I really hate the ocean. Most people love it. They write songs about it and praise how peaceful it is and how wonderful it makes them feel. I hate the ocean. The tide rolling in does not make me smile, and I;m sick of hearing about it.
there were times when I would dip my toes into the sea, and let the salt push its saltiness between my toes. this was the worst sentence that I have wrotten in my life. and that was when the english began to slip from my mouth into a concave
She walked through the sands as water lapped at her ankles. With no destination in mind and no place to go, the tide wiped away the press of her footprints in the beach.
the whipping waves brought into the beach a tide of salt that slicked the sand into tiny pebbles of thoughtless whatevers. And that was when her feet felt the cool riptide tickle her toes. And all was washed away.
the tide is high, i guess… I mean, that’s what she said :) sorry, tots lyring… not good with writter’s blockage.. nor my spelling, actually.
ohh thx Rainn Wilson for giving me this site…
what can anyone write bout tide?!?
tides are generated from ocean.
Each and every tide creates a lot of force and bring immense water.
What to do on a high tide? SHall you go to ocean to swim? No, please do not.
the tide washes up against my feet. everything is so peaceful, so blissful. i wish for this moment to last forever, for you to never leave my side. but summer is ending soon, and i know this will too.
She began to tidy up, dancing back and forth between the rows of her life. She sweeps the memories and dusts the nightmares away, vowing to begin anew. Some stains remain, though, and she wonders “What now…”
And I agree; the tide comes in and out without notice or caution, like the earth’s lungs subconsciously breathing, with no concern for anything but itself, in a rhythmic come-and-go motion, much like the seasons, or clockwork, or you.
The wind blew across the beach. The girl looked out on the ocean. A tear fell from her eye and from where she stood the salt water drop joined its friends with a bigger purpose. The girl had never had one- a bigger purpose.
The tide rolls in from time to time. I sit staring out at the endless abyss of liquid misery wondering if it’ll lap up everything that it keeps sending back anyway. I don’t mind getting swallowed up by the force of it all. It’s nice to be a part of some kind of pattern. It’s nice.
It rolls in as it always has only now I am not a child so it isn’t the same mysterious and comforting presence and when it rolls in or out I am never even sure.
The ocean was swelling up until I couldn’t see anymore. Everything was a blur. Did I fall off the boat ? I fell off the boat. I can’t believe it. I’m drowning? I’m drowning! I have to get to shore to the boat or somewhere.
“The tides are changing, with every breath we take, every move we make, and every heart we break. They are changing faster than the seasons, more unpredictably than the weather. The tides are changing, and whether for the worse or for the better, I cannot say for sure.”
sometimes it washes you away, and sometimes it brings you in. there is an ebb and flow to the universe that somehow resonates with the tide, and it is something that always makes you feel much smaller but at peace with the universe. Let your inner and outer spirit be washed clean in the salty brine of existence. We all become smooth again.
tide the freshest laundry in town and what do you say did you say it smells like birds and fluff and everything nice. Ahhh the freshest air full of possibilities…..
White like foam, crowning the sea, bringing bottles of secrets and lost sailors,
mermaids claw the eyes out, eating heartily
swallowed ships are never brought to shore by the tide.
I never understood how someone could get swept away in a tide – carried against their will, frightened. I’ve always been a good swimmer and figured I could beat it. Now I realize this might be a metaphor for my whole life – but maybe I’m overanalyzing it.
oh hai there is a tide and it goews in and out like the sighs from my mouth there are birds in the sky, floating with the ocean. the sky doesnt end maeo ncjbdjsbfaBDCzjhv YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Mornings at the beach are so calm. The waves lap against the shore like crinkles in a sheet. There are times I wish the tide would wash me away. Out to sea, floating away.
it’s something that happens when your wide awake and you don’t know what to think any more to help you fall asleep. this big tide of something comes over you and the next thing you know you are waking up at 11 o’clock in the morning.
I was swimming out in the ocean, when the tide pulled me in. I thought I was going to drown. I’d always heard that the undertoe was quite a force, but never knew how strong it could be until I experienced it.
