i love the beach. it is warm and special. it is summer. it is memories. it is life. life is a beach. waves crashing. children laughing. sunburns and sunscreen. life is a breeze. life is a beach.
Florida’s known for its beaches. We’ve got so many of them it’d be hard to point out that, hey, we’ve got oranges and castles (synthetic) and rocket ships and, oh yeah, old people. Lots and lots of old people. With drugs. We have a drug problem, too. Florida’s known for its drug problem.
Why did she have to bring me here. Those waves, children, crabs. She could get caught in a dune and you know I can’t save her. I won’t save her. I mean, if I could, then sure I’d try. Of course I’d try! What kind of person do you take me for? But I can’t go out there. Why would I even waste the effort?
I want to live by the beach again, across the street at the farthest. I want to wake and put on a bathing suit and hit the waves fearlessly. I want to be five again.
The water was cold, beyond bracing and into freezing. My feet hurt when I picked them up and put them down. I kept walking anyway, along the coast, listening to the beachcombers on one side and the whispers of the waves on the other.
Alone on the sand, I lift my hand to shade the sun. Staring out at the water I wonder about life. About how things come to be, about how much I have lost and loved. I wiggle my toes, happy at what life has brought me to.
as i lay upon the beach, watching the skies change; the waves crash down across my flesh. leaving a cool, fresh feeling as the sun dries it from my skin. leaving a tingle of salt, a shimmer of its presence. the ocean leaves it’s taste on my body.
two blocks can seem like an ocean when you’re trapped inside your own mind. occasionally she idly wonders why she pays for beach front property, pays for a view she never notices and a beach she never visits. but thoughts are not the purview of the mind-trap, feelings are. thoughts inevitably slip away to pure shuddering pain, and longing. the kind without thought, purpose or object. pure emotion.
The sand crawls around the edges of my body as I lay, book in hand, staring at the water, but nothing at all. In this moment, I am alone, and yet, I am more connected with the world around me than I have ever been. This day, I am happy. This day, I have found freedom.
i love the ocean and smelling the air with the sound of the waves in the background and hearing the seagulls out in the distance and feeling the sand between your toes. it feels so amazing.
Sometimes at the beach I contemplate where I’ve been and where I’m going. It seems as if life is a bunch of cross roads that takes you from one place to the other. As if you never have anytime to just slow down and look at where you currently are. Why cant life be easier, instead of increasingly more difficult? Why cant the car just stop?
I walked with her on the beach. She looked at me and smiled. I knew our parents wouldn’t approve, but I loved her. I wanted nothing but to be with her for the rest of my life. Her eyes, hair. . . everything about her, I love.
i want to be there. at the island on the beach.
just sitting there with my girlfriend.
doing nothing
nothing and nothing an nothing
but loving each other!
The beach was the last place I wanted to be at a time like this, but the only place I know I needed to be. I could see the rock I knew was important and bounded towards it. It was a matter of life and death–just not *mine*. I sped up a little when I saw his limp body draped over the ragged stone, and I’m grateful that I know to trust my instincts.
wish i were at one. or do i? I don’t like the sun. I don’t really care for the beach. Who wants to feel sand in between their toes? Well…it might be nice. For a while.
Laying on the beach. Soft, warm sand. The sun shining on your face. Summer is a time for happiness. Carefree and wonderful. Full of relaxation and surprise.
warm sand sand in my toes, great ocean, breeze, summer, CALIFORNIA GIRLS, time to relax, sunglasses, tan, forever youngg, c’mon and party, love is in the air, seagulls, eternity, margarita
The two lovers walked together up the long, narrow beach. The stars shone brightly against the rich deep blue of the sky, the other ocean. The real ocean shone the starlight as well as the waves pounded the shoreline they walked. But was it real? Which of the vast expanses was touchable, for could either one really be reached?
Playing in the sand, and with friends. A symbol of summer, sun and fun! Romantic or playful, the beach is so many things, so open and vast ready for you to explore
one of the most awesome places in the world. I like to nap there, it’s so peaceful and yet so powerful. Especially here on the Pacific. The ocean is a mighty force and God stops it’s reaches here at the land’s end. It truly is beautiful.
