
I wish I could set a match to my entire world right now. Life is hard. It can only go up from here, though!
gninab
Mira,, the matchmaker who loves to wear mismatched clothes is still single.
leen
He lit the match and watched as in a matter of seconds it had fizzled to a black scorch with a nasty aroma. “This is life,” he thought to himself. You burn and then you burn out. He grabbed the lighter from his coat pocket and lit a cigarette. “Nah,” he thought, “This is life. You burn shit up and you throw the case away.”
sammy
match made in heaven? there’s no such thing. Everything that seems permanent in this life isn’t. everything is fleeting. no man is an island, because islands feel no pain. loss is a natural part of life, albeit the least anticipated. Fuck loss. Fuck losing. Justin’s always losing.
will croxville
No one could match Elianora, her tireless pursuit of balloons across the plains and over the hills. She employed the most exaggerated gallop, her tall hat flying off despite how tightly she jammed it onto her pale head, and for my money, she chased those gaudy bubbles with limitless inspiration. She was the Picasso of Floating Toys.
Brian Slusher
match me with kindness wherever it is, match me with the warm goodness of the morning sun, and gentle breezes from the shore
NWartist
match I and you. It seems it was a good one. But not so sure now. Maybe a rematch will clarify it.
Supun Livera
Match my heart to your dream puzzle
Diane
I really just don’t care anymore
Oliver Brookeshore
Match me. Go on and match me. Follow my every move around the driveway, through the yard, flying like a plane, hopping forwards then back, skipping (not trotting). Go on and light me up. Be a match.
wigout
Matchstick. Always was a funny word. To think a stick, a prickly stick, could match with anything screams fallacy. Although, I suppose if one found a rose with the such perfect thorns, it would do the trick.
Cal
to join, become with another, to be placed in the right place, its fate, its destiny, match
brayden
she tried to call her back,
don’t hate me
she pleaded and begged
but nothingness is what she got, and pain and jealousy and anger,
and matches that burn her fingertips because she
holds them too long and never lights the candle
that
is supposed to show her the way
because
she doesn’t want to see the way – she wants to see her.
band-aids
Careful now; little princesses dream for little princes, with beautiful chocolate ringlets and handsome chocolate eyes, with a perfect smile. But when when you dream for princesses with beautiful golden waves and gorgeous blue eyes, with a half-smile that shows pain and love? Don’t fall now – life is complicated; she is amazing.
forever
*click*, the lit flame flickered for a second before passing onto the cotton match.
it drops to the floor
red and orange mixes as the last lost memories of us fade into burned oblivion
kuri
i saw her on the velvet green seat
sitting upright with hands clenched compulsively rubbing
i saw her and knew from that day on that
she was the one, the match
kuri
Hip stash peter’s match is paul, though he’s consumed by the doom mary brings with her rings shaped like sour grapes. If his match does come its in the shape of a smoking crater
Derek
to light a fire in my heart I want to find the perfect match
Chris
He was made for her but she wasnt his. not yet, he would have to wait a year.
She thought of him all the time and he thought of her the same.
What would she do without him.
Kyah
A match can bring happiness and joy to all. It is a handheld reminder of the gift given to us by the Greek God Prometheus. Prometheus was punished by Zeus for doing so. Thanks Promethues!
Joshua Farmer
A perfect match is a fabrication by society. It doesn’t exist and anyone who tells you that it exists is either lying to themselves or caught in a shitty arbitrary fabrication that will no doubt end up ruling their opinions.
Fuck eternity. Fuck togetherness. Live as an individual and loathe the idea of a unit to learn to embrace an individual.
Ryan
so unusual, so unnervingly natural
falling into place
the epitome of grace,
a dream, I have fully realized.
there are only shades of grey,
but they will all see black and white.
we’ll never know if we never try –
the chance will never come, I’m afraid;
I pray to face the light.
match contest competition fight race altercation duel all i want is a simple conversation neither of us trying to prove the other wrong but place for each to speak up and be heard is that so hard???
Matches to sulfuric, fire to paper; a blazing inferno awaits your disuse.
often our actions dnt match our r desires which becme greatest cause of stress
body and soul
THE MATCH WAS LIT AND FELL INTO THE PETROL, THE FLAMES SNAKED TOWARDS THE WAREHOUSE, THERE WAS A BRIEF SILENCE BEFORE THE ENTIRE STRUCTURE WAS ENVELOPED IN FLAMES, A LOUD BOOM RINGING OUT.
The match in my hand was wet and I couldn’t get it to light. I always hated my birthday anyway.
A sporting match is a game. For instance, a football match is a game of football. Match can also mean two things go together. For instance, if two things match, they are suited together. A match stick is used to make fire.
duality is crucial to our understanding of ourselves. we are meaningless without a partner, either positively or negatively, in love or in conflict. by ourselves we are not complete.
Match… a perfect match. Finding your soulmate and living the dream of a perfect match. Yup, heaven on earth.
