Constantly moving. Always changing. As humans we are pushed and pushed to our limits constantly. How are we supposed to cope with the constant battles facing us every single day? Cheat? Learn? Step on others to help ourselves?
The tide overcomes my body
in cold shudder.
Away from the waves, some distance apart
The light breaks through the cloud
Like a part of heaven
Peeking through the sky.
And we sailed away
Mumbling our goodbyes.
Gushing watery change of direction. Of mood, a sign of the times. A detergent… I think. What else? A flow of ideas. A tsunami causing destruction. Get positive. Ok an improvement in attitude. Yup. A better world…some day, a tide will turn and we’ll all be better off for it. A Blondie song.
the tide came in bringing people with it in waves, limbs over limps smacking on a dried and cracking ground. From somewhere there came recommendations for a life guard, and everyone agreed. Save ships that may be passing from the people who created them.
In ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, George offers Mary the moon, pulled down by a lasso. Maybe the tide would be thrown into chaos, perhaps flooding everything. It would be a world ended by love, no?
The tide reminds me of the ocean. When the tide goes out, the beach smells really bad. There is also tide brand detergent. And the Blondie song, the tide is high.
Wow. Tide again. This site is really creative. That’s sarcasm you’re smelling. Guess I’ll just have to kill myselft. I really feel incapable of trust at this point. Tide has ruined my life.
The tide is coming in. I feel the water going up over my feet and starting to approach my legs. I am drowning. What will I do? You stand and watch me. No help, just staring. Why? Why are you doing it?
tide is a really good detergent. my mom uses it all the time to wash clothes. she gets it from costco. because it is cheaper at costco. costco also sells other stuff at really good prices on other stuff.
Tide stick gets any stain out. Red tide – don’t eat oysters or seafood. Seafood on your pale naked body. I like to lick it off your body and reminisce about the briny ocean air. Boardwalks as a child – fond memories.
The tide pulls gently on the sands, washing away all the impurities left on the shore. It roars as it rushes up the slope, bringing with it shells and starfish and taking with it the last remains of memories.
When I was a kid I used to watch a show where a girl would throw a magical conch shell into the ocean, and a seahorse would rise out of the water.
At the beach one summer, my uncle Paul found a conch shell in the water and brought it back to the shore for me. I quickly threw it back, hoping something would happen as the tide carried it away. Nothing did. I want it back.
The tide gently goes in and out. the man stands quietly on the beach, observing the setting sun and rainbow of colors in the sky. a quiet beach afternoon, pleasant for some but the man had more on his mind.
We lay on the shore breathing air into each others lungs. The tide: a measure of love. How quickly it can be washed away. The brackish air dries the skin. No castles are to be made here this eve. Twilight tides are at highest rise. The moon; the master.
The tide of the current leaks from the brain of the youth
You will not see it when it comes
nor when it goes
It will undemine all of your cursive skills
i want to be at the ocean. with someone. on a cliff. just sitting there. enjoying the tides coming in and out. the constant noise and breeze. i wish that i was possible to live on a cliff by the ocean.
detergent. i don’t really like it because it makes me itch a little bit. i liked cheer, but they don’t make it anymore. so now i use like gain or something, and it’s the liquid kind and it leaves horrible greasy stains on my shirts. WHAT THE FLIP?! Also, something to do with the beach but i’ve never been. sucks about that oil spill though, eh?
what in the world is that! The tide is coming into the shore. I can’t even run from it because the tide is coming in too fast! ahh! The tide sucks me toward the ocean which is full of strawberry ice cream. I am really really tired and I slowly get back to shore on a raft.
Tidy. Life used to be so neat and tidy. Like the clean blue and white box of detergent on the shelf in the hall closet. But things had gotten darker, life existed now in greys and blacks and were a little bit dirtier, no matter what she tried to do about it.
As the water washed, she searched for any sign that there’d been a survivor. Just one. Just the right one. Was he out there? Please let him be out there. Please let him be alive.
The tide was coming in. We gathered everything in a heap moving back away from it. After having to do it once more, we just let nature be. The tide washed over us and our things. We threw our heads back and laughed at the simplicity.
