the beach haunts me. it has reoccurred so many times in my life, and now, I’m moving away from it. 45 miles to be exact. am i running from something i’m afraid of? I still haven’t been able to step foot in the water this whole year. why is that? will I ever truly love the ocean again?
Warm sand, baking skin, toasty towels, everything is warm. Then it’s night and it’s cool. Night and day, perfection…except for dead jellyfish and retarded people. Oh, and little sandstorms flinging tiny grains of PAIN against your bare flesh.
I struck the point of the crusty rowboat into the freshly uncovered beach, the wave just barely rolled back past the engine tiller handle when I saw the light through the woods. It was broad daylight, but this light burned night and day, hooked up to a 1940’s diesel that ran on an unknown supply of fuel. I had one pack, black, salt stained and covered with ropes and gear on the outside, everything it would hold. 2 pops from behind me, somewhere offshore. This was about as home as it would get.
beach – where i’m going in less than a week. i’ve never been this excited for a trip abroad in my life – well not since i was in junior school anyway. i don’t know what it is, perhaps now i’m 18 i’ve graduated somewhat into a new stage of travelling excitement – it’s the of going somewhere new
there is a beach it’s pretty nice lots of sand and waves I can’t think about it all that well but I believe there wwere some dolphins crystal yi is a cool person i can’t swim in the water unless there is a beach what and how umbrellas beach week Eric Dale. How does this work? and How shall I proceed? And what about the sharks and the tourists and the sand that whips upon the beach? Where is the entrance and exit, where are the bubbles delineated and filled and erased cleanly? What is there to do on a beach? WIll you mutilate your mind? Where is the tunnel don’t think don’t speak just killing and spilling on the beach. When does it end and where does it end when you cannot see but as the mist clears and the waves are accepted back into the surf and you begin to breathe again where will you go when the sun has ruun out of energy? How shall you presume? and how shall I begin? When you can feel more love for a poem or a piece of music than any person you’ve ever met?
I went to the beach yesterday. The beach seems like the only place where I can sit and think, really think. And somehow, even the beach reminds me of you. Did you know that we never went there together? You’re in the sound of the waves, and the rushing of the wind. Coming to find me when I can feel you the most.
I went to the beach yesterday. The beach seems like the only place where I can sit and think, really think. And somehow, even the beach reminds me of you. Did you know that we never went there together?
I went to the beach in april. I haven’t been since i was a child. it was a wonderful time with my husband and myself. It was like two turtles returning to the sea. it was beautiful
Writing about the beach again. Looks like they switch their daily words a little later in the day. Maybe on Pacific time. I do wish I could be watching the sunset over the Pacific shoreline this morning. That’d be beautiful. Sigh.
I wanna go to the beach….where there nothing i wanna do.Just listen to the waves…
I once read that if you listen to the waves any music is inappropriate,i now understand…
one beach after another
the days follow the same
empty and unchallenging
windswept and cold
you can’t find the yellow flags
the rips are all you see
darkness and shadows
following you into the depths
When I go to the beach I like to walk on the wet sand because the footprints I make always disappear. I wish life was like that, where the choices you make don’t really matter.
He stands on the shore, toes hidden in the pale sand, no different than the countless days before. And he looks out towards the crashing waves, to the ocean he craves; wanting nothing more than to go back. Hopelessly wishing for some past life he can’t even remember; the tide rushing in and retreating in sync with his heart, connecting him to some memory he isn’t even sure is his.
Klares Wasser umspült meine Füße. Ich höre das Rauschen des Meeres.
Einsam ist es hier. Ich bin allein.
Werde ich je wieder zurück finden?
Will ich je wieder zurück finden?
Ansgespült, wie Treibgut. Leben wie ein Tier.
Das ist es was ich mir gewünscht habe in der schnellen, stressigen Welt der Zivilisation.
a beach is a great place to chill out with friends and family.
It normally has sand and lots and lots of water.
I like the beach even though I’ve been dumped by the surf millions of times.
My friends like it too.
Dammit, I already have been here. I already know this place. Stop sending me in circles, stop confusing me. I have been here before. Right? I know this, I know this… Why does it seem so…. not familiar. Like it’s changed. Maybe you’ve changed. Maybe I’ve changed
smear your lipstick on my cheek, form words with fingertips, to speak would break this silent bliss, I’ve been held captive by your kiss, innocent flowers and incense repeat, “was there a word I can borrow for love?” but instead they left, wordless in a world of moving tongues and teeth, swimming for something beyond the beach, just beyond their reach…
the beach today was awful, the restrooms were dirty like mexico. sandy sandy beach gets sand in my dslr while changing lens, so i don’t change lenses while at the sandy sandy beach.
The beach is a place i love to go. i love the cold water, the hot sand, and the breeze that is so calming. I love to go and feel relaxed. I feel loved and safe near the water on a sunny day. I just know things are okay when i watch the waves come calming up to the shore and go back into the ocean, i love the endless water over the horizon.
