I’d like to own a sailboat someday. One with bright white sails. I’d like to sail the Mediterranean, learning all about Greece, Italy, and Northern Africa. I can just imagine the beautiful Italian people and their fine food, wine, and dress. The water is so blue.
boat going across the sea with the wind behind it, the sail keeping us going on our journey to who knows where, but it is a nice day and we are having a wine and fishing. the ocean smells wonderful and the sea is calm with a light wind.
Set sail for the seven seas and let the breeze reel you in until the wind is too much and you’re bracing for AIR AIR AIR oh, the oxygen ceases and you’re in pieces, it ceases, it eases, and set sail again, my love, set sail for the seven seas, let the breeze reel you in until you’ve nodded off to sleep and set sail for the ease that awaits beyond the seven seas.
She sailed away thinking of the life she left behind. It was sad to leave all that she had to come to love and had gotten used to. But the draw of the unknown, the unexpected, the unexplored was just too much for her to look back now.
Sail to the South America. Now that you’re somebody you are not needed here anymore. Take your sleek features and don’t return until you’ve learnt to be humble again.
I was sailing with my brother. I loved him. I wanted to learn from him. He was so perfect. I tried to imitate his gestures, his voice, his movements. I tried so hard to be him. To like boys’ things, to be good at baseball.
The sail of the ship fluttered beneath the wind. Harlan looked away from the wheel, wondering where Stefanie had wandered off to. He saw her, leaning over the edge of the boat. She was staring down at the water, pushing herself closer and closer, trying to touch the blue.
To sail away is to gain freedom. To cast your fate to the open ocean, and depend on the winds to find your way. Endless blues. Miles and miles of just blue. It’s breathtaking. It’s beautiful. It’s freedom. It’s being away from every anchor in your soul and to be truly free.
He pulled the sheet off the bed and smiled at me as he balled it up and moved towards the back door, “I wanna go sailing today and this will make a perfect sail, it’s all the reminder i need to return home to you at the end of the day, mama” I kissed the top his head and watched my little sailor scurry off on another adventure.
In the forest, she smiled as she watched the last leaves sail gently earthbound, glad for the cool, crisp fall air. As much as she loved the dry heat of the desert, these woods would one day also have her name attached to them, a place she could call home, her own lands away from Home.
The rock sailed past Hector’s head as he emerged. He shot his laser back at the his assailant, leaving a pile of bones. Nobody was going to thwart him, especially not a literally slack-jawed Troglodyte. Hector knew brains and technology trumped brute strength. After all, it was he who invented the time machine with his own two hands. It was with those same two hands he invented the double-barreled pocket laser blaster. He looked at those two hands as they started to fade out of existence…
sailing is a thing of which i desire to do someday. just go across the sea, never to have to be in the same place twice, always exploring, learning, growing. but that can’t happen without forgetting who God is and what i really important
Donnie was struck, “Where the hell is the rope?”
He searched, yet the darkness was all he could render. Where had all his belonging gone? Out to sea, or maybe still in his 2003 Jeep. It made no difference now that he was 200 out in sea on his sailboat, searching for Walker’s missing body. He was alone, with nothing and no one. His life was going to change forever.
A ship around the world. Set sail and drifted about with nothing more to do than just float. The sea green deep the animals the air the breeze floating over the blue. Sails billowing in the breeze of nothingness setting the tone for a romantic idea of living freely without boundries.
I am sailing in the boat of life. Sometimes the sail is smooth, at other times it is rough. But I sure will reach the shore of happiness. So I keep sailing.
The boat was sailing in the ocean. The sail was blue and billowing. The sail was made out of silk. Later, it can wrap you up like a silk cocoon. I love to go sailing and the song sailing by seals and croft.
A sail is something you put on a boat to make it move that uses the wind. Sailing sounds like fun. At least being on the water does. Do you think I should go sailing?
He adjusted the sail, grimacing. It was not altogether satisfying to be on the boat, he noted, if he was only there to tarry around, catering to the captain’s every wish and whim.
