The tide is amazing, gorgeous an humble, fierce, prideful, strong…..and free !
let me lap in your waves, let me bathe in your sea. Let me rock in your arms, and dream.
the ocean is scary and will swallow me whole when the tide is high with sharks surrounding me slowly, i quickly will try to escape the the throes will carry me under carefully taking me away from the sharks
The tide touches her feet. Such a gentle lover she thought. And as she turned her pale face towards the sunlight one last time, she smiled. Maybe today, I won’t cry to sleep.
i am gently awoken by the shock of cold water coming in contact with my warm toes. my eyes squint, adjusting to the bright sun. the tide has risen, the ocean laughing at me, inching its way closer
Hey….I know this band called “Black Tide.” And honestly, thats the first thing that came to my mind. I don’t see why though, because they are not that great in my mind.
The tide is rolling in as we sit in the sand. The water licks at our toes and we laugh. I smile at you and you do the same and I wonder how I got so lucky to have you here with me. The setting sun is reflected in your blue eyes as they stare into my own and you lean in to kiss me. This is where I want to be forever; me in your arms, you in mine. Forever.
Tidal wave that flows in to the ocean side of the beach. Im sitting on a beach in California and just watching the tide flow in. My mind is wondering to places that I have not thought about before or in a while.
IT seems as if the word ”tide” is such a quintessential word for a romance story. As if love can only take place in naked passion on a sandy shore. Well this story is different. It’s about a tide but love doesn’t come into it.
The tide of life. The good and the bad comes as certainly as the morning and evening tides. Waves of good luck and waves of bad luck.. We all seem to have them. Oh so profound at this time of morning. Or not. What d’ya reckon? t
Slow, fast, powerful. A tide will pull you under if not ready, leave you speechless and forgotten. Stand up, ride out the change. The tide is constant, it beats against the shore with no mercy, but caresses the sand in forgiveness
Fuck the tide! Fuck the tide and the beach it rolled in on. I come to the beach to enjoy it, but I was busy and now it’s late in the day and the tide is coming in…. thanks!
The tide washed onto the sand, quietly. I looked up to see the last of the sun sinking down into the ocean. I began to dream of my childhood with great sadness.
the oceans tide is high when the moon is full at night. i wanna sit on the beach with our toes in that tide and watch the waves hit the rocks on the shore. You make me feel like were at the center of the earth were the gravity is strongest and im falling. falling in love with you.
the tide is hi but i’m holding on. i’m gonna be your number one…da da da hillary duff. man wheat went wrong…aww remember lizzie mcguire…she as so cute then…then she turned into a little singer rebel…like miley cyrus. good girl gone baddd haha. her new album cover…oh miley….
I watched it go back and forth, crashing, turning, like never before. I never thought that the ocean would turn on the world. The one thing keeping all of us afloat is the only thing that can really sink us. This tide is bad, and it’s only going to get worse.
The waves crashed upon the sandy shore, sending cascades of bright and shining water droplets into the air. The dolphins and the seagulls and all other aquatic life lived happily in this wonderful expanse of natural beauty.
You move me like the ocean tide. Where you go I go. I’m deeply affected and also ashamed that your actions concern me so. Why should I be bothered? Every little thing you say sounds musical.
The tide was at it’s highest and the sun was hitting the water on the horizon. I looked next to me and you were right there holding my hand and you kissed me with such amazing passion.
the crash of the waves as the tide pushed it against the rocks was deafening, and we looked at each other in anxiety. If it didn’t stop soon, our whole plan would be for naught.
tide makes me think of tidal waves which makes me think of waves which makes me think of stone harbor new jersey and the beach house that my family used to have. we had many traditions at the house and i miss it very much. i can’t wait to take a vacation there and show my husband all those traditions!
waves. i like waves. i’m actually afraid of the ocean. i don’t lik enot being able to see whats under me. kinda frightening. i guess thats one of my problems. trust. i can’t really trust anyone, anything. wow.
She gasped for air and ducked under the next wave. The tide pulled at her body, claiming her and fighting to pull her away, but gave up when she bobbed to the surface. Treading water in the lull between crests, she waved to her friends on the beach.