The waves against the shore create music. Crash, crash, crash – the tempo of the dance. Dancers twirl and step, wet sand squidging between toes. Life is simple, if you let it be. Like a beach and the waves, you can have simple.
if I could tell you how I used to dig through the hot sand, searching for buried treasure with my sisters, I would tell you that I wish I could turn back time instead of telling you. The beach is a safe haven, between worlds
One by one we walked over the dunes to see the beach. we always thought of it as our get away space, even though now it had turned into some kind of last resort. We all looked around, somewhat shocked that it was empty even though each one of us somehow knew that would be the case. I felt like I was the only one who saw the quaint beauty in it, even though it wasn’t the time to be observing such temporary traits that will eventually, like most other things have, fade away
The waves crash softly against the shore, drumming against my ears in tune to some natural beat the earth has created to go along with the natural rythum and harmony. I run, my feet thudding against the sand,
I don’t like going to the beach, because most beaches nowadays are littered with trash not only from beachgoers camping out in the sand for the day, but from the litter that gets in the water itself. and then you have all the seaweed/kelp looking stuff and tree pieces.
I love the water, the sand between my toes and the sounds of the birds cawing as they dive into the water sesarching for their next meal. The children run across the sand
the beach is relaxing and calm. great place to sit or lie down and read a good book. sunny days are the best, you may even see some good looking people, and yet maybe not so good looking…
i love the sun and the beach. the most peaceful moment i’ve had was once on spring break lying on the warms sand with the sun filling up my soul with all that it had been missing. it was like i was attached to a big battery of love that I had been needing a connection to for months
the beach serenity …beautiful and untouched…forever changing like my soul so futile is the search for happiness…confusion and sadness cloud view of the glorious ocean ahead …lost is sands of time the doldrums of my brain destine to be forgotten i am but a dune traveling only where the wind will take me …so frail a whisper…gone
Didn’t I already do this one? No. Wait. THe other one was “tide.” Anyway, the beach reminds me of the scene in the “l word” when jennie schecter goes off on the little blow up boat out into the open water. Before her creative masterpiece was created.
sun, sand and beach are beautiful to enjoy in combination; picking seashells on the beach can be harmless childlike delight.
the beach haunts me. it has reoccurred so many times in my life, and now, I’m moving away from it. 45 miles to be exact. am i running from something i’m afraid of? I still haven’t been able to step foot in the water this whole year. why is that? will I ever truly love the ocean again?
Warm sand, baking skin, toasty towels, everything is warm. Then it’s night and it’s cool. Night and day, perfection…except for dead jellyfish and retarded people. Oh, and little sandstorms flinging tiny grains of PAIN against your bare flesh.
I struck the point of the crusty rowboat into the freshly uncovered beach, the wave just barely rolled back past the engine tiller handle when I saw the light through the woods. It was broad daylight, but this light burned night and day, hooked up to a 1940’s diesel that ran on an unknown supply of fuel. I had one pack, black, salt stained and covered with ropes and gear on the outside, everything it would hold. 2 pops from behind me, somewhere offshore. This was about as home as it would get.
beach – where i’m going in less than a week. i’ve never been this excited for a trip abroad in my life – well not since i was in junior school anyway. i don’t know what it is, perhaps now i’m 18 i’ve graduated somewhat into a new stage of travelling excitement – it’s the of going somewhere new
there is a beach it’s pretty nice lots of sand and waves I can’t think about it all that well but I believe there wwere some dolphins crystal yi is a cool person i can’t swim in the water unless there is a beach what and how umbrellas beach week Eric Dale. How does this work? and How shall I proceed? And what about the sharks and the tourists and the sand that whips upon the beach? Where is the entrance and exit, where are the bubbles delineated and filled and erased cleanly? What is there to do on a beach? WIll you mutilate your mind? Where is the tunnel don’t think don’t speak just killing and spilling on the beach. When does it end and where does it end when you cannot see but as the mist clears and the waves are accepted back into the surf and you begin to breathe again where will you go when the sun has ruun out of energy? How shall you presume? and how shall I begin? When you can feel more love for a poem or a piece of music than any person you’ve ever met?
I went to the beach yesterday. The beach seems like the only place where I can sit and think, really think. And somehow, even the beach reminds me of you. Did you know that we never went there together? You’re in the sound of the waves, and the rushing of the wind. Coming to find me when I can feel you the most.
I went to the beach yesterday. The beach seems like the only place where I can sit and think, really think. And somehow, even the beach reminds me of you. Did you know that we never went there together?
I went to the beach in april. I haven’t been since i was a child. it was a wonderful time with my husband and myself. It was like two turtles returning to the sea. it was beautiful
Writing about the beach again. Looks like they switch their daily words a little later in the day. Maybe on Pacific time. I do wish I could be watching the sunset over the Pacific shoreline this morning. That’d be beautiful. Sigh.
I wanna go to the beach….where there nothing i wanna do.Just listen to the waves…
I once read that if you listen to the waves any music is inappropriate,i now understand…
one beach after another
the days follow the same
empty and unchallenging
windswept and cold
you can’t find the yellow flags
the rips are all you see
darkness and shadows
following you into the depths
Sunny. Salt water. Bathing suits. Body surfing. Sunbathing.
