i like the beach, the beach is fun. i’m watching tosh.0 and i really am not good at writing about certain things, such as the beach. I don’t know why, i never was good. holy shit this bar is going fast, i don’t think i will have enough time to finish what i wanted to say though i don’t remember what that’d be anyway.
The beach. Sand, waves. Blue. Yellow. Grey. I remember grey sand. Kind of like sludge or grime. It was like holding billions of tiny black rocks. An unfitting beach for a beautiful coast.
The beach can sometimes be the place of fun. For me I find it a place of solitude, I am never truly happy unless I have sunk my feet into the lush sand and stare at the mesmerising waves, it’s hypnotic and I forget all my problems.
It is full of sand. The kind of sand you find in graveyards and shopping mall trash cans. The kind of sand you wish never existed. It was here. It was the beach. And I was lying in it! My croaks for help went unheard for there wasn’t anyone to hear me. Help needed to come and soon if I was to make it out of here alive.
The feel of the sand between her toes, the scent of the air, the spray from the waves as they crashed on the shore, the sound of ocean, this is the beach to her.
I live pretty clos to the beach. Th beach is one of my favorit places to go. The nature and beauty in it all is too much to ask for. Watching sunsets at the pier and hearing the crashing of the waves always relaxes me.
Waves crashing on the shoreline never did relax me. I was always too intrigued, too adventurous, and maybe even a little too scared. I wouldn’t ever swim out to where my feet couldn’t touch the ground, though my curious mind would swim out miles ahead of me.
Waves crashing on the shoreline never did relax me. I was always too intrigued, to adventurous, and maybe even too scared. I would never swim past where my feet could touch the bottom, but my mind and my curiosity would swim out for miles.
School trip to the beach. How original. All of the girls would, of course, dress in the sluttiest bathing suits they could think of, and all of the guys would look at their chests. As was the natural order of things. I didn’t even know if I wanted to go, really.
nice weather with sand in her hair..her look into my eyes she has green eyes and the see is also green blue. the waves are just as they should be for surfing
she was at the beach, obscured by the sands of time. her mind travelled back and forth…. thinking, thinking, thinking. she could never just enjoy a moment. no. memories plagued her and yet saved her. she was always left behind, as she was chained to the past. as she watched the waves rush back and forth, her eyes were glazed and unafraid.
i go down to the coast,
where the waves hit the shore,
where surfers and people mingle in harmony,
where the wave is my oyster,
LIVE IT, RIDE IT, BECOME IT.
It’s sunny, and all I see it’s sand and water. People are having fun. Some swim, boats are on the horizon, some play with their kids.. it’s a nice day!
She always loved the beach. It started when her father first gave her her first shell on the eve of her seventh birthday, and since then, her fixation was an addiction.
She loved the beach for one more reason, she met him there. It was twilight, she was jogging, he was walking with his dog..
..and they met. Hearts intertwined, words left unspoken, emotions speaking for themselves. Such was the journey of her love.
i did link already!!!
i was expecting something else.
something where i can be more creative
i mean this is not that bad a topic for creativity….let see…time’s almost up
i love the
man…the beach is such a lovely place!! babes swimming, the soft sand and the lovely moonlit waves.
i miss it so much!! the last baech i went to was the goan beach. abt 25 beaches.
the se
I’m sorry, Julie. I don’t care about your stupid sand castle. Or the fact that you found 6 sand crabs in the tunnel you dug all by yourself. Or that your mom packed us a nutritious lunch in a Minnie Mouse cooler. I’m fucking 20 years old. Can’t you see i wanna tan?
Beaches are lovely. Sand is warm. Except when burny on the feet. ouch ouch ouch ouch ooh, cool water. But noesies! Jellyfish on my toesies! Owie owie, back to sand.
comfortable and sunburnt. it is late and im forgetting about everything. after dinner and i hear the ocean. it is warm and humid but there is a breeze i am at ease and don’t want to go back. i feel like a different person at the beach.
The beach brings weird memories to mind. Weird, because its not normal, er, common, to dislike it. Weird because I’d always end up with too much salt in my mouth Weird because the beach is sweaty, sandy, hot… and I hate it.