The tide rolled in and out, in and out. What washed up to her feet, she couldn’t believe. It was like it was a dream. This was not supposed to be real. She took two steps back, looked around, and picked it up.
“The tide is high and Im moving on”. The first thing that pops out of my head when i see this is: freedom. A way to escape life’s pressures and challenges. As an island girl, i hear this word often. The oceans waves and TIDES are beautiful. They represent the vast and endless possibilities the island could have. The tide
Oh the tide was coming in and we were sad to see it as we were looking for sea glass and the best time to find the sea glass it low tide. But still we looked and walked all up and down Nantasket Beach, the waves were white and large and beautiful.
I can already feel the tide sweeping me away, though i’m still standing at the top of the cliff. I brace myself for the jump, but a voice stops me.
“Annabel?” he calls.
Everyone’s been writing about the tide of the ocean, how it drifts back and forth, slowly and carefully. But what everyone has forgotten is the way it gets rough. The way it gets angry. The way it pulled her back under time and time again as I watched, helpless, from the shore.
As I sat quietly thinking about my love of this mighty ocean the water crept slowly up the sandy beach with each wave. Soon all the steps of all the people who touched the earth this day would vanish. Who had been here? Who would I never meet and possibly have a wonderful friendship with?
The tide is amazing, gorgeous an humble, fierce, prideful, strong…..and free !
let me lap in your waves, let me bathe in your sea. Let me rock in your arms, and dream.
The tide of plenty. The tide of signs.
the ocean is scary and will swallow me whole when the tide is high with sharks surrounding me slowly, i quickly will try to escape the the throes will carry me under carefully taking me away from the sharks
The tide touches her feet. Such a gentle lover she thought. And as she turned her pale face towards the sunlight one last time, she smiled. Maybe today, I won’t cry to sleep.
The tide rolled into the rocky beach as he sat on the cold bench waiting for something that would never come.
i am gently awoken by the shock of cold water coming in contact with my warm toes. my eyes squint, adjusting to the bright sun. the tide has risen, the ocean laughing at me, inching its way closer
The tide rolls. The tide rolled. The tide is rolling. Moonlight peeks clandestine shadowing the tide. I stand in forever awe at it’s sparklin
Hey….I know this band called “Black Tide.” And honestly, thats the first thing that came to my mind. I don’t see why though, because they are not that great in my mind.
The tide is rolling in as we sit in the sand. The water licks at our toes and we laugh. I smile at you and you do the same and I wonder how I got so lucky to have you here with me. The setting sun is reflected in your blue eyes as they stare into my own and you lean in to kiss me. This is where I want to be forever; me in your arms, you in mine. Forever.
Tidal wave that flows in to the ocean side of the beach. Im sitting on a beach in California and just watching the tide flow in. My mind is wondering to places that I have not thought about before or in a while.
IT seems as if the word ”tide” is such a quintessential word for a romance story. As if love can only take place in naked passion on a sandy shore. Well this story is different. It’s about a tide but love doesn’t come into it.
The tide of life. The good and the bad comes as certainly as the morning and evening tides. Waves of good luck and waves of bad luck.. We all seem to have them. Oh so profound at this time of morning. Or not. What d’ya reckon? t
Slow, fast, powerful. A tide will pull you under if not ready, leave you speechless and forgotten. Stand up, ride out the change. The tide is constant, it beats against the shore with no mercy, but caresses the sand in forgiveness
Fuck the tide! Fuck the tide and the beach it rolled in on. I come to the beach to enjoy it, but I was busy and now it’s late in the day and the tide is coming in…. thanks!
The tide washed onto the sand, quietly. I looked up to see the last of the sun sinking down into the ocean. I began to dream of my childhood with great sadness.
the oceans tide is high when the moon is full at night. i wanna sit on the beach with our toes in that tide and watch the waves hit the rocks on the shore. You make me feel like were at the center of the earth were the gravity is strongest and im falling. falling in love with you.
breaker, breaker:
down with the…
up with the….
sun, beware of the
walk away proudly
&
don’t look …
the tide is hi but i’m holding on. i’m gonna be your number one…da da da hillary duff. man wheat went wrong…aww remember lizzie mcguire…she as so cute then…then she turned into a little singer rebel…like miley cyrus. good girl gone baddd haha. her new album cover…oh miley….
