Sandy, the most gorgeous sunrise I’ve ever seen, sex on the beach cocktail, Charleston, SC, sandcastles, digging deep, deep holes with my cousins and going so deep I couldn’t hear the tide anymore, laughing, good times.
I have written about the beach a couple of times and I’m sure more things might come to mind. We wanted to go to the beach today, but it feels like a sauna outside. too bad. :[
So I saw that weird light over the sea. The beach was so bright even at night. That crazy scary feeling came to my body and made me cry asking for a new slice of pizza or a brand new job. What should I have done? Killed everyone to hide that secret? Cmon! I didn’t even had a gun. Only my pain spray. That thing sucks by the way.
I hope they won’t find out about me. I was just walking around. But my job is to keep people NOT awere of that kind of thing. Y know?
beach time is the time for crime and now I rhyme as I run out of time. I’m clamoring for the one thing that will allow me to finish but it will not clamor back. The sands of time slip through my fingers.
Things change. Everyone says it. Everyone knows it happens. One day, the castles in the sand of your childhood just don’t matter any more. Damn, I wish they did. I wish things didn’t have to change. But they do. The tide comes in, and everything washes away.
The beach is a beautiful place to go. Warm, sometimes hot, sand between your toes and the serene sound of waves crashing upon the shore. Nothing like watching your feet fade under the wet sand as the perpetual in and out of the waves covers them with sand…
He didn’t really understand why she touched him. Was it the feel of the sand on his skin that she liked? There had to have been something between her hand and his skin? The idea of anything else nauseated him. Of someone just liking, wanting, needing him, simply.
my ice cream cone is dripping and my hand is getting sticky. i guess i’ll go wash it off in the ocean… i have to pee anyway. maybe i’ll have a drink while i’m there too. gotta love the ocean.
its sunny. children are laughing and running around and splashing in the water. i am sitting close enough to the ocean so my feet can get wet, and the splashing of the children is hitting my face. it is annoying. i’d like nothing more than to kill them. dingding.. oh.. ice cream truck.
Kicking the can down the beach proved dull for the young man. He eyed a pair of girls sunbathing and thought that perhaps they were in need of some serious humor. So, he kicked the can away and made his approach.
The beach was calm today; the storm from the previous night was nowhere to be seen. Perfect weather for sandcastle building, as always. Wet sand can only improve the conditions required for such a laboriously fun task.
She looked avross the sands, all those animals splayed out in front of her. All those whales. Why did they come so close to shore? What had brought them all here, to die? It was as though something had called them up, had lead them to the shore. It seemed the whales would get their wish, despite the desperate efforts of humans like her. Wherever they were going, she hoped they’d be happy.
the beach in new hampshire weirs beach . i spent my childhood there amongst the smells of cotton candy and fried dough it was a magical place for a child to grow up.
i feel as though when things start to get sore, i just want to have a beach party. when i feel like i don’t want to fly down here anymore, i simply have a beach party. a goddamn beach party.
I ove the beach. I worry about the beaches along the gulf right now and how the oil is destroying it. I have some of my most fond childhood memories at the beach. It makes me sad that my children
There is but one place that I belong….where the waves tickle my feet and lull me to sleep. I am hopeful that the disaster will not change this place forever….
sometimes sunny, generally thought of as sunny, but every beach I’ve ever been living by rains like a motherfucker. I’m not sure why. I like rainy beaches. They mean summer, but then they’re raining and you think to yourself, “well this is funny” and let the fucking rain in for once because you can. because you don’t care. the beach without rain means it’ll be crowded and full of annoying skinny people and whiny children and creepy parents. so fuck that.
He spread his hands wide open, allowing the grains of sand to slip slowly from his palms. His feet dug into the grains and he slowly tilted his head back to stare up at the open sky. His chest heaved with a deep sigh as he reached for the bottle of whiskey setting buried in the sand at his side.
Jim had two bags with him. One was full of food, teh other was full of water balloons. Jess had no idea, of course. She’s find out the minute she bit into her pb&j.
When the beach comes into view, joy and hope spreads in the faces of the children. You can see the fascination in their eyes, the wonder and amazement that can only come from the innocence of youth. The sand was white as chalk. All I could think about was the heat. The children though did not even consider the temperature.
God I want to go to the beach soooo bad- I bought this awesome floppy hat that I ‘m going to wear the next time I go… But i have NO money to go to the beach with… I love the beach, like all your worries just float out into the ocean.. except the fear of being sunburnt…
i once lived near the beach. i got tired of going to it all alone. i’d sit there and play the mandolin at sunset by myself, it was horrible watching the sun go down.
Sandy, the most gorgeous sunrise I’ve ever seen, sex on the beach cocktail, Charleston, SC, sandcastles, digging deep, deep holes with my cousins and going so deep I couldn’t hear the tide anymore, laughing, good times.
I have written about the beach a couple of times and I’m sure more things might come to mind. We wanted to go to the beach today, but it feels like a sauna outside. too bad. :[
coco loco drink, blue crystal clear water, snorkleing vests on, royal carribean ship off in the distance, picture taking, memory making
So I saw that weird light over the sea. The beach was so bright even at night. That crazy scary feeling came to my body and made me cry asking for a new slice of pizza or a brand new job. What should I have done? Killed everyone to hide that secret? Cmon! I didn’t even had a gun. Only my pain spray. That thing sucks by the way.
I hope they won’t find out about me. I was just walking around. But my job is to keep people NOT awere of that kind of thing. Y know?
