If the beach feels to the coldness of wintertime, how fair that would seem in a land of ice. But, the beach is a warmth that brings me across to the western side.
waiting there on the the coarse sand of the beach I though to myself “Is she coming, or will I be waiting for the moon just as I had before.” I hoped to all things precious that she was coming, becaue the sight of the wanning moon would perhaps be the death of me this time.
it’s like the place i used to go, which was never as sandy as i wanted and always sandier than i wanted to be in my bathing suit. it’s the place that he wants to take me, but we’ll never go. it’s the place where i should be.
Sand and surf and the sun beating down on me. My skin darkening, banishing the pasty pale of winter for the sun-loving glow of summer. The water cold on my warmed skin. Heaven.
I went to the beach today. My son made sandcastles and my husband got sunburned. I brought my umbrella and didn’t fall asleep; my skin is OK. The water was blue and brown.
Waves slapped the shore at random, whipped up by the wind off shore. I would go surfing but don’t want to, wouldn’t want to miss the view. Sometimes the sea takes me out with it and then returns me, washed up on the shore, like a drowned sailor and I don’t even care. It’s worth the trip, just to be part of the tide.
The beach had always been my favorite place. There was nothing in the world more tranquil then walking on the sand, still cool from the night, in the early hours of the morning before the beach was overrun with families. The quiet air provided the perfect vehicle for the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore.
The beach is a place without fear. The sound of the waves and the look of the bright water in the morning calms even the most fearful of people. The sea, how can you not love it when you sit on the beach and watch it lap away at the shore?
The beach is by far the most peaceful thing in this world. The sound of the ocean. The feeling of the sand. These things can make even the most stressed person feel relaxed. The memories of the beach give me a warm sensation that gives me peace.
this summer i wanted to go to the beach because that’s what you do in the summer but things had to be messed up in every way so will we ever go because i don’t know when i’ll have time or when you’ll be free but you say you’ll always be free for me.
I spread my beach towel over the hot sand and dug a bottle of SPF 30 sunscreen from the dark recesses of my pool bag. All along the coast, other vacationers had set up folding chairs and brightly colored umbrellas that now dotted the beach like giant, rainbow flowers.
I would love to go to the beach. It’s been years since I have been and it reminds me of my childhood, when I lived in California. Hopefully I will be able to go this weekend when I go to a family reunion with my mom. I havent seen the family since I was 3, and I’m 20 now.
poison memories – a sad array of consciousness that pains me. sunny sorrows amidst a daydream sky in a place full of lies and childhood. A dead heart and a mind in the sand. Goodbyes are never happy when they end – but what happens when they never begin?
Someplace the sun always shines.
Someplace is always golden, bright.
That someplace is not here.
Not today, not this morning.
Not after yesterday.
“Coach Matt died.”
I’d never seen Coach Junior cry. Never. The swollen redness of his face coupled with a shattered, salty wetness revealed a vulnerability so incredibly foreign and unrealistic that my mind could only react in the same manner.
It was bright, too bright in my own opinion, but it was a nice day. She was wearing her favorite swimsuit, I was in jeans and a button down shirt. I never was a swimmer.
I haven’t been to the beach in over a year. The last time I went was somewhat miserable. Well in all honestly it was REALLY miserable. Hopefully this year’s trip will be better. I can’t wait to feel the gritty sand rub against my feet, the cold water rush around my ankles. Despite some sucky beach trips I’ve had in the past, the beach is still my favorite place in the entire world to visit.
I’m on the beach with you and your stupid dog. I hate that dog. I hate it almost as much as I hate the fact that you pulled me out of the water. It’s your fault I jumped in.
beaches are fun enjoyable places where people can go swimming and tan. Its fun spending times there though sex on the beach is not pleasing. sand everywhere, not good. But board walks are and can be romantic !
As I walked along the sandy shores of Mexico I couldn’t help but take a moment to stop and take in the view. The sunset cast a pink hue across the beach that left me feeling like everything in the world was right.
you were surrounded by a blue light, shade of sun. your pale hazel eyes observing the empty place. your lips were like the sea; salty, cold, but embracing.
