i like going to the beach. i once made a boat in the sand, sort of a boat anyway, and wrote the word “poo” in the front with my finger. it was pretty cool. i also spent a lot of time on a beach on drugs in newquay almost two years ago with a friend. i hate getting sand inbetween my toes. :(
The sand is like a pool of grain and it get caught in every crease and crevasse but the water and the sun seem to make up for the sand and it’s little swords. It’s nice. And then the beach balls seem to fly out of the sky from a neighboring person, and they intrude like aliens or a waring countries army. But it’s still nice and all you do is toss it back. The sun is warm.
The sand was hot and gritty between her toes. The wind slapped her across the face, dragging handfuls of salt through her hair. her curls were frizzing in every direction, and her shoulders were already an unhealthy shade of tomato red.
I was on a beach one time, long ago. It was enjoyable to just sit in the sun and on the towels, on the chairs and drink from the water. It was freedom for everyone and from everything.
As Isit and listen to soothing sounds of the waves crashi ng against the rocks I am almost in a trance. I suddenly hear the sound of a familar voice. I look up and see my father. I miss him so much.
I have always loved the beach. It is where I feel alive and at peace. It reminds me of family and warmth and sunshine and happy days. I have always loved to put my toes in the water and splash in the waves alive and full. The beach is a beautiful place of strength and hope.
I was two when I first felt the sand between my toes. I could barely walk but every time I took a tumble the soft sand was there to catch me. I felt safe and warm there.
it’s 10 am, and the sand is getting awfully hot. but what the heck! i take off my flip flops and run into the waves. welcome back, the waves seem to tell me. welcome back to the beach.
spring has ended, and rainy season has drowned me with its sadness. how long till i feel the sand between my toes? how long till i feel the sun’s rays burning every inch of my skin? how long till i can go to the beach again?
I like the beach. The beach was the setting of my first date with my ex-boyfriend. We walked along the sand and then climbed, rather foolishly up the side of a cliff. It was so romantic and funny. Oh, the beach has so many good, happy memories :)
we stood there,
staring into the forever
and ever.
sand between our toes.
wind beating against our face.
and in that moment,
we knew.
we were the only two on earth
that cared.
i was on the beach once and I saw a beached whale and I befriended it and then I threw it back into the sea and I accompanied it on mystical journeys and we found magic clams and rocks and saved the world from evil.
When the wind rose up onto the water a flying fish caught a fly and swallowed it whole. Down to the hearth of the sea did he bring it to share with all corals’ family and sing songs in rejoice with the merman’s harlot for she indeed needed a bite to eat.
i enjoy the beach. theres lots to enjoy: sand, surf, company, and the gorgeous women. my favorite beach in the world is Manhattan beach located in L.A. It’s got a family vibe to it.
A white and crunkly surface was what she walked on, it aired like the sun and mimicked the shines of everything, of the sea, of the wind, bits of organisms dead millions of years ago and compacted into diamonds.
Every couple of steps, she drags her toes across the hardpack sand, on the outer edge from where the waves could erase everything in one foamy lick. She walks toe-heel, toe-heel, so the tracks look more animal than human. The long pauses from the drag marks adds mystery, she thinks. She turns, looks at her progress. There’s gaps in her path, breaks where water has returned the sand to an open canvas.
“This is my life,” she says, swinging her arms above her head as she twirls in place, creating a post-modern abstract on the beach.
is a beautiful spot and it’s covered in oil right now. all over my feet. i want a foot rub, maybe my husband could give me a foot rub when he comes home from afghanistan. i hope things aren’t awkward after what happened, i dont think they will be because i’ve miss him so much. i want to go to the beach with him. he’s beautiful. this is dumb and is i feel like a fool.
I used to go to the beach with C and L. That was when I was thinner and wearing a bikini was a source of pride and not embarrassment. I don’t do that anymore. The bikini. Or the beach. I’m too fat and we’re not friends anymore.
I remember all the lazy Sundays on the beach.
Oh how times have changed.
The ocean waves caressing our feet by the shore,
The sunlight gleaming in your hair,
The way the stars shined in your eyes.
That’s all gone today.
My insides feel like the beach when he holds my hand– my stomach flips like sloshy, foamy waves, and it’s like I’ve swallowed a mouthful of sunshine. And then when he turns to smile at me, grains of sand scratch against my sides– a kind of pinch me, I’m dreaming.