Tide is pretty sweet, it comes up and retreats when the earth rotates and is tilted, depending on which way the earth is leaning. Tide can also kill people, by washing them away to sea… its cool to watch its effects.
As the tide rolls out, away with it floats the angst and fear of a year spent doubting it all. Of not knowing my place in the world. Of losing my identity.
The tide within my heart rises and pours from my eyes.
An uncontrolable phenomenon.
Just like the feelings causing it.
They grow like weeds.
Unwanted, hiding the beauty with shadows
Hidden from the light
I wither away
Slowly disappearing from the world around me
seasons come and seasons go. the tide comes in and out. everyday. things are changing. everything around me, constantly changing. except for me. i stay the same.
the tide rolled up on his feet as he looked at the end of the world, there was nothing anyone could do about it now. All there was to do was enjoy the tide. The tide. Nothing was enjoyable as this tide.
the tide rolled up on his feet as he looked at the end of the world, there was nothing anyone could do about it now. All there was to do was enjoy the tide. The tide. That was it
Tide. Warm washing water. And Tide, the clothing detergent. How sad is that? When I hear tide all I think of is clean clothes. Well obviously corporate America is doing their job. Oh how I love marketing! (Actually)
the tide was low that day. i walked to the beach wearing only my socks. you may think that is an odd thing to do, but these were odd times. certainly for anyone on the western seaboard.
Oceans and rivers and streams, all quilted together into the sea of time. Footprints in the sand on an orange and yellow beach. The tide comes in and tickles your toes, a reminder of where you’ve been before and where you’re going. Then, the water erases the tracks you’ve left and all that is left is millions of grains of sand in front of you, in back of you, and beneath your own feet.
As the tide comes in, it buries alot of the things written so impetuously in the sand.. theyth
I really hate the ocean. Most people love it. They write songs about it and praise how peaceful it is and how wonderful it makes them feel. I hate the ocean. The tide rolling in does not make me smile, and I;m sick of hearing about it.
Paying tiding is a ridiculous thing. Donation should be paid out of willingness rather than force.
there were times when I would dip my toes into the sea, and let the salt push its saltiness between my toes. this was the worst sentence that I have wrotten in my life. and that was when the english began to slip from my mouth into a concave
The tide is high, but we’re holding on. You’re gonna be my number one. I’m not that kind of girl who gives up just like that… Oh no! o o oh!
She walked through the sands as water lapped at her ankles. With no destination in mind and no place to go, the tide wiped away the press of her footprints in the beach.
the whipping waves brought into the beach a tide of salt that slicked the sand into tiny pebbles of thoughtless whatevers. And that was when her feet felt the cool riptide tickle her toes. And all was washed away.
the tide is high, i guess… I mean, that’s what she said :) sorry, tots lyring… not good with writter’s blockage.. nor my spelling, actually.
ohh thx Rainn Wilson for giving me this site…
what can anyone write bout tide?!?
tides are generated from ocean.
Each and every tide creates a lot of force and bring immense water.
What to do on a high tide? SHall you go to ocean to swim? No, please do not.
the tide washes up against my feet. everything is so peaceful, so blissful. i wish for this moment to last forever, for you to never leave my side. but summer is ending soon, and i know this will too.
She began to tidy up, dancing back and forth between the rows of her life. She sweeps the memories and dusts the nightmares away, vowing to begin anew. Some stains remain, though, and she wonders “What now…”
And I agree; the tide comes in and out without notice or caution, like the earth’s lungs subconsciously breathing, with no concern for anything but itself, in a rhythmic come-and-go motion, much like the seasons, or clockwork, or you.
The wind blew across the beach. The girl looked out on the ocean. A tear fell from her eye and from where she stood the salt water drop joined its friends with a bigger purpose. The girl had never had one- a bigger purpose.
“I hope it can tide you over.” She said.
“It’s all you can give.” He says, “I understand.”
The tide rolls in from time to time. I sit staring out at the endless abyss of liquid misery wondering if it’ll lap up everything that it keeps sending back anyway. I don’t mind getting swallowed up by the force of it all. It’s nice to be a part of some kind of pattern. It’s nice.
It rolls