The beach is my home, it always will be. Growing up with the waves in your back yard spoils you; it makes you believe that that is normal. Moving to a landlocked state in the middle of the countryside made me realize just how out of the norm my little paradise is.
the burn on my skin
toasted to the edge
the blue haze after waking up
sand like glitter
the waves chaotic rogues
beat me down but I road them back
the feeling of empowerment from the suns rays
traveling through space to reach my face
It is sunny and warm, but slightly windy. There are not many people because it is private and rocky along the banks of the mountains that run endlessly along the shores. There are also many species wandering about the shores. The waters hold all sorts of fish and wildlife that lurk beneath the surface.
When we finally got our car unpacked we headed for the sound of the ocean, the sand was cool and the moonlight gave everything a glow that made it feel like a dream.
The snow white sand that lay silent along the waters edge, was nothing like the horrific sight that lay still upon in. The beach was littlered with bodies of helplesss whales. Those that cared carried water tirelessly from the lapping waves to wetten their sun drying skin. Those that were afraid stood back and looked on with sadness. What drew them hear to the human world.. no one knows.
i like the beach, the beach is fun. i’m watching tosh.0 and i really am not good at writing about certain things, such as the beach. I don’t know why, i never was good. holy shit this bar is going fast, i don’t think i will have enough time to finish what i wanted to say though i don’t remember what that’d be anyway.
the perfect escape on a summer’s evening. Mind clearing, soothing.
I cannot wait to go to the beach this weekend – only about 48 hours left and I’ll have my toes in the sand and I’ll be reading a book for fun
Sitting on the chair, waves of crisp water crash, gently assaulting your toes.
It is hard to stay in the now … memories of other beaches, other times, draw attention.
Discussions of weird things with good friends fill your ears.
You miss the coffee, the late-night discussions.
You miss the warm embraces, the hints of scents as new friends greet old.
You experience a montage of other beaches; and this beach – it ties them all together.
You smile now, realizing that each had their moment to savor, their reason for resonation.
And you accept and caress them; for they have drawn you to this now and this time.
And you breathe.
beached whale you big fatty fat fat!
I’m off to the Maldives for my beautiful beach – where there will be no whale – she stays here! Fatty fat fat
it’s sunny afternoon, when 2 boys meet. one has dong on the leash. they talk for a second then one walks away, sad. familly reunion failed
i just love the beach…the waves…and its sounds !!!
The beach. Sand, waves. Blue. Yellow. Grey. I remember grey sand. Kind of like sludge or grime. It was like holding billions of tiny black rocks. An unfitting beach for a beautiful coast.
The beach can sometimes be the place of fun. For me I find it a place of solitude, I am never truly happy unless I have sunk my feet into the lush sand and stare at the mesmerising waves, it’s hypnotic and I forget all my problems.
It is full of sand. The kind of sand you find in graveyards and shopping mall trash cans. The kind of sand you wish never existed. It was here. It was the beach. And I was lying in it! My croaks for help went unheard for there wasn’t anyone to hear me. Help needed to come and soon if I was to make it out of here alive.
The feel of the sand between her toes, the scent of the air, the spray from the waves as they crashed on the shore, the sound of ocean, this is the beach to her.
I live pretty clos to the beach. Th beach is one of my favorit places to go. The nature and beauty in it all is too much to ask for. Watching sunsets at the pier and hearing the crashing of the waves always relaxes me.
A pleasant and calming place where you can be free. You can look at the water that reflects the sun’s rays
Waves crashing on the shoreline never did relax me. I was always too intrigued, too adventurous, and maybe even a little too scared. I wouldn’t ever swim out to where my feet couldn’t touch the ground, though my curious mind would swim out miles ahead of me.
Waves crashing on the shoreline never did relax me. I was always too intrigued, to adventurous, and maybe even too scared. I would never swim past where my feet could touch the bottom, but my mind and my curiosity would swim out for miles.
School trip to the beach. How original. All of the girls would, of course, dress in the sluttiest bathing suits they could think of, and all of the guys would look at their chests. As was the natural order of things. I didn’t even know if I wanted to go, really.