Beach is a beautiful relaxing place, filled up with hot boys XD lol, I love to swim :))
beach time is the time for crime and now I rhyme as I run out of time. I’m clamoring for the one thing that will allow me to finish but it will not clamor back. The sands of time slip through my fingers.
The sun is either a god or a tyrant. I wonder if they still make Tang.
As we were laying on the beach, he reached over and grabbed my hand. For the first time, I knew he loved me.
went there today. Overrated. Sun is either a god or a tyrant.
Things change. Everyone says it. Everyone knows it happens. One day, the castles in the sand of your childhood just don’t matter any more. Damn, I wish they did. I wish things didn’t have to change. But they do. The tide comes in, and everything washes away.
i get to think while I’m at the beach.
it doesn’t matter if it’s crowded or if it’s a lonely island.
i think with sand on my feet,
and a bottle of beer in my hand.
Waves. Pretty.
The beach is a beautiful place to go. Warm, sometimes hot, sand between your toes and the serene sound of waves crashing upon the shore. Nothing like watching your feet fade under the wet sand as the perpetual in and out of the waves covers them with sand…
He didn’t really understand why she touched him. Was it the feel of the sand on his skin that she liked? There had to have been something between her hand and his skin? The idea of anything else nauseated him. Of someone just liking, wanting, needing him, simply.
Sea, sex and sun. Gainsbourg, the good song. The 70’s and my youth.
my ice cream cone is dripping and my hand is getting sticky. i guess i’ll go wash it off in the ocean… i have to pee anyway. maybe i’ll have a drink while i’m there too. gotta love the ocean.
its sunny. children are laughing and running around and splashing in the water. i am sitting close enough to the ocean so my feet can get wet, and the splashing of the children is hitting my face. it is annoying. i’d like nothing more than to kill them. dingding.. oh.. ice cream truck.
Kicking the can down the beach proved dull for the young man. He eyed a pair of girls sunbathing and thought that perhaps they were in need of some serious humor. So, he kicked the can away and made his approach.
The beach was calm today; the storm from the previous night was nowhere to be seen. Perfect weather for sandcastle building, as always. Wet sand can only improve the conditions required for such a laboriously fun task.
The word of the day sucks. I don’t want to write about the beach. If anything I want to help the beach from BP’s stupid oil spills. Ughh.
it used to be a place to swim
now oil swims deep and thick like the tar the dinasaurs waded in many years ago
will what happen to them happen to us?
She looked avross the sands, all those animals splayed out in front of her. All those whales. Why did they come so close to shore? What had brought them all here, to die? It was as though something had called them up, had lead them to the shore. It seemed the whales would get their wish, despite the desperate efforts of humans like her. Wherever they were going, she hoped they’d be happy.
I was there once. Or twice. Or more?
I got my share of sunburn and seen a shark attack.
the beach in new hampshire weirs beach . i spent my childhood there amongst the smells of cotton candy and fried dough it was a magical place for a child to grow up.
i feel as though when things start to get sore, i just want to have a beach party. when i feel like i don’t want to fly down here anymore, i simply have a beach party. a goddamn beach party.
I long to be on a beach. To feel the warmth of the sun, the sand on my feet and the wind on my face. Salt air filling my lungs.
I ove the beach. I worry about the beaches along the gulf right now and how the oil is destroying it. I have some of my most fond childhood memories at the beach. It makes me sad that my children
Toxic, gets rid of stains, ruins dark clothes
There is but one place that I belong….where the waves tickle my feet and lull me to sleep. I am hopeful that the disaster will not change this place forever….
sometimes sunny, generally thought of as sunny, but every beach I’ve ever been living by rains like a motherfucker. I’m not sure why. I like rainy beaches. They mean summer, but then they’re raining and you think to yourself, “well this is funny” and let the fucking rain in for once because you can. because you don’t care. the beach without rain means it’ll be crowded and full of annoying skinny people and whiny children and creepy parents. so fuck that.
listening to the soft roar of the ocean, watching the sand falling through my fingers
He spread his hands wide open, allowing the grains of sand to slip slowly from his palms. His feet dug into the grains and he slowly tilted his head back to stare up at the open sky. His chest heaved with a deep sigh as he reached for the bottle of whiskey setting buried in the sand at his side.
There is only one place
Where you can get the wind with a taste of salt.
Only one place
Where you can bury your toes in sand
sunshine. fun. vacation.
Jim had two bags with him. One was full of food, teh other was full of water balloons. Jess had no idea, of course. She’s find out the minute she bit into her pb&j.
The sun in my eyes. Unbearable heat. I’m struggling to breathe. Such a pretty sight, but it’s wasted on me.
When the beach comes into view, joy and hope spreads in the faces of the children. You can see the fascination in their eyes, the wonder and amazement that can only come from the innocence of youth. The sand was white as chalk. All I could think about was the heat. The children though did not even consider the temperature.
boracay. white sand nice place to relax. show off some skin and enjoy the sun and water. being with friends make it much more fun.
Standing on the beach, staring out at the sail boats, I remember a time when I was sailing on the Great Salt Lake with my dad. Thanks for that, dad.
God I want to go to the beach soooo bad- I bought this awesome floppy hat that I ‘m going to wear the next time I go… But i have NO money to go to the beach with… I love the beach, like all your worries just float out into the ocean.. except the fear of being sunburnt…
i once lived near the beach. i got tired of going to it all alone. i’d sit there and play the mandolin at sunset by myself, it was horrible watching the sun go down.