The beach, filled with salty air, with soft luxurious sand beneath my toes. I could curl up beneath sun, comforted by the warm glow all around me. With sea gulls squawking, I feel at home.
i miss how he usto take me to the beach. we would sit together and kiss all day until the sun went down. i usto loose myself in his kisses and hugs. they sent me to a dream where i didnt want to be awaken. i miss him so much i want him back.
the beach was crowded. Instead of watching the sky, listening to the seagulls and enjoying the tender touch of the surf, he had to think about avoiding being recognised.
tranquility
i miss how he usto take me and kiss me in the beach it was the best thing in the world i always got lost in his kisses and hugs. i dont know what to say anymore now i sit in the beach and cry without him i miss him sooo much i want him back
beaches. they’re kind of a lot of fun. i enjoy the water, hitting my feet, but the problem is that after they get wet, its really hard to get all the sand off. i don’t particularly like the beaches sometimes because i am embarrased of having of prosthetic and having to take it off and hop around.
I can remember the taste of your peppery skin, how warm you were and how soft your skin was. I kissed you until sunset, and I would never take it back.
The beach is a fun place to hang out. The waves are so powerful. They make me feel invigorated. I feel the power of an entity while I listen to the waves crash onto the shore. I hate the sand though. Always ruins everything. Stupid.
Although I really like going to the beach, because it’s nice and stuff, I don’t like going to the beach every year at Cape Cod with my family. You can only go boogie boarding so many times in one week.
If the beach feels to the coldness of wintertime, how fair that would seem in a land of ice. But, the beach is a warmth that brings me across to the western side.
waiting there on the the coarse sand of the beach I though to myself “Is she coming, or will I be waiting for the moon just as I had before.” I hoped to all things precious that she was coming, becaue the sight of the wanning moon would perhaps be the death of me this time.
Where the water meets the sand and the moon tells an ancient story. I am small.
it’s like the place i used to go, which was never as sandy as i wanted and always sandier than i wanted to be in my bathing suit. it’s the place that he wants to take me, but we’ll never go. it’s the place where i should be.
I crave for being at the seaside. I’m so sad that i can’t even dare to think it would be like to stay on the sand and sunbathe.
Sand and surf and the sun beating down on me. My skin darkening, banishing the pasty pale of winter for the sun-loving glow of summer. The water cold on my warmed skin. Heaven.
I went to the beach today. My son made sandcastles and my husband got sunburned. I brought my umbrella and didn’t fall asleep; my skin is OK. The water was blue and brown.
Waves slapped the shore at random, whipped up by the wind off shore. I would go surfing but don’t want to, wouldn’t want to miss the view. Sometimes the sea takes me out with it and then returns me, washed up on the shore, like a drowned sailor and I don’t even care. It’s worth the trip, just to be part of the tide.
I love the beach
Sand getting in every crevice
salt saturating your hair
your skin, your entirety
sun beating upon your
face
crash
I love the beach
The beach had always been my favorite place. There was nothing in the world more tranquil then walking on the sand, still cool from the night, in the early hours of the morning before the beach was overrun with families. The quiet air provided the perfect vehicle for the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore.
I do like the beach.
It is a good time for all.
So nice this year.
Was that a haiku?
The beach is a place without fear. The sound of the waves and the look of the bright water in the morning calms even the most fearful of people. The sea, how can you not love it when you sit on the beach and watch it lap away at the shore?
The beach is by far the most peaceful thing in this world. The sound of the ocean. The feeling of the sand. These things can make even the most stressed person feel relaxed. The memories of the beach give me a warm sensation that gives me peace.
this summer i wanted to go to the beach because that’s what you do in the summer but things had to be messed up in every way so will we ever go because i don’t know when i’ll have time or when you’ll be free but you say you’ll always be free for me.
It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Beach. You’ve always been a coy fellow, a little bit too flashy, though. Well, one day. One day I will outsmart you.
I spread my beach towel over the hot sand and dug a bottle of SPF 30 sunscreen from the dark recesses of my pool bag. All along the coast, other vacationers had set up folding chairs and brightly colored umbrellas that now dotted the beach like giant, rainbow flowers.