Beach towns, and everything else. Wild wild summer. I dont remember most of it. But I remember her. She slapped me and left. I kept the tequila. Serves her right. I knew it was too good to be true.
This is a magical place. My skin will burn and brown. I love the feeling of sand in my bed, some don’t. The boys at the beach are mysterious and cute. I like it when they look at me. The ocean water is nice and salty. My hair is beautifully wind blown.
beach is the place where the sun reflects the stars where the hearts collide like atoms deep inside a lineup that imagination does not overcome.Distraction Minus.
Feeling,That was my last sentence.
sunset. sunrise. fresh fish on a grill. just me, the wind, the waves, and the air i breath in. feels so good, i wud thank god for it, and pray everytime as he had command us to.
I love the beach. In winter the crash powerfully against the sand and the sky is stormy and dark. In the summer, the sun sets peacefully on the horizon. All feels right in the world.
all over the world there are beaches. beaches are some of the most beatiful places in the world. i miss the beach. i love the beach. i want to be on the beach. I wish the water did not have any sald in it.
The beach is the place that everyone is supposed to go after prom. Aka, I had prom last night and I am currently not at the beach. But the beach is also beautiful and just completely relaxing but at the same time very cliche.
I tried once again to pull from the surface, to submerse myself in everything creative but to no success. I wish I had what you had…beach (Said through broken teeth)
a very calm and tranquil place beautiful clear waters with amazing sea creatures swimming a place to relax and read or write or think spend time with loved ones
the sky was shaking and he could see the rattling sands of the beach right in front of him. he’d fallen out of the transport and had even shat himself. this was the scariest moment he’d ever experienced.
i like going to the beach. i once made a boat in the sand, sort of a boat anyway, and wrote the word “poo” in the front with my finger. it was pretty cool. i also spent a lot of time on a beach on drugs in newquay almost two years ago with a friend. i hate getting sand inbetween my toes. :(
The sand is like a pool of grain and it get caught in every crease and crevasse but the water and the sun seem to make up for the sand and it’s little swords. It’s nice. And then the beach balls seem to fly out of the sky from a neighboring person, and they intrude like aliens or a waring countries army. But it’s still nice and all you do is toss it back. The sun is warm.
The sand was hot and gritty between her toes. The wind slapped her across the face, dragging handfuls of salt through her hair. her curls were frizzing in every direction, and her shoulders were already an unhealthy shade of tomato red.
She loved the beach.
I was on a beach one time, long ago. It was enjoyable to just sit in the sun and on the towels, on the chairs and drink from the water. It was freedom for everyone and from everything.
Life is long and I am patient. With each rush of water my feet sink a little deeper into the sand.
As Isit and listen to soothing sounds of the waves crashi ng against the rocks I am almost in a trance. I suddenly hear the sound of a familar voice. I look up and see my father. I miss him so much.
I have always loved the beach. It is where I feel alive and at peace. It reminds me of family and warmth and sunshine and happy days. I have always loved to put my toes in the water and splash in the waves alive and full. The beach is a beautiful place of strength and hope.
I was two when I first felt the sand between my toes. I could barely walk but every time I took a tumble the soft sand was there to catch me. I felt safe and warm there.
it’s 10 am, and the sand is getting awfully hot. but what the heck! i take off my flip flops and run into the waves. welcome back, the waves seem to tell me. welcome back to the beach.
spring has ended, and rainy season has drowned me with its sadness. how long till i feel the sand between my toes? how long till i feel the sun’s rays burning every inch of my skin? how long till i can go to the beach again?
sand, sun, fun, castles, water, swim, spiders, rocks, chairs, waves, sunglasses, sunscreen, umbrella, water, cold drinks.
I like the beach. The beach was the setting of my first date with my ex-boyfriend. We walked along the sand and then climbed, rather foolishly up the side of a cliff. It was so romantic and funny. Oh, the beach has so many good, happy memories :)
we stood there,
staring into the forever
and ever.
sand between our toes.
wind beating against our face.
and in that moment,
we knew.
we were the only two on earth
that cared.
a warm breeze sifting over the sand while conversations are swept away onto the water while boats float on the water.
beach was yesterday’s word. this is laziness. the word today should be “waffle.”
i was on the beach once and I saw a beached whale and I befriended it and then I threw it back into the sea and I accompanied it on mystical journeys and we found magic clams and rocks and saved the world from evil.
i love sand, its so breezy breezy nice. i cant get enough, no never. splash.