There is something about going to the beach. The salty air, the possibilities of sand castles and underwater treasures await discovery. The combination of saltiness, spray, sun and the warmth of your towel make for the best sleep at the end of the day.
the beach was serene, beautiful. The water lapped at the shore, crystal clear and warm. This was paradise. Her heart ached to think she would ever have to leave.
nothing like it. the smell of freshness and vastness. the view that never ends. the thought that there may be way more within my line of sight than i could ever survive but somehow it brings me tranquility and assurance that i am where i belong. on the shore, watching out..safe, is that good?
Last time I went here, it was winter. The sand looked just liked snow and also felt just like it; cold. I don’t remember spring because I don’t remember you.
there we were, stunned by the way the clouds rolled over the ocean and the lightening struck into the sand. what have we done? destruction was evident in the city, but here on what should be the calm shores of the beach, we saw that our heavenly war has taken over all the earth and there was no escape for humanity
I know these entities to be held by the teenage folk of our kind as a sort of place to worship, worship the sun for all it brings us, worship the sea for the nutrient is carries. We worship all that it has and will always have: Fun.
Warm, sandy, sunset. It fills me with warmth and longing. Happy memories. Sun rays, getting color. Looking out at the ocean, its beauty. Seashells. Surrounded by beauty. Bliss.
The beach is a place where the water meets the sand. I wish that they didn’t have to meet. What if they never met? Is this possible? If they never met then we wouldn’t have sun tans, or pesky sea gulls. Sounds good to me.
There are so many beaches to visit. So many places to dream the day away. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a mermaid, to visit all these beaches without the hassle of crows, at my own leisure. I want to swim away from here and find a comforting place to be myself, just as a mermaid would. Oh, to be a mermaid.
I love watching high tides standing at da shOre… It feels lyk bEing in hEaven itsElf, is’nt it?
smelling da vaSt ocEan, hEaring da bird chirping, da slOw whispers of lOvers seems isOlated frOm da world. I witness mOther natUre at itx bEst thEre..
i love the beach. it is warm and special. it is summer. it is memories. it is life. life is a beach. waves crashing. children laughing. sunburns and sunscreen. life is a breeze. life is a beach.
A getaway; either
or an affront against a whale
to beach: to destroy
or merely sail
Florida’s known for its beaches. We’ve got so many of them it’d be hard to point out that, hey, we’ve got oranges and castles (synthetic) and rocket ships and, oh yeah, old people. Lots and lots of old people. With drugs. We have a drug problem, too. Florida’s known for its drug problem.
Why did she have to bring me here. Those waves, children, crabs. She could get caught in a dune and you know I can’t save her. I won’t save her. I mean, if I could, then sure I’d try. Of course I’d try! What kind of person do you take me for? But I can’t go out there. Why would I even waste the effort?
I want to live by the beach again, across the street at the farthest. I want to wake and put on a bathing suit and hit the waves fearlessly. I want to be five again.
The water was cold, beyond bracing and into freezing. My feet hurt when I picked them up and put them down. I kept walking anyway, along the coast, listening to the beachcombers on one side and the whispers of the waves on the other.
Beautiful and cool. My Love is able to visit this place each day and my lovliest dreams are of he and I there together…
Alone on the sand, I lift my hand to shade the sun. Staring out at the water I wonder about life. About how things come to be, about how much I have lost and loved. I wiggle my toes, happy at what life has brought me to.
la playa es bella
hace calor
y las gaviotas te miran
los caracolen andan
las brujas se levatan
las olas cambian
as i lay upon the beach, watching the skies change; the waves crash down across my flesh. leaving a cool, fresh feeling as the sun dries it from my skin. leaving a tingle of salt, a shimmer of its presence. the ocean leaves it’s taste on my body.
two blocks can seem like an ocean when you’re trapped inside your own mind. occasionally she idly wonders why she pays for beach front property, pays for a view she never notices and a beach she never visits. but thoughts are not the purview of the mind-trap, feelings are. thoughts inevitably slip away to pure shuddering pain, and longing. the kind without thought, purpose or object. pure emotion.
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The sand crawls around the edges of my body as I lay, book in hand, staring at the water, but nothing at all. In this moment, I am alone, and yet, I am more connected with the world around me than I have ever been. This day, I am happy. This day, I have found freedom.
i love the ocean and smelling the air with the sound of the waves in the background and hearing the seagulls out in the distance and feeling the sand between your toes. it feels so amazing.
Sometimes at the beach I contemplate where I’ve been and where I’m going. It seems as if life is a bunch of cross roads that takes you from one place to the other. As if you never have anytime to just slow down and look at where you currently are. Why cant life be easier, instead of increasingly more difficult? Why cant the car just stop?