I walked up on the shore. The tide wasn’t high or low right now, rather in the middle though leaning towards the former. It would wash up on my toes, cold and shocking. I giggled unwillingly as the water touched my feet and he grabbed my waist at the same time.
tide seemed to her to describe too many things but made her remember very specific things like the time in puetro vallarta when she went body surfing and she ended up with her leg bloody. she had tried to claw over the waves but as soon as she grounded her toes in the underwater sand, another wave would knock out of kilter. she tried to remain calm, as she knew would be best. Best not upset the beach people. But even though she was calm, everyone stared on the way to the hotel room
The tide was high. I heard once that it was controled by the moon. I don’t know much about that stuff but it made me think. If my life was the tide then he was the moon. I am completely at his mercy and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I miss the tides at Seaside. It’s so calming and serene. I think this is why so many portlanders suffer from the idea that they are different than anyone else on the planet. Our beaches are so individualistic.
the ocean’s crashing noise swallows up my ears, and my vision fades to black. the sound is all too familiar, a reminder of the ship that sailed away, carrying you with it. i can’t escape.
The tide came off the shore and beat the rocks to a pulp, kind of like that Jewish boxer at Yankee stadium. Unknowingly, the rocks also held a dark secret…
the shore is a pretty place. i used to be crazy about water. I was a water element. But now im with the earth because its more stable and things arent as chaotic. its kinda boring.
tide seemed to her to describe too many things but made her remember very specific things like the time in puetro vallarta when she went body surfing and she ended up with her leg bloody. she had tried to claw over the waves but as soon as she grounded her toes in the underwater sand, another wave would knock her over kilter.
Constantly moving. Always changing. As humans we are pushed and pushed to our limits constantly. How are we supposed to cope with the constant battles facing us every single day? Cheat? Learn? Step on others to help ourselves?
The tide overcomes my body
in cold shudder.
Away from the waves, some distance apart
The light breaks through the cloud
Like a part of heaven
Peeking through the sky.
And we sailed away
Mumbling our goodbyes.
As the tide changes, so does every mistake from me. I mess up forever and continue to grow.
The tides turn, the days pass by. When will my journey find it’s course? Where am I to go? What am I to do? I’m not sure, but I’ll just start here.
Gushing watery change of direction. Of mood, a sign of the times. A detergent… I think. What else? A flow of ideas. A tsunami causing destruction. Get positive. Ok an improvement in attitude. Yup. A better world…some day, a tide will turn and we’ll all be better off for it. A Blondie song.
the tide came in bringing people with it in waves, limbs over limps smacking on a dried and cracking ground. From somewhere there came recommendations for a life guard, and everyone agreed. Save ships that may be passing from the people who created them.
In ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, George offers Mary the moon, pulled down by a lasso. Maybe the tide would be thrown into chaos, perhaps flooding everything. It would be a world ended by love, no?
The tide reminds me of the ocean. When the tide goes out, the beach smells really bad. There is also tide brand detergent. And the Blondie song, the tide is high.
the waves that swashed against the sensual shore brought me back to the days of yore when the core of my soul was washed by the wreathing tide.
Wow. Tide again. This site is really creative. That’s sarcasm you’re smelling. Guess I’ll just have to kill myselft. I really feel incapable of trust at this point. Tide has ruined my life.
A tide of thoughts rushed through my head, i had to get out alive, but how?.
The tide is coming in. I feel the water going up over my feet and starting to approach my legs. I am drowning. What will I do? You stand and watch me. No help, just staring. Why? Why are you doing it?
HELP
tide is a really good detergent. my mom uses it all the time to wash clothes. she gets it from costco. because it is cheaper at costco. costco also sells other stuff at really good prices on other stuff.
Tide stick gets any stain out. Red tide – don’t eat oysters or seafood. Seafood on your pale naked body. I like to lick it off your body and reminisce about the briny ocean air. Boardwalks as a child – fond memories.
this word makes me want to live on the ocean. in maine. with the cliffs. drinking red wine and enjoying the breeze.
The tide pulls gently on the sands, washing away all the impurities left on the shore. It roars as it rushes up the slope, bringing with it shells and starfish and taking with it the last remains of memories.
When I was a kid I used to watch a show where a girl would throw a magical conch shell into the ocean, and a seahorse would rise out of the water.