Sailing strikes me the same way I regard Issac Assimov’s essay on the importance of clockwork. For obvious reasons, it is being edged out by the march of technology, yet we might well perish in it’s absence.
Sail away, it’s time to leave. Across the sea, to lands uncharted and unexplored. How I wish I could go with you. To adventure, to the Mundus Novus, to you.
She watched as he worked the sail effortlessly, and slid down the rope to join her at the bow of the ship. She smiled, a small lift of the corner of her lips, and rested her hand over his. “It’s nice to see you doing something you love so much,” she said. He squeezed her hand in his. “I love you.”
I watched as the sun sailed into the night and I felt as though someone had drawn a veil over me – a large veil covering my eyes and obscuring my sight and suddenly I felt free – more free than I had ever felt before. I believed in the night after that, the night as a savior. It covered my flaws and distracted people from my inconsistencies, letting them all sail away…
The golden ball hung in the sky, it sent rays downwards, shining shining.
The cerulean blue was calm, it shimmered shimmered.
And the wind whistled softly but steadily, blowing blowing.
It caught onto the vibrant colors of the mast, apple red, balloon blue, and bright yellow.
Disappearing into the distance, carrying happiness to another place.
Sail sail away.
She leaned back from the railing, ducking out of the way of the sail as he worked on setting them right on course. Life was just as they always dreamt it would be. And now they would get to spend the rest of their lives, together.
I sailed above the clouds, the wind in my face, the lights below me sparkling like someone had thrown glitter at a dark canvas and walked away, unknowing that their creation was beauty. I sailed higher than I ever had before, twisitng and turning, and slowly I realized that I was part of this, the night, and I belonged here
I wanted to sail off and get away from the whole lot of them. “I’m right here, you idiots!” I felt like saying, but I was in a restaurant and wanted to seem normal. While they chattered away about me, not trying to keep the volume down. It amazed me how cool they seemed; in reality, they weren’t any more fun than a dead rat.
i wish i could sail away from my problems, but i would only leave my life behind, who would i be, what would be my past and future, i rather stay and drown then not have a past.
They catch on one’s flag and proceed to drag until the work is paused momentarily to take it out or until one simply powers through and destroys it with sheer force.
Every thrusday grandpa would take us out to the lake to watch the sailboats drift from the west to the east. He would pick a small picnic and we would sit on the picnic bench next to the lake and we would eat grapes and potato chips and count the number of sails that dotted our limited horizon.
ahh yess sometimes i would like to sail away. i want to go where no one is and no one knows me. i am tored and angry at everyone. they know, or maybe they dont. i dont care, but they annoy me. i want to go now.
I want to sail across the ocean to a far away land. In a beautiful little sailboat I shall buy for myself. With it’s single mast it will be small, perfect for me. All I want it to go far far away on it.
In her dreams she sailed through the wind, feeling the loosely interwoven fabric of the air, and in those moments she felt happy, like nothing could touch her.
He said let’s sail around the world and breathe the sky. He said let’s fall asleep intertwined and touch our lips together. He said you’re beautiful and he said the earth was mine and I know he meant it because his eyes were bright and his smile was electric. I kissed him on both cheekbones because I wanted to and it was warm on my lips and rough and I knew this couldn’t last but I had never wanted anything to last like I wanted this. He said I don’t want you anymore and I knew he meant it because his eyes were sad and his face was carved in stone.
One summer we went sailing. No one didn’t like it. We were quiet. No one said a word. The girls were teenagers then so we were accustomed to silence. But this was a quiet of an entirely different sort. We breathed through it in unison.
I would love to be in some far off Eastern state right now. I could get over the blistering cold if I wee able to spend time on the beach, with rocks and crabs and imperfections and life. Where people wear bulky sweaters and have conversations that intrigue me and mystify me at times. This faux-European setting with history, art, and meaning.
I’d like to own a sailboat someday. One with bright white sails. I’d like to sail the Mediterranean, learning all about Greece, Italy, and Northern Africa. I can just imagine the beautiful Italian people and their fine food, wine, and dress. The water is so blue.
boat going across the sea with the wind behind it, the sail keeping us going on our journey to who knows where, but it is a nice day and we are having a wine and fishing. the ocean smells wonderful and the sea is calm with a light wind.