The oil slick came and went with the tide,,a greasy oily monster let loose on the unsuspecting denziens,,
I watched it go back and forth, crashing, turning, like never before. I never thought that the ocean would turn on the world. The one thing keeping all of us afloat is the only thing that can really sink us. This tide is bad, and it’s only going to get worse.
Let tidings of temporary change tide you over until things get tidied up, or the wide-eyed, tie-dyed fools will throw you to the rolling waves.
The waves crashed upon the sandy shore, sending cascades of bright and shining water droplets into the air. The dolphins and the seagulls and all other aquatic life lived happily in this wonderful expanse of natural beauty.
You move me like the ocean tide. Where you go I go. I’m deeply affected and also ashamed that your actions concern me so. Why should I be bothered? Every little thing you say sounds musical.
undertow and day glow
hold my breath and let go
The tide was at it’s highest and the sun was hitting the water on the horizon. I looked next to me and you were right there holding my hand and you kissed me with such amazing passion.
the crash of the waves as the tide pushed it against the rocks was deafening, and we looked at each other in anxiety. If it didn’t stop soon, our whole plan would be for naught.
as i added the detergent to the water. all of the fishes stopped being smelly. all was good in all of creation.
The tide rolls in as they walk down to the beach. Their eye and hands are locked. And at that moment everything in the world is perfect.
tide makes me think of tidal waves which makes me think of waves which makes me think of stone harbor new jersey and the beach house that my family used to have. we had many traditions at the house and i miss it very much. i can’t wait to take a vacation there and show my husband all those traditions!
waves. i like waves. i’m actually afraid of the ocean. i don’t lik enot being able to see whats under me. kinda frightening. i guess thats one of my problems. trust. i can’t really trust anyone, anything. wow.
you held my hand
inside the sand
i’ve been here and there and everywhere
but you know where i’d like to swim?
i’d like to feel
seaweed arms about my ankles
and i won’t scream
and cry like i did when i was six
if they belonged to you
i’ve loved one beach all my life
and felt one ocean’s caress
but to feel the tide in your eyes
around my wrists
would make me drown in your undertow
The tides are like the heartbeats of the world, out and in each day, thumping on well past the time when we will all be done.
She gasped for air and ducked under the next wave. The tide pulled at her body, claiming her and fighting to pull her away, but gave up when she bobbed to the surface. Treading water in the lull between crests, she waved to her friends on the beach.
the tide was rising higher now reaching my ankles. Ut i didint feel the cold water against my legs. I could only feel your amrs around me.
The tide rolled in and out, in and out. What washed up to her feet, she couldn’t believe. It was like it was a dream. This was not supposed to be real. She took two steps back, looked around, and picked it up.
detergent. commercials. laundry. rushing waters. low & high. exploring. beaches. below & beneath. under & over.
“The tide is high and Im moving on”. The first thing that pops out of my head when i see this is: freedom. A way to escape life’s pressures and challenges. As an island girl, i hear this word often. The oceans waves and TIDES are beautiful. They represent the vast and endless possibilities the island could have. The tide
Oh the tide was coming in and we were sad to see it as we were looking for sea glass and the best time to find the sea glass it low tide. But still we looked and walked all up and down Nantasket Beach, the waves were white and large and beautiful.
I can already feel the tide sweeping me away, though i’m still standing at the top of the cliff. I brace myself for the jump, but a voice stops me.
“Annabel?” he calls.
Everyone’s been writing about the tide of the ocean, how it drifts back and forth, slowly and carefully. But what everyone has forgotten is the way it gets rough. The way it gets angry. The way it pulled her back under time and time again as I watched, helpless, from the shore.
As I sat quietly thinking about my love of this mighty ocean the water crept slowly up the sandy beach with each wave. Soon all the steps of all the people who touched the earth this day would vanish. Who had been here? Who would I never meet and possibly have a wonderful friendship with?