i love going in the ocean and watching the tides, feeling them rather. I actually just like to spend time in the ocean because I get super tan, and I never burn. I don’t like when the water is cold. If it’s cold at first, but then gets really warm then that’s OK.
The casualties had been stockpiling before we had even reached the battlefield. Piles of broken bodies lined the trenches, horrendous screams of pain blanketing the entirety of the blood soaked battlefield. The tide had turned.
The tide washed away the sand, refresh ing the beach with new morsels and clean ing the oth ers at the bot tom of the ocean. As well as the grains of sand, it washed away foot prints, sand cas tles, and any proof that human ity had been there in the first place. Every thing was smooth.
The tide crashed, loudly on the shore. Jim though back wearily to the journey he had completed. He wondered if it really was all worth it. From grey to grey.
the tide falls and rises like a circadian rhythm of sleep. it, above all else, stays the same in times of turmoil and chaos, unless of course there is an oil spill.
The tide is turning, to something new. Tides always bring unforeseen futures, reading to the soul of main. The tide is turning, indeed. To something fresh, to something unforeseen. This is the way of life. Keep track of the tides.
I looked out into the sea. I saw it carry him out and succumb him into it’s unknown depths. I looked to the sky and cried. The high tide had claimed my only $20 dollar bill.
The tide washed away the sand, refreshing the beach with new morsels and cleaning the others at the bottom of the ocean. As well as the grains of sand, it washed away footprints, sandcastles, and any proof that humanity had been there in the first place. Everything was smooth.
oceans have tides, tides are caused by the moon’s oribit around earth. the tide shifts from high to low constantly, and it is high tide at two places and low at two others as the water is pulled around
The tides of the ocean is controlled by the moon, I think. I’m not sure really, never was one for science. But anyway, the tide is a pretty neat thing, makes the beach disappear.
the tide was huge and the waves were green. green as the leaves i was born upoin and wrapped in seconds later. green as the leaf which covered adam’s loins once he was stripped of hjis dignity. dignity he will never regain. kind of like r kelly after he wrote “bump and grind” what a joke. joking is a joking matter. a matter of fact joking is teasing is cheating is meeting greeting peeing like prestoin right now haha oh goodness this is pure gold. gold mold old told. i told youuu, i’m the best in the business you might wanna witness this ish. because it doesn’t get any better. obama is on the television and he is annoying me because he keeps sayingthe election is over people, i won.” yeah, get over it and do your job so i can stop hating you because i really wanna like you but you’re really sucking right now.
It waits for no man but in my case it was probably not true. How could I be so unlucky ? There I was, well I think I was but obviously not for the captain of the ferry I was trying to catch to get to my best friend’s wedding.
Like the rising wave of hope to overcome, I charged into the worldly splendor of community evangelism. I rose to take the pancake from the mouth of the devil sitting in the booth next to mine. *tide*
The tide of the ocean sways in and out while the poor, defenseless animals are suffering during this tragic time in American history. They are stuck to the shores while the tide full of oil keeps receding away the hopes of sustanent life.
the tide washes over and flushes the sand down down to the deep sea, pushing the ecosystem further away from land and far from the madness of human nature. little angie the anglerfish was content and she doesn’t have any friends and she didn’t need them, but she loved the company of her male parasite.
The brilliance of the noonday sun caused me a slight headache. I decided to rest in the shade of a coconut tree, listening to the sounds of the morning tide. As I closed my eyes, i wondered if I was stuck in this infernal place forever, or would my rescue come soon.
The tide comes in like a wind chime, slow, soft, pushing back and forth until the melody is a constant loop singing over and over in your head and drifting into your ears with a swirling and flow of motion. The breeze picks up, pushes your hair from your eyes and runs after the retreating waves. It pushes it up and brings it back down like an indecisive lover. The water gently pushes against your toes tentatively like a shy secret waiting to be revealed. As it pulls back with rejection you take a step forward, asking for it to come back, but it’s too late. The tide falls back, rolls in on itself and curls under the sand. The chimes end, your smile fades, and you take a step back…
The waves lapped up on her feet as she stared off over the lake. Lake Michigan, which had felt like her home for as long as she could remember. On a clear day she could just see the outline of the city on the far shore.
the tide ebbs and flows but teh rock stays in the same place… always has, always will. no one will notice that it has been there, and no one ever has noticed it. it is the eternally alone.
She watches the tide come in. How long has she been standing here? How long until she finally decides to leave? She doesn’t know – she only knows that she finds it oddly calming, watching the tide come in, inexorably, unstoppable. The tide doesn’t care what it rolls over, doesn’t care what’s in its way, doesn’t care about anything – it just does what it does without thought, without emotion.