Set sail for the seven seas and let the breeze reel you in until the wind is too much and you’re bracing for AIR AIR AIR oh, the oxygen ceases and you’re in pieces, it ceases, it eases, and set sail again, my love, set sail for the seven seas, let the breeze reel you in until you’ve nodded off to sleep and set sail for the ease that awaits beyond the seven seas.
She sailed away thinking of the life she left behind. It was sad to leave all that she had to come to love and had gotten used to. But the draw of the unknown, the unexpected, the unexplored was just too much for her to look back now.
Sail to the South America. Now that you’re somebody you are not needed here anymore. Take your sleek features and don’t return until you’ve learnt to be humble again.
I was sailing with my brother. I loved him. I wanted to learn from him. He was so perfect. I tried to imitate his gestures, his voice, his movements. I tried so hard to be him. To like boys’ things, to be good at baseball.
The sail of the ship fluttered beneath the wind. Harlan looked away from the wheel, wondering where Stefanie had wandered off to. He saw her, leaning over the edge of the boat. She was staring down at the water, pushing herself closer and closer, trying to touch the blue.
To sail away is to gain freedom. To cast your fate to the open ocean, and depend on the winds to find your way. Endless blues. Miles and miles of just blue. It’s breathtaking. It’s beautiful. It’s freedom. It’s being away from every anchor in your soul and to be truly free.
He pulled the sheet off the bed and smiled at me as he balled it up and moved towards the back door, “I wanna go sailing today and this will make a perfect sail, it’s all the reminder i need to return home to you at the end of the day, mama” I kissed the top his head and watched my little sailor scurry off on another adventure.
In the forest, she smiled as she watched the last leaves sail gently earthbound, glad for the cool, crisp fall air. As much as she loved the dry heat of the desert, these woods would one day also have her name attached to them, a place she could call home, her own lands away from Home.
The rock sailed past Hector’s head as he emerged. He shot his laser back at the his assailant, leaving a pile of bones. Nobody was going to thwart him, especially not a literally slack-jawed Troglodyte. Hector knew brains and technology trumped brute strength. After all, it was he who invented the time machine with his own two hands. It was with those same two hands he invented the double-barreled pocket laser blaster. He looked at those two hands as they started to fade out of existence…
sailing is a thing of which i desire to do someday. just go across the sea, never to have to be in the same place twice, always exploring, learning, growing. but that can’t happen without forgetting who God is and what i really important
Donnie was struck, “Where the hell is the rope?”
He searched, yet the darkness was all he could render. Where had all his belonging gone? Out to sea, or maybe still in his 2003 Jeep. It made no difference now that he was 200 out in sea on his sailboat, searching for Walker’s missing body. He was alone, with nothing and no one. His life was going to change forever.
sailing is most likely very relaxing. i wish i could go sailing. just me and the wind and probably some of my friends :)
A ship around the world. Set sail and drifted about with nothing more to do than just float. The sea green deep the animals the air the breeze floating over the blue. Sails billowing in the breeze of nothingness setting the tone for a romantic idea of living freely without boundries.
The ocean foam is sweet and comforting. The sail blows in the wind. The sun is setting it is beautiful. What else is there to say. I’m now going away.
I am sailing in the boat of life. Sometimes the sail is smooth, at other times it is rough. But I sure will reach the shore of happiness. So I keep sailing.
The boat was sailing in the ocean. The sail was blue and billowing. The sail was made out of silk. Later, it can wrap you up like a silk cocoon. I love to go sailing and the song sailing by seals and croft.
A sail is something you put on a boat to make it move that uses the wind. Sailing sounds like fun. At least being on the water does. Do you think I should go sailing?
He adjusted the sail, grimacing. It was not altogether satisfying to be on the boat, he noted, if he was only there to tarry around, catering to the captain’s every wish and whim.
