I could use one word to sum up life if it were necessary to do so. Who needs more than one word when the end comes anyway? If life could be that simple!If only life could become uncomplicated as “one word”, I wouldnt even need that “one word”!
I like coral. Seahorses look like it to blend in. So sharp yet fragile, so beautiful yet dangerous. It’s like a small garden under the sea. If I owned the sea, I would plant a coral garden.
He slipped through one of the many tiny cheese whiz holes in the coral, a barracuda on his tail. He tried to get away, needed to. If not, well then he didn’t know what would become of his wife.
beautiful orange pink pearl hard poky rough smooth various different ocean fish marine reef smart old alive home cold warm colorful fresh salty tropical
The sand was a soft pink beneath her feet..the tour guide had said it was from the coral being crushed by the waves. It was like stepping onto a soft, rosy cloud.
It stood out against her pale neck. It moved with her pulse ever so slightly. It was bewitching, this necklace of coral. A pink line marking the perfect spot to strangle her.
pink lipstick worn by old women who have white coral on their bookshelves that they brought home with them from florida where they went for the winter because their white old bones like the white old coral can’t stand the cold and besides coral lipstick is made for the summer any way its much better for bar
I think everything thinks coral is pink. But really its blue. It sort of pisses me off. I dont know maybe im anal about these things but i just really enjoyed coloring as a kid.
There was a woman with a braid of hair golden like wheat. Dried stalks of wheat on the torn ground fresh after harvest. The sun shone hot and dry drawing the moisture from air like the furnaces of hell.
“Evacuate the bowels of the earth!” yelled Archimedes. Drunk with power and a penchant for madness his vision reigned supreme.
The next morning she had cut the braid and threw it in the wood stove. A smell of burnt hair lingered for hours in the small room of the dingy cottage. She took up her brushes and began to paint the walls. Inch by inch yellow ochre spread from each corner to the center of the room until a radiance like love itself filled her eyes. Smiling she laid down to sleep some more.
That evening the moon came up red and swollen. Her child kicked inside her womb and she began to dream. The fires spread across the dry earth and scorched the forest. The waves rose up form the depths of the ocean and swept across the bulkheads. Morning came in a fog of gray and blue.
The child came into the world gasping as all babes do. Choked with freedom he took in his first breath and sighed.
it is what is at the bottom of the ocean. it is white and can hurt you if you hit you body on it. it is illegal to steal coral from a ocean but everybody does it. i own a lot of coral. m parents got it in hawaii.
I think people will miss it. It is so colorful and beautiful and it’s necessary for sea life, yet people take it for granted so much. I hope we can turn a corner and maybe save things like this.
The park was full of masonry barriers, walls and rails, I snaked through narrow passages and under heavy concrete masses, like an eel swimming through coral.
Pink coral dances in the cool water. Waves caressing the shore with smooth, gentle strokes. Shells crack in the beaks of the birds that eat the soft inner parts. The beach waits, silently, for its lover.
is beautiful and it is a shame that it is dissapearing. its also a good name and a good color
I want to scuba dive the great barrier reef. Coral is a great habitat. it holds lots of cratures and plants. it is really strong and gentile at the same time.
The coral reefs are going to be gone soon, and that will just be a symptom we will chase after and we will once again ignore the problem that we all face. Have a big party before 2100. Get stupid drunk and celebrate our own wastefulness. Live. Drink. Die. Live for once.
I like going to tHE sea because there are a lot of corals, I also like collecting them and putting them in my fish tank. They come in many colors and brighten up the fish tank. Coral is also good for cooking, I’ve never tried it before but i hear it’S good.
coral window striped canopies
lollipops in the window
hop scotch down the sidewalk
with a nickel and a song
whistling the whole way back
in between licks and smacks
lemony goodness coats the tongue
scratching
i know i shouldn’t touch it. the diving instructor told me, the captain told me, my high school biology teacher told me….i am destroying an eco system with a slight brush of the finger.
The scuba diver traced a finger across the coral on the bottom of the Carribean. The slim figure in black wondered vaguely where and how coral was formed. A yellow and black fish scrambled away. The hammerhead shark loomed closer whilst she was lost in her thoughts, unaware that her metallic oxygen tank was as dangerous as it was necessary.
The bracelet had shattered, the cord holding it together ripped apart. Her injured hand covered her face against his attack, and she fell, orange pink beads scattering around the struggle. She would never have believed he was capable of such violence.
is nothing i can think of at the moment, it can be something but it’s nothing. I don’t know what it is but I can try. I will not think about it but I can wait for the result. this are the words that are coming out of my mind. one word is not enough to write about the topic because my thoughts already started saying things. everything I said was nothing important.