The bottle was only half full, yet it still was heavy. Susie thought she would be mommy’s-little-helper by starting a load of laundry, but her “help” ended up spilling the remainder of the bottle of Tide all over the floor. If you’ve ever tried wiping up liquid laundry detergent you know how difficult it can be. If you add water at all you only compound the problem. Paper towels, or any towel for that matter, can only hold so much of the goop. You end up using 16 super-sized rolls of Brawny in the endeavor. Susie didn’t know what to do. She did the only thing she could think of. She bent down, scooped as much Tide into her hand as she could, and put handfuls of Tide into the washing machine. She closed the machine, turned the dial, and hit the start button. Mission accomplished.
I was washing my close in the ocean and the sharks were trying to eat my underwhere and i almost drowned. The little fish were trying to talk to me and tell me that it wasn’t safe to swim in the ocean or wash my cloths here.
water, pools, the ocean, in a state of flux. wind, the moon. wolves howling, Halloween. being scared, scary princesses. brothers and friends, my black cat clementine. Always forgetting to feed the cat, loving him but not taking responsibility. Mom getting angry, calling me self-centered. me being a teenager, depressed, alone, sad and angry at mother because it is easier than blaming myself.
I don’t know whether or not to write about the tides of the ocean or the tide that I use to clean my clothes. Wait. Maybe the tide I use to clean my clothes could be used to clean the oily tides of the Gulf of Mexico! I think it’d be quite excellent if we could do this. It’d be a play on words and a help to the environment. Let’s get on this!
The tide is shifting she thought. Before I just used to let it throw me around, but now, now I will work against the tide and no longer let it decide if I will drown.
tide crashed. sun sets. can we ever be the same? not when the days are passing so quickly. how can we ever claim change when we can’t see time passing before us? why do we want to move ahead so hard when the good times are where we stand?
i watched from the balcony as the tides crashed against the sands. I felt strong arms come up behind me, and i leaned into them.
i love going in the ocean and watching the tides, feeling them rather. I actually just like to spend time in the ocean because I get super tan, and I never burn. I don’t like when the water is cold. If it’s cold at first, but then gets really warm then that’s OK.
The tide was getting higher and higher, but we didn’t care we just kept swimming.
The casualties had been stockpiling before we had even reached the battlefield. Piles of broken bodies lined the trenches, horrendous screams of pain blanketing the entirety of the blood soaked battlefield. The tide had turned.
The tide washed away the sand, refresh ing the beach with new morsels and clean ing the oth ers at the bot tom of the ocean. As well as the grains of sand, it washed away foot prints, sand cas tles, and any proof that human ity had been there in the first place. Every thing was smooth.
The tide may ebb and flow, but it is by way of the moon (our thoughts), that make them possible.
The tide crashed, loudly on the shore. Jim though back wearily to the journey he had completed. He wondered if it really was all worth it. From grey to grey.
the tide falls and rises like a circadian rhythm of sleep. it, above all else, stays the same in times of turmoil and chaos, unless of course there is an oil spill.
The tide is turning, to something new. Tides always bring unforeseen futures, reading to the soul of main. The tide is turning, indeed. To something fresh, to something unforeseen. This is the way of life. Keep track of the tides.
I looked out into the sea. I saw it carry him out and succumb him into it’s unknown depths. I looked to the sky and cried. The high tide had claimed my only $20 dollar bill.
The tide washed away the sand, refreshing the beach with new morsels and cleaning the others at the bottom of the ocean. As well as the grains of sand, it washed away footprints, sandcastles, and any proof that humanity had been there in the first place. Everything was smooth.
oceans have tides, tides are caused by the moon’s oribit around earth. the tide shifts from high to low constantly, and it is high tide at two places and low at two others as the water is pulled around
The tides of the ocean is controlled by the moon, I think. I’m not sure really, never was one for science. But anyway, the tide is a pretty neat thing, makes the beach disappear.
the tide was huge and the waves were green. green as the leaves i was born upoin and wrapped in seconds later. green as the leaf which covered adam’s loins once he was stripped of hjis dignity. dignity he will never regain. kind of like r kelly after he wrote “bump and grind” what a joke. joking is a joking matter. a matter of fact joking is teasing is cheating is meeting greeting peeing like prestoin right now haha oh goodness this is pure gold. gold mold old told. i told youuu, i’m the best in the business you might wanna witness this ish. because it doesn’t get any better. obama is on the television and he is annoying me because he keeps sayingthe election is over people, i won.” yeah, get over it and do your job so i can stop hating you because i really wanna like you but you’re really sucking right now.
It waits for no man but in my case it was probably not true. How could I be so unlucky ? There I was, well I think I was but obviously not for the captain of the ferry I was trying to catch to get to my best friend’s wedding.
Like the rising wave of hope to overcome, I charged into the worldly splendor of community evangelism. I rose to take the pancake from the mouth of the devil sitting in the booth next to mine. *tide*
The tides are turning with time. Be patient while the tides come crashing in.