At the beach one summer, my uncle Paul found a conch shell in the water and brought it back to the shore for me. I quickly threw it back, hoping something would happen as the tide carried it away. Nothing did. I want it back.
well it makes me think of hawii it was fun i want to go back a gain ya
The tide gently goes in and out. the man stands quietly on the beach, observing the setting sun and rainbow of colors in the sky. a quiet beach afternoon, pleasant for some but the man had more on his mind.
We lay on the shore breathing air into each others lungs. The tide: a measure of love. How quickly it can be washed away. The brackish air dries the skin. No castles are to be made here this eve. Twilight tides are at highest rise. The moon; the master.
The tide of the current leaks from the brain of the youth
You will not see it when it comes
nor when it goes
It will undemine all of your cursive skills
i want to be at the ocean. with someone. on a cliff. just sitting there. enjoying the tides coming in and out. the constant noise and breeze. i wish that i was possible to live on a cliff by the ocean.
water and ocean waves and watermellon laundry detergeant
detergent. i don’t really like it because it makes me itch a little bit. i liked cheer, but they don’t make it anymore. so now i use like gain or something, and it’s the liquid kind and it leaves horrible greasy stains on my shirts. WHAT THE FLIP?! Also, something to do with the beach but i’ve never been. sucks about that oil spill though, eh?
what in the world is that! The tide is coming into the shore. I can’t even run from it because the tide is coming in too fast! ahh! The tide sucks me toward the ocean which is full of strawberry ice cream. I am really really tired and I slowly get back to shore on a raft.
Tide of the ocean was strong. it pulled us closer together. WE didn’t realize how good it felt, thanks to the tide we now do.
Tidy. Life used to be so neat and tidy. Like the clean blue and white box of detergent on the shelf in the hall closet. But things had gotten darker, life existed now in greys and blacks and were a little bit dirtier, no matter what she tried to do about it.
As the water washed, she searched for any sign that there’d been a survivor. Just one. Just the right one. Was he out there? Please let him be out there. Please let him be alive.
The tide was high and rising all the time. Without knowing it the gods lost control of it. It rose and rose…
The tide was coming in. We gathered everything in a heap moving back away from it. After having to do it once more, we just let nature be. The tide washed over us and our things. We threw our heads back and laughed at the simplicity.
Tide is the best detergent to clean your clothes with. It offers sexual enjoyment, plus clean clothes. Tide is the way to go in order to tidy up.
she looked as the tide came in. it slowly washed over her, in and out, in and out. it slowly covered her mouth as she ran out of breath.
I walked up on the shore. The tide wasn’t high or low right now, rather in the middle though leaning towards the former. It would wash up on my toes, cold and shocking. I giggled unwillingly as the water touched my feet and he grabbed my waist at the same time.
tide seemed to her to describe too many things but made her remember very specific things like the time in puetro vallarta when she went body surfing and she ended up with her leg bloody. she had tried to claw over the waves but as soon as she grounded her toes in the underwater sand, another wave would knock out of kilter. she tried to remain calm, as she knew would be best. Best not upset the beach people. But even though she was calm, everyone stared on the way to the hotel room
The tide was high. I heard once that it was controled by the moon. I don’t know much about that stuff but it made me think. If my life was the tide then he was the moon. I am completely at his mercy and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I miss the tides at Seaside. It’s so calming and serene. I think this is why so many portlanders suffer from the idea that they are different than anyone else on the planet. Our beaches are so individualistic.
the ocean’s crashing noise swallows up my ears, and my vision fades to black. the sound is all too familiar, a reminder of the ship that sailed away, carrying you with it. i can’t escape.
The tide came off the shore and beat the rocks to a pulp, kind of like that Jewish boxer at Yankee stadium. Unknowingly, the rocks also held a dark secret…
the shore is a pretty place. i used to be crazy about water. I was a water element. But now im with the earth because its more stable and things arent as chaotic. its kinda boring.
tide seemed to her to describe too many things but made her remember very specific things like the time in puetro vallarta when she went body surfing and she ended up with her leg bloody. she had tried to claw over the waves but as soon as she grounded her toes in the underwater sand, another wave would knock her over kilter.