I loathed everything about her, her swirly perfect hair, the way her eyes seemed to flutter as she blinked. But most of all, I hated her name, the name that I was supposed to have.
the coral is blue and red and green and orange. fish are swimming through it, peeking out to look for predators before darting out… looking for a safe place. there are scuba divers and tourists, astounded at the brilliant colors. waves crash overhead. a surfer bails, what ever.
the sea was tinted with green as the coral reefs flourished. The sun glinted off of the different colors and sent fireworks up in the sky. The things I could see were lovely, perfectionistic, almost. I was dumbfounded. It was a brilliant mix of colors.
a bright coral shirt…what nike picked out for tiger woods to wear over a year ago for his friday golf outing. weird.
coral is something weird between flora and fauna. it looks like a stationary, mindless plant, branching on and on across the ocean floor, but upon closer observation, BBC’s Blue Planet has shown me, it actually consists of millions of tiny organisms eating, respirating and engaging in the same day to day struggles and disappointments we all encounter.
orange and pockmarked with smooth rounded corners and the feeling of deep wonderful blue all around swaying beneath the waves peaceful yet filled with the scent of survival and sharp teeth and death but also beautiful ethereal
People in rowboats drift on top of the blossoming corals, and waves of love roll over them, for they seek friendships in depth as they look into the eyes of the lantern fish and sea urchins. And the corals blush.
Went diving last weekend on the GreatBarrier reef. Some areas are still pristine and the coral is a joy to behold. Other areas have been effected by runoff from the farms on shore.
the coral reef. hawaii. all of the fish that live in the coral. it can be used for anyhing. harboring life or maybe it can be a beautiful peice of art in someones rock collection.
I could use one word to sum up life if it were necessary to do so. Who needs more than one word when the end comes anyway? If life could be that simple!If only life could become uncomplicated as “one word”, I wouldnt even need that “one word”!
corals are beauuuuutiful.
thet remind me of toys we played with when we were younger.
like colourful Playdoh.
when i get the chance to,
i want to go to the Great Barrier Reef to dive.
To see the most beautiful corals in the world
I like coral. Seahorses look like it to blend in. So sharp yet fragile, so beautiful yet dangerous. It’s like a small garden under the sea. If I owned the sea, I would plant a coral garden.
He slipped through one of the many tiny cheese whiz holes in the coral, a barracuda on his tail. He tried to get away, needed to. If not, well then he didn’t know what would become of his wife.
The coral reef was pretty. That was never a question, but Lacey was too preoccupied by Dan eyes at the moment to realize.
The coral reef was pretty. That was never a question, but Lacey was too preoccupied by Dan eyes at the moment to realize.
Coral lives at the bottom of the ocean (:
beautiful orange pink pearl hard poky rough smooth various different ocean fish marine reef smart old alive home cold warm colorful fresh salty tropical
I just find this word funny to pronounce. I don’t have anything else to say about this…wow. I just think the different pronunciations are funny.
The sand was a soft pink beneath her feet..the tour guide had said it was from the coral being crushed by the waves. It was like stepping onto a soft, rosy cloud.
It stood out against her pale neck. It moved with her pulse ever so slightly. It was bewitching, this necklace of coral. A pink line marking the perfect spot to strangle her.
pink lipstick worn by old women who have white coral on their bookshelves that they brought home with them from florida where they went for the winter because their white old bones like the white old coral can’t stand the cold and besides coral lipstick is made for the summer any way its much better for bar
I think everything thinks coral is pink. But really its blue. It sort of pisses me off. I dont know maybe im anal about these things but i just really enjoyed coloring as a kid.
There was a woman with a braid of hair golden like wheat. Dried stalks of wheat on the torn ground fresh after harvest. The sun shone hot and dry drawing the moisture from air like the furnaces of hell.
“Evacuate the bowels of the earth!” yelled Archimedes. Drunk with power and a penchant for madness his vision reigned supreme.
The next morning she had cut the braid and threw it in the wood stove. A smell of burnt hair lingered for hours in the small room of the dingy cottage. She took up her brushes and began to paint the walls. Inch by inch yellow ochre spread from each corner to the center of the room until a radiance like love itself filled her eyes. Smiling she laid down to sleep some more.
That evening the moon came up red and swollen. Her child kicked inside her womb and she began to dream. The fires spread across the dry earth and scorched the forest. The waves rose up form the depths of the ocean and swept across the bulkheads. Morning came in a fog of gray and blue.
The child came into the world gasping as all babes do. Choked with freedom he took in his first breath and sighed.