I would love to go to the beach. It’s been years since I have been and it reminds me of my childhood, when I lived in California. Hopefully I will be able to go this weekend when I go to a family reunion with my mom. I havent seen the family since I was 3, and I’m 20 now.
poison memories – a sad array of consciousness that pains me. sunny sorrows amidst a daydream sky in a place full of lies and childhood. A dead heart and a mind in the sand. Goodbyes are never happy when they end – but what happens when they never begin?
Someplace the sun always shines.
Someplace is always golden, bright.
That someplace is not here.
Not today, not this morning.
Not after yesterday.
“Coach Matt died.”
I’d never seen Coach Junior cry. Never. The swollen redness of his face coupled with a shattered, salty wetness revealed a vulnerability so incredibly foreign and unrealistic that my mind could only react in the same manner.
It was bright, too bright in my own opinion, but it was a nice day. She was wearing her favorite swimsuit, I was in jeans and a button down shirt. I never was a swimmer.
sand water birds
i think i was happy
maybe i wasn’t
its doesn’t matter
all that does is the story
the day had just started
I haven’t been to the beach in over a year. The last time I went was somewhat miserable. Well in all honestly it was REALLY miserable. Hopefully this year’s trip will be better. I can’t wait to feel the gritty sand rub against my feet, the cold water rush around my ankles. Despite some sucky beach trips I’ve had in the past, the beach is still my favorite place in the entire world to visit.
I’m on the beach with you and your stupid dog. I hate that dog. I hate it almost as much as I hate the fact that you pulled me out of the water. It’s your fault I jumped in.
The young children held hands and skipped along the beach without a care in the world.
beaches are fun enjoyable places where people can go swimming and tan. Its fun spending times there though sex on the beach is not pleasing. sand everywhere, not good. But board walks are and can be romantic !
As I walked along the sandy shores of Mexico I couldn’t help but take a moment to stop and take in the view. The sunset cast a pink hue across the beach that left me feeling like everything in the world was right.
The Beach. Everything about it makes me think of you…
you were surrounded by a blue light, shade of sun. your pale hazel eyes observing the empty place. your lips were like the sea; salty, cold, but embracing.
Damn the beach, the sun, the rash-like burn as I stand hip deep in the ocean’s surf feeling my skin char under the damn sun. Ouch.
Sandy silicone grating friction. Late night gyrations and over amplified expectations.
The beach, filled with salty air, with soft luxurious sand beneath my toes. I could curl up beneath sun, comforted by the warm glow all around me. With sea gulls squawking, I feel at home.
i miss how he usto take me to the beach. we would sit together and kiss all day until the sun went down. i usto loose myself in his kisses and hugs. they sent me to a dream where i didnt want to be awaken. i miss him so much i want him back.
the beach was crowded. Instead of watching the sky, listening to the seagulls and enjoying the tender touch of the surf, he had to think about avoiding being recognised.
tranquility
i miss how he usto take me and kiss me in the beach it was the best thing in the world i always got lost in his kisses and hugs. i dont know what to say anymore now i sit in the beach and cry without him i miss him sooo much i want him back
beaches. they’re kind of a lot of fun. i enjoy the water, hitting my feet, but the problem is that after they get wet, its really hard to get all the sand off. i don’t particularly like the beaches sometimes because i am embarrased of having of prosthetic and having to take it off and hop around.
I can remember the taste of your peppery skin, how warm you were and how soft your skin was. I kissed you until sunset, and I would never take it back.
sand-swipe crab claws attack my salty toes, wave breaks.
The beach is a fun place to hang out. The waves are so powerful. They make me feel invigorated. I feel the power of an entity while I listen to the waves crash onto the shore. I hate the sand though. Always ruins everything. Stupid.
at the beach, the waves were hitting the sand calmily, but constantly, in that rhythm that could make you forget what was going on around you.
Although I really like going to the beach, because it’s nice and stuff, I don’t like going to the beach every year at Cape Cod with my family. You can only go boogie boarding so many times in one week.