The beach. Sandy grains smudged into the inners of every possibly gap available in the body. Amongst the squeeming.
When I go to the beach I like to walk on the wet sand because the footprints I make always disappear. I wish life was like that, where the choices you make don’t really matter.
beautiful, peaceful, tides, water flowing, volleyball, nature at its best. sand, sea shells beneath d water buried in sand
He stands on the shore, toes hidden in the pale sand, no different than the countless days before. And he looks out towards the crashing waves, to the ocean he craves; wanting nothing more than to go back. Hopelessly wishing for some past life he can’t even remember; the tide rushing in and retreating in sync with his heart, connecting him to some memory he isn’t even sure is his.
Klares Wasser umspült meine Füße. Ich höre das Rauschen des Meeres.
Einsam ist es hier. Ich bin allein.
Werde ich je wieder zurück finden?
Will ich je wieder zurück finden?
Ansgespült, wie Treibgut. Leben wie ein Tier.
Das ist es was ich mir gewünscht habe in der schnellen, stressigen Welt der Zivilisation.
Bleiben, bis in alle Ewigkeit!
Ahhh, I feel immense. Rotund. Broke my seams at an early lunch. I dare you to roll me back to sea. Sixty seconds goes by quick.
a beach is a great place to chill out with friends and family.
It normally has sand and lots and lots of water.
I like the beach even though I’ve been dumped by the surf millions of times.
My friends like it too.
Dammit, I already have been here. I already know this place. Stop sending me in circles, stop confusing me. I have been here before. Right? I know this, I know this… Why does it seem so…. not familiar. Like it’s changed. Maybe you’ve changed. Maybe I’ve changed
smear your lipstick on my cheek, form words with fingertips, to speak would break this silent bliss, I’ve been held captive by your kiss, innocent flowers and incense repeat, “was there a word I can borrow for love?” but instead they left, wordless in a world of moving tongues and teeth, swimming for something beyond the beach, just beyond their reach…
the beach today was awful, the restrooms were dirty like mexico. sandy sandy beach gets sand in my dslr while changing lens, so i don’t change lenses while at the sandy sandy beach.
The beach is a place i love to go. i love the cold water, the hot sand, and the breeze that is so calming. I love to go and feel relaxed. I feel loved and safe near the water on a sunny day. I just know things are okay when i watch the waves come calming up to the shore and go back into the ocean, i love the endless water over the horizon.
The waves against the shore create music. Crash, crash, crash – the tempo of the dance. Dancers twirl and step, wet sand squidging between toes. Life is simple, if you let it be. Like a beach and the waves, you can have simple.
if I could tell you how I used to dig through the hot sand, searching for buried treasure with my sisters, I would tell you that I wish I could turn back time instead of telling you. The beach is a safe haven, between worlds
One by one we walked over the dunes to see the beach. we always thought of it as our get away space, even though now it had turned into some kind of last resort. We all looked around, somewhat shocked that it was empty even though each one of us somehow knew that would be the case. I felt like I was the only one who saw the quaint beauty in it, even though it wasn’t the time to be observing such temporary traits that will eventually, like most other things have, fade away
The waves crash softly against the shore, drumming against my ears in tune to some natural beat the earth has created to go along with the natural rythum and harmony. I run, my feet thudding against the sand,
a beached whale… beaches was a good movie… i love venice beach…. beachnut gum… beaches rock
Summer is incomplete without someone to spend time with. Until then, I’ll hold on these sands like it was your hands.
I don’t like going to the beach, because most beaches nowadays are littered with trash not only from beachgoers camping out in the sand for the day, but from the litter that gets in the water itself. and then you have all the seaweed/kelp looking stuff and tree pieces.
I love the water, the sand between my toes and the sounds of the birds cawing as they dive into the water sesarching for their next meal. The children run across the sand
the beach is relaxing and calm. great place to sit or lie down and read a good book. sunny days are the best, you may even see some good looking people, and yet maybe not so good looking…
The beach, with it’s sand in all 5,000,000 places on your body.
The babes in barely there bikini’s.
The men who’s ripped abs put the rips to shame.
The beach is one place that i have gone but hate getting sunburns!
i looooooooooove the sea!~ i hate crowded beaches. i just want to be just me, the sun, the sea and someone next to me.. on not. :P
where i sit and surf and kneel and stand, flowing forward on the plane of momentum and balance. salty seas, sea weed
i love the sun and the beach. the most peaceful moment i’ve had was once on spring break lying on the warms sand with the sun filling up my soul with all that it had been missing. it was like i was attached to a big battery of love that I had been needing a connection to for months
the beach serenity …beautiful and untouched…forever changing like my soul so futile is the search for happiness…confusion and sadness cloud view of the glorious ocean ahead …lost is sands of time the doldrums of my brain destine to be forgotten i am but a dune traveling only where the wind will take me …so frail a whisper…gone
Didn’t I already do this one? No. Wait. THe other one was “tide.” Anyway, the beach reminds me of the scene in the “l word” when jennie schecter goes off on the little blow up boat out into the open water. Before her creative masterpiece was created.