Sailing strikes me the same way I regard Issac Assimov’s essay on the importance of clockwork. For obvious reasons, it is being edged out by the march of technology, yet we might well perish in it’s absence.
the whispering wind, sigh’s in the ship’s sail. The captain of the ship, Avery Jones. Sees the great white in the water slowly lurking in the shallows
Sail away, it’s time to leave. Across the sea, to lands uncharted and unexplored. How I wish I could go with you. To adventure, to the Mundus Novus, to you.
But the ocean needs you, not me.
She watched as he worked the sail effortlessly, and slid down the rope to join her at the bow of the ship. She smiled, a small lift of the corner of her lips, and rested her hand over his. “It’s nice to see you doing something you love so much,” she said. He squeezed her hand in his. “I love you.”
come sail away! come sail away with me! love you and hope your ok. Franky is my favorite too. it also secretly reminds me of toy story.
I watched as the sun sailed into the night and I felt as though someone had drawn a veil over me – a large veil covering my eyes and obscuring my sight and suddenly I felt free – more free than I had ever felt before. I believed in the night after that, the night as a savior. It covered my flaws and distracted people from my inconsistencies, letting them all sail away…
The golden ball hung in the sky, it sent rays downwards, shining shining.
The cerulean blue was calm, it shimmered shimmered.
And the wind whistled softly but steadily, blowing blowing.
It caught onto the vibrant colors of the mast, apple red, balloon blue, and bright yellow.
Disappearing into the distance, carrying happiness to another place.
Sail sail away.
She leaned back from the railing, ducking out of the way of the sail as he worked on setting them right on course. Life was just as they always dreamt it would be. And now they would get to spend the rest of their lives, together.
I sailed above the clouds, the wind in my face, the lights below me sparkling like someone had thrown glitter at a dark canvas and walked away, unknowing that their creation was beauty. I sailed higher than I ever had before, twisitng and turning, and slowly I realized that I was part of this, the night, and I belonged here
I wanted to sail off and get away from the whole lot of them. “I’m right here, you idiots!” I felt like saying, but I was in a restaurant and wanted to seem normal. While they chattered away about me, not trying to keep the volume down. It amazed me how cool they seemed; in reality, they weren’t any more fun than a dead rat.
i wish i could sail away from my problems, but i would only leave my life behind, who would i be, what would be my past and future, i rather stay and drown then not have a past.
Sails are the worst.
They catch on one’s flag and proceed to drag until the work is paused momentarily to take it out or until one simply powers through and destroys it with sheer force.
Every thrusday grandpa would take us out to the lake to watch the sailboats drift from the west to the east. He would pick a small picnic and we would sit on the picnic bench next to the lake and we would eat grapes and potato chips and count the number of sails that dotted our limited horizon.
ahh yess sometimes i would like to sail away. i want to go where no one is and no one knows me. i am tored and angry at everyone. they know, or maybe they dont. i dont care, but they annoy me. i want to go now.
I want to sail across the ocean to a far away land. In a beautiful little sailboat I shall buy for myself. With it’s single mast it will be small, perfect for me. All I want it to go far far away on it.
In her dreams she sailed through the wind, feeling the loosely interwoven fabric of the air, and in those moments she felt happy, like nothing could touch her.
He said let’s sail around the world and breathe the sky. He said let’s fall asleep intertwined and touch our lips together. He said you’re beautiful and he said the earth was mine and I know he meant it because his eyes were bright and his smile was electric. I kissed him on both cheekbones because I wanted to and it was warm on my lips and rough and I knew this couldn’t last but I had never wanted anything to last like I wanted this. He said I don’t want you anymore and I knew he meant it because his eyes were sad and his face was carved in stone.
One summer we went sailing. No one didn’t like it. We were quiet. No one said a word. The girls were teenagers then so we were accustomed to silence. But this was a quiet of an entirely different sort. We breathed through it in unison.
I would love to be in some far off Eastern state right now. I could get over the blistering cold if I wee able to spend time on the beach, with rocks and crabs and imperfections and life. Where people wear bulky sweaters and have conversations that intrigue me and mystify me at times. This faux-European setting with history, art, and meaning.
I can close my eyes and dream of the day I sail away with him, as I lean against his chest, and feel the breeze and the warm sun upon my skin.