The tide of the ocean sways in and out while the poor, defenseless animals are suffering during this tragic time in American history. They are stuck to the shores while the tide full of oil keeps receding away the hopes of sustanent life.
the tide washes over and flushes the sand down down to the deep sea, pushing the ecosystem further away from land and far from the madness of human nature. little angie the anglerfish was content and she doesn’t have any friends and she didn’t need them, but she loved the company of her male parasite.
The battle was raging and the bodies were piling. The number lost heavily outwaying the numbers survived. The tide was turned.
The brilliance of the noonday sun caused me a slight headache. I decided to rest in the shade of a coconut tree, listening to the sounds of the morning tide. As I closed my eyes, i wondered if I was stuck in this infernal place forever, or would my rescue come soon.
The tide comes in like a wind chime, slow, soft, pushing back and forth until the melody is a constant loop singing over and over in your head and drifting into your ears with a swirling and flow of motion. The breeze picks up, pushes your hair from your eyes and runs after the retreating waves. It pushes it up and brings it back down like an indecisive lover. The water gently pushes against your toes tentatively like a shy secret waiting to be revealed. As it pulls back with rejection you take a step forward, asking for it to come back, but it’s too late. The tide falls back, rolls in on itself and curls under the sand. The chimes end, your smile fades, and you take a step back…
As the tide washed in, he saw it. Shiny at first. A brilliant small sparatic light that seemed to beckon him. And he knew it was his last day alive.
The waves lapped up on her feet as she stared off over the lake. Lake Michigan, which had felt like her home for as long as she could remember. On a clear day she could just see the outline of the city on the far shore.
the tide pulls at my feet, similar to how the moon pulls at the earth. both look for companionship, both are linked together in a loving relationship.
tide makes me think of water and the ocean that ive never seen before i would like to see the ocean before i die i also would like to try surfing
the tide ebbs and flows but teh rock stays in the same place… always has, always will. no one will notice that it has been there, and no one ever has noticed it. it is the eternally alone.
as we moved through the tide it finally came to us….We recognized our true nature and fell crying in the ocean that birthed us.
She watches the tide come in. How long has she been standing here? How long until she finally decides to leave? She doesn’t know – she only knows that she finds it oddly calming, watching the tide come in, inexorably, unstoppable. The tide doesn’t care what it rolls over, doesn’t care what’s in its way, doesn’t care about anything – it just does what it does without thought, without emotion.
The bottle was only half full, yet it still was heavy. Susie thought she would be mommy’s-little-helper by starting a load of laundry, but her “help” ended up spilling the remainder of the bottle of Tide all over the floor. If you’ve ever tried wiping up liquid laundry detergent you know how difficult it can be. If you add water at all you only compound the problem. Paper towels, or any towel for that matter, can only hold so much of the goop. You end up using 16 super-sized rolls of Brawny in the endeavor. Susie didn’t know what to do. She did the only thing she could think of. She bent down, scooped as much Tide into her hand as she could, and put handfuls of Tide into the washing machine. She closed the machine, turned the dial, and hit the start button. Mission accomplished.
I was washing my close in the ocean and the sharks were trying to eat my underwhere and i almost drowned. The little fish were trying to talk to me and tell me that it wasn’t safe to swim in the ocean or wash my cloths here.
water, pools, the ocean, in a state of flux. wind, the moon. wolves howling, Halloween. being scared, scary princesses. brothers and friends, my black cat clementine. Always forgetting to feed the cat, loving him but not taking responsibility. Mom getting angry, calling me self-centered. me being a teenager, depressed, alone, sad and angry at mother because it is easier than blaming myself.
I don’t know whether or not to write about the tides of the ocean or the tide that I use to clean my clothes. Wait. Maybe the tide I use to clean my clothes could be used to clean the oily tides of the Gulf of Mexico! I think it’d be quite excellent if we could do this. It’d be a play on words and a help to the environment. Let’s get on this!
Jesus made Tide for the apostles to clean their robes with. If you don’t use Tide then you are a Satanist. Case Closed.
tide. moon tide. the midnight-blue waves crashing as we collect shells and derobe. we run, naked, into the crest.
Something’s changing in all of us. We’re crashing along the shores, just waiting for big enough moons to cause real damage. God help us when we do.
The tide is shifting she thought. Before I just used to let it throw me around, but now, now I will work against the tide and no longer let it decide if I will drown.
Were’s the rip tide? I’ve been following the ebb and flow for 28 days, riding the wax, and sliding on the wane.
get my clothes clean. clean as can be. like to wear clean clothes they smell good. really good so good infa
tide crashed. sun sets. can we ever be the same? not when the days are passing so quickly. how can we ever claim change when we can’t see time passing before us? why do we want to move ahead so hard when the good times are where we stand?