The coral bloused woman stood against the wall drinking a cold soda and recounted
it is what is at the bottom of the ocean. it is white and can hurt you if you hit you body on it. it is illegal to steal coral from a ocean but everybody does it. i own a lot of coral. m parents got it in hawaii.
I think people will miss it. It is so colorful and beautiful and it’s necessary for sea life, yet people take it for granted so much. I hope we can turn a corner and maybe save things like this.
The park was full of masonry barriers, walls and rails, I snaked through narrow passages and under heavy concrete masses, like an eel swimming through coral.
Pink coral dances in the cool water. Waves caressing the shore with smooth, gentle strokes. Shells crack in the beaks of the birds that eat the soft inner parts. The beach waits, silently, for its lover.
amzing coral colors.
the floral arrangment of evryday,
seeks to amaze me.
situated within the boundaries of this existence.
is beautiful and it is a shame that it is dissapearing. its also a good name and a good color
I want to scuba dive the great barrier reef. Coral is a great habitat. it holds lots of cratures and plants. it is really strong and gentile at the same time.
The coral reefs are going to be gone soon, and that will just be a symptom we will chase after and we will once again ignore the problem that we all face. Have a big party before 2100. Get stupid drunk and celebrate our own wastefulness. Live. Drink. Die. Live for once.
I like going to tHE sea because there are a lot of corals, I also like collecting them and putting them in my fish tank. They come in many colors and brighten up the fish tank. Coral is also good for cooking, I’ve never tried it before but i hear it’S good.
coral window striped canopies
lollipops in the window
hop scotch down the sidewalk
with a nickel and a song
whistling the whole way back
in between licks and smacks
lemony goodness coats the tongue
scratching
i know i shouldn’t touch it. the diving instructor told me, the captain told me, my high school biology teacher told me….i am destroying an eco system with a slight brush of the finger.
Coral was the color of my dress for senior prom. I went with my boyfriend at the time. I was so in love. Now we don’t speak. I should have worn blue.
To coral was high the night was nigh I cant rhyme and i can whine… ef you and you too… I wonder what you’re going to do.
The scuba diver traced a finger across the coral on the bottom of the Carribean. The slim figure in black wondered vaguely where and how coral was formed. A yellow and black fish scrambled away. The hammerhead shark loomed closer whilst she was lost in her thoughts, unaware that her metallic oxygen tank was as dangerous as it was necessary.
Pink and lovely, pokemom, reef, ocean, colorful, amazing, pale pink, southern pacific.
The bracelet had shattered, the cord holding it together ripped apart. Her injured hand covered her face against his attack, and she fell, orange pink beads scattering around the struggle. She would never have believed he was capable of such violence.
is a marine being. holey, and holy, i suppose. What else can be said? it’s a lovely color, on the right person. It’s quite fetching on my sister, :)
is nothing i can think of at the moment, it can be something but it’s nothing. I don’t know what it is but I can try. I will not think about it but I can wait for the result. this are the words that are coming out of my mind. one word is not enough to write about the topic because my thoughts already started saying things. everything I said was nothing important.
I loathed everything about her, her swirly perfect hair, the way her eyes seemed to flutter as she blinked. But most of all, I hated her name, the name that I was supposed to have.
Coral.
the coral is blue and red and green and orange. fish are swimming through it, peeking out to look for predators before darting out… looking for a safe place. there are scuba divers and tourists, astounded at the brilliant colors. waves crash overhead. a surfer bails, what ever.
the sea was tinted with green as the coral reefs flourished. The sun glinted off of the different colors and sent fireworks up in the sky. The things I could see were lovely, perfectionistic, almost. I was dumbfounded. It was a brilliant mix of colors.
a bright coral shirt…what nike picked out for tiger woods to wear over a year ago for his friday golf outing. weird.
coral is something weird between flora and fauna. it looks like a stationary, mindless plant, branching on and on across the ocean floor, but upon closer observation, BBC’s Blue Planet has shown me, it actually consists of millions of tiny organisms eating, respirating and engaging in the same day to day struggles and disappointments we all encounter.
orange and pockmarked with smooth rounded corners and the feeling of deep wonderful blue all around swaying beneath the waves peaceful yet filled with the scent of survival and sharp teeth and death but also beautiful ethereal
People in rowboats drift on top of the blossoming corals, and waves of love roll over them, for they seek friendships in depth as they look into the eyes of the lantern fish and sea urchins. And the corals blush.
Went diving last weekend on the GreatBarrier reef. Some areas are still pristine and the coral is a joy to behold. Other areas have been effected by runoff from the farms on shore.
the coral reef. hawaii. all of the fish that live in the coral. it can be used for anyhing. harboring life or maybe it can be a beautiful peice of art in someones rock collection.