There is currently a political match, or contest if you will going on in our country. The Progressives versus the American ideal. I can only hope and count on the vigor of the American to propel us toward a time of Freedom, Liberty, and a right to keep ones property.
i describe match as someone that simly fits you even dow wordless.. i dont know, maybe its chemistry or something else.. but for the truth, i think ive been there and i know its not easy to find.. all we can do is just keep searching for this “match”..
Match set. Tennis match. Love this word and the memories of playing tennis with my father.
There was a woman on the bus the other day who’s head was covered in hair the colour of a match end. It wasn’t even a nice colour and to be honest, she obviosuly thought she was more attractive than she actually was. Short bright match head coloured hair minger.
Match is a funny little word. It can light your fire, it can make your outfit and someday it’ll find you the one.
It’s so hard to match. My insides are a gooey marshmallow fluff, with those annoying little stands flying everywhere on everything that approaches.
My outsides–well, what can I do? My insides that are marshmallow fluff. What matches with that?
Match. I can’t remember the last time I lit a match on fire. I love the smell of burning, so warm. And the crackling of stuff on fire. I’m not a pyro, honest.
Oh, and I would also like to find someone to match ME. Matchmake me.
A match can cause fire. Something really powerful and beautiful. But sometimes fire burns and you end up with scars. A match is a piece of wood or it can be the joining of two people. Love is powerful so is fire and both can come from a match. Coincidence? I think not.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
I lit a match, and it burnt a massive wildfire.
Some call me a pyromaniac, but I just like fire.
And repetition.
I wish I could set a match to my entire world right now. Life is hard. It can only go up from here, though!
Mira,, the matchmaker who loves to wear mismatched clothes is still single.
He lit the match and watched as in a matter of seconds it had fizzled to a black scorch with a nasty aroma. “This is life,” he thought to himself. You burn and then you burn out. He grabbed the lighter from his coat pocket and lit a cigarette. “Nah,” he thought, “This is life. You burn shit up and you throw the case away.”
match made in heaven? there’s no such thing. Everything that seems permanent in this life isn’t. everything is fleeting. no man is an island, because islands feel no pain. loss is a natural part of life, albeit the least anticipated. Fuck loss. Fuck losing. Justin’s always losing.
No one could match Elianora, her tireless pursuit of balloons across the plains and over the hills. She employed the most exaggerated gallop, her tall hat flying off despite how tightly she jammed it onto her pale head, and for my money, she chased those gaudy bubbles with limitless inspiration. She was the Picasso of Floating Toys.
match me with kindness wherever it is, match me with the warm goodness of the morning sun, and gentle breezes from the shore
match I and you. It seems it was a good one. But not so sure now. Maybe a rematch will clarify it.
Match my heart to your dream puzzle
I really just don’t care anymore
Match me. Go on and match me. Follow my every move around the driveway, through the yard, flying like a plane, hopping forwards then back, skipping (not trotting). Go on and light me up. Be a match.
Matchstick. Always was a funny word. To think a stick, a prickly stick, could match with anything screams fallacy. Although, I suppose if one found a rose with the such perfect thorns, it would do the trick.
to join, become with another, to be placed in the right place, its fate, its destiny, match
she tried to call her back,
don’t hate me
she pleaded and begged
but nothingness is what she got, and pain and jealousy and anger,
and matches that burn her fingertips because she
holds them too long and never lights the candle
that
is supposed to show her the way
because
she doesn’t want to see the way – she wants to see her.
Careful now; little princesses dream for little princes, with beautiful chocolate ringlets and handsome chocolate eyes, with a perfect smile. But when when you dream for princesses with beautiful golden waves and gorgeous blue eyes, with a half-smile that shows pain and love? Don’t fall now – life is complicated; she is amazing.
*click*, the lit flame flickered for a second before passing onto the cotton match.
it drops to the floor
red and orange mixes as the last lost memories of us fade into burned oblivion
i saw her on the velvet green seat
sitting upright with hands clenched compulsively rubbing
i saw her and knew from that day on that
she was the one, the match
Hip stash peter’s match is paul, though he’s consumed by the doom mary brings with her rings shaped like sour grapes. If his match does come its in the shape of a smoking crater
to light a fire in my heart I want to find the perfect match
He was made for her but she wasnt his. not yet, he would have to wait a year.
She thought of him all the time and he thought of her the same.
What would she do without him.
A match can bring happiness and joy to all. It is a handheld reminder of the gift given to us by the Greek God Prometheus. Prometheus was punished by Zeus for doing so. Thanks Promethues!
A perfect match is a fabrication by society. It doesn’t exist and anyone who tells you that it exists is either lying to themselves or caught in a shitty arbitrary fabrication that will no doubt end up ruling their opinions.
Fuck eternity. Fuck togetherness. Live as an individual and loathe the idea of a unit to learn to embrace an individual.
so unusual, so unnervingly natural
falling into place
the epitome of grace,
a dream, I have fully realized.
there are only shades of grey,
but they will all see black and white.
we’ll never know if we never try –
the chance will never come, I’m afraid;
I pray to face the light.