Until I know where to find the coast, the beach of new shorelines will always be on the edge of stony ground swept by wild winds!
sunny, water, naked, girls, weed, sand in your shoes, love, music, breathe. stop, this is it
nice weather with sand in her hair..her look into my eyes she has green eyes and the see is also green blue. the waves are just as they should be for surfing
she was at the beach, obscured by the sands of time. her mind travelled back and forth…. thinking, thinking, thinking. she could never just enjoy a moment. no. memories plagued her and yet saved her. she was always left behind, as she was chained to the past. as she watched the waves rush back and forth, her eyes were glazed and unafraid.
i go down to the coast,
where the waves hit the shore,
where surfers and people mingle in harmony,
where the wave is my oyster,
LIVE IT, RIDE IT, BECOME IT.
It’s sunny, and all I see it’s sand and water. People are having fun. Some swim, boats are on the horizon, some play with their kids.. it’s a nice day!
She always loved the beach. It started when her father first gave her her first shell on the eve of her seventh birthday, and since then, her fixation was an addiction.
She loved the beach for one more reason, she met him there. It was twilight, she was jogging, he was walking with his dog..
..and they met. Hearts intertwined, words left unspoken, emotions speaking for themselves. Such was the journey of her love.
i did link already!!!
i was expecting something else.
something where i can be more creative
i mean this is not that bad a topic for creativity….let see…time’s almost up
i love the
man…the beach is such a lovely place!! babes swimming, the soft sand and the lovely moonlit waves.
i miss it so much!! the last baech i went to was the goan beach. abt 25 beaches.
the se
I’m sorry, Julie. I don’t care about your stupid sand castle. Or the fact that you found 6 sand crabs in the tunnel you dug all by yourself. Or that your mom packed us a nutritious lunch in a Minnie Mouse cooler. I’m fucking 20 years old. Can’t you see i wanna tan?
Beach is a place where you can see the tides, you can see them rise and fall. They remind you of life.
Beaches are lovely. Sand is warm. Except when burny on the feet. ouch ouch ouch ouch ooh, cool water. But noesies! Jellyfish on my toesies! Owie owie, back to sand.
comfortable and sunburnt. it is late and im forgetting about everything. after dinner and i hear the ocean. it is warm and humid but there is a breeze i am at ease and don’t want to go back. i feel like a different person at the beach.
The beach brings weird memories to mind. Weird, because its not normal, er, common, to dislike it. Weird because I’d always end up with too much salt in my mouth Weird because the beach is sweaty, sandy, hot… and I hate it.
I wish I was there right now. Better than being here in Chicago.
The beach is my home, it always will be. Growing up with the waves in your back yard spoils you; it makes you believe that that is normal. Moving to a landlocked state in the middle of the countryside made me realize just how out of the norm my little paradise is.
I used to go to the beach every summer with my best friend and her family. Now, she goes with someone else and it kills me inside. I miss her.
the burn on my skin
toasted to the edge
the blue haze after waking up
sand like glitter
the waves chaotic rogues
beat me down but I road them back
the feeling of empowerment from the suns rays
traveling through space to reach my face
It is sunny and warm, but slightly windy. There are not many people because it is private and rocky along the banks of the mountains that run endlessly along the shores. There are also many species wandering about the shores. The waters hold all sorts of fish and wildlife that lurk beneath the surface.
When we finally got our car unpacked we headed for the sound of the ocean, the sand was cool and the moonlight gave everything a glow that made it feel like a dream.
we spent those final hours basking in the sun. together. the sand molded around our intertwined bodies and it was perfect. i wanted for nothing.
Lost in shades of green and black,
Leafy canopies and blades of grass
I crunch through dry autumn leaves. I push back wet stalks and thorny tree branches. The light of the beach is so near.
The darkness fades as warmth comes again,
I can be found on soft hills of sand.
The snow white sand that lay silent along the waters edge, was nothing like the horrific sight that lay still upon in. The beach was littlered with bodies of helplesss whales. Those that cared carried water tirelessly from the lapping waves to wetten their sun drying skin. Those that were afraid stood back and looked on with sadness. What drew them hear to the human world.. no one knows.
i like beaches that have fine and white sand, with blue and transparent waves lapping up gently on the land.
i love going to beaches and just sprawling on the sand, baking in the sun. what i do not like is becoming very brown in the process.
this probably stems from the asian culture that im immersed in, where having fair luminous skin is beauty.