I walked with her on the beach. She looked at me and smiled. I knew our parents wouldn’t approve, but I loved her. I wanted nothing but to be with her for the rest of my life. Her eyes, hair. . . everything about her, I love.
i want to be there. at the island on the beach.
just sitting there with my girlfriend.
doing nothing
nothing and nothing an nothing
but loving each other!
The beach was the last place I wanted to be at a time like this, but the only place I know I needed to be. I could see the rock I knew was important and bounded towards it. It was a matter of life and death–just not *mine*. I sped up a little when I saw his limp body draped over the ragged stone, and I’m grateful that I know to trust my instincts.
wish i were at one. or do i? I don’t like the sun. I don’t really care for the beach. Who wants to feel sand in between their toes? Well…it might be nice. For a while.
My Only Swerving by El Ten Eleven
i love the beach. it brings nice feelings when i visit. i can go night or day, and still hear the serenity of the waves, and it calms me.
Laying on the beach. Soft, warm sand. The sun shining on your face. Summer is a time for happiness. Carefree and wonderful. Full of relaxation and surprise.
warm sand sand in my toes, great ocean, breeze, summer, CALIFORNIA GIRLS, time to relax, sunglasses, tan, forever youngg, c’mon and party, love is in the air, seagulls, eternity, margarita
The two lovers walked together up the long, narrow beach. The stars shone brightly against the rich deep blue of the sky, the other ocean. The real ocean shone the starlight as well as the waves pounded the shoreline they walked. But was it real? Which of the vast expanses was touchable, for could either one really be reached?
sand and surf
water so blue
feeling the waves hit my toes
gulls cry
After a long day of wrestling with waves you can still feel them rocking you at night. It’s like they become a part of you.
Playing in the sand, and with friends. A symbol of summer, sun and fun! Romantic or playful, the beach is so many things, so open and vast ready for you to explore
one of the most awesome places in the world. I like to nap there, it’s so peaceful and yet so powerful. Especially here on the Pacific. The ocean is a mighty force and God stops it’s reaches here at the land’s end. It truly is beautiful.
The Beach. The Sand. The Water. The Tide. The Crabs. The Fish. The People. The Toys. The Children.The Fun. The Sun. The Beach.
Early mornings. Storms. Big winds. That’s when you’ll find me on the beach.
There is something about going to the beach. The salty air, the possibilities of sand castles and underwater treasures await discovery. The combination of saltiness, spray, sun and the warmth of your towel make for the best sleep at the end of the day.
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the beach was serene, beautiful. The water lapped at the shore, crystal clear and warm. This was paradise. Her heart ached to think she would ever have to leave.
nothing like it. the smell of freshness and vastness. the view that never ends. the thought that there may be way more within my line of sight than i could ever survive but somehow it brings me tranquility and assurance that i am where i belong. on the shore, watching out..safe, is that good?
Last time I went here, it was winter. The sand looked just liked snow and also felt just like it; cold. I don’t remember spring because I don’t remember you.
there we were, stunned by the way the clouds rolled over the ocean and the lightening struck into the sand. what have we done? destruction was evident in the city, but here on what should be the calm shores of the beach, we saw that our heavenly war has taken over all the earth and there was no escape for humanity
I know these entities to be held by the teenage folk of our kind as a sort of place to worship, worship the sun for all it brings us, worship the sea for the nutrient is carries. We worship all that it has and will always have: Fun.
Warm, sandy, sunset. It fills me with warmth and longing. Happy memories. Sun rays, getting color. Looking out at the ocean, its beauty. Seashells. Surrounded by beauty. Bliss.
The beach is a place where the water meets the sand. I wish that they didn’t have to meet. What if they never met? Is this possible? If they never met then we wouldn’t have sun tans, or pesky sea gulls. Sounds good to me.
There are so many beaches to visit. So many places to dream the day away. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a mermaid, to visit all these beaches without the hassle of crows, at my own leisure. I want to swim away from here and find a comforting place to be myself, just as a mermaid would. Oh, to be a mermaid.
I love watching high tides standing at da shOre… It feels lyk bEing in hEaven itsElf, is’nt it?
smelling da vaSt ocEan, hEaring da bird chirping, da slOw whispers of lOvers seems isOlated frOm da world. I witness mOther natUre at itx bEst thEre..