When the wind rose up onto the water a flying fish caught a fly and swallowed it whole. Down to the hearth of the sea did he bring it to share with all corals’ family and sing songs in rejoice with the merman’s harlot for she indeed needed a bite to eat.
i enjoy the beach. theres lots to enjoy: sand, surf, company, and the gorgeous women. my favorite beach in the world is Manhattan beach located in L.A. It’s got a family vibe to it.
A white and crunkly surface was what she walked on, it aired like the sun and mimicked the shines of everything, of the sea, of the wind, bits of organisms dead millions of years ago and compacted into diamonds.
Every couple of steps, she drags her toes across the hardpack sand, on the outer edge from where the waves could erase everything in one foamy lick. She walks toe-heel, toe-heel, so the tracks look more animal than human. The long pauses from the drag marks adds mystery, she thinks. She turns, looks at her progress. There’s gaps in her path, breaks where water has returned the sand to an open canvas.
“This is my life,” she says, swinging her arms above her head as she twirls in place, creating a post-modern abstract on the beach.
is a beautiful spot and it’s covered in oil right now. all over my feet. i want a foot rub, maybe my husband could give me a foot rub when he comes home from afghanistan. i hope things aren’t awkward after what happened, i dont think they will be because i’ve miss him so much. i want to go to the beach with him. he’s beautiful. this is dumb and is i feel like a fool.
I used to go to the beach with C and L. That was when I was thinner and wearing a bikini was a source of pride and not embarrassment. I don’t do that anymore. The bikini. Or the beach. I’m too fat and we’re not friends anymore.
beach
I remember all the lazy Sundays on the beach.
Oh how times have changed.
The ocean waves caressing our feet by the shore,
The sunlight gleaming in your hair,
The way the stars shined in your eyes.
That’s all gone today.
My insides feel like the beach when he holds my hand– my stomach flips like sloshy, foamy waves, and it’s like I’ve swallowed a mouthful of sunshine. And then when he turns to smile at me, grains of sand scratch against my sides– a kind of pinch me, I’m dreaming.
Beach towns, and everything else. Wild wild summer. I dont remember most of it. But I remember her. She slapped me and left. I kept the tequila. Serves her right. I knew it was too good to be true.
This is a magical place. My skin will burn and brown. I love the feeling of sand in my bed, some don’t. The boys at the beach are mysterious and cute. I like it when they look at me. The ocean water is nice and salty. My hair is beautifully wind blown.
The sun was warm. Warm enough to feel through the wind the traced over the blue and slip past the noisy people and through the buffer of shrubbery.
beach is the place where the sun reflects the stars where the hearts collide like atoms deep inside a lineup that imagination does not overcome.Distraction Minus.
Feeling,That was my last sentence.
sunset. sunrise. fresh fish on a grill. just me, the wind, the waves, and the air i breath in. feels so good, i wud thank god for it, and pray everytime as he had command us to.
Never go to the beach on a day when the temperature is pushing 100 degrees without sunscreen. I am a lobster today.
I love the beach. In winter the crash powerfully against the sand and the sky is stormy and dark. In the summer, the sun sets peacefully on the horizon. All feels right in the world.
all over the world there are beaches. beaches are some of the most beatiful places in the world. i miss the beach. i love the beach. i want to be on the beach. I wish the water did not have any sald in it.
The beach is the place that everyone is supposed to go after prom. Aka, I had prom last night and I am currently not at the beach. But the beach is also beautiful and just completely relaxing but at the same time very cliche.
I tried once again to pull from the surface, to submerse myself in everything creative but to no success. I wish I had what you had…beach (Said through broken teeth)
a very calm and tranquil place beautiful clear waters with amazing sea creatures swimming a place to relax and read or write or think spend time with loved ones
The sun is hot. The water blue. The waves come rolling, lots of noise.
Children playing in the sand.
Water, nice and cool. Brings life.
the sky was shaking and he could see the rattling sands of the beach right in front of him. he’d fallen out of the transport and had even shat himself. this was the scariest moment he’d ever experienced.
I wish I were on a beach right now – soft white sand and clear turquoise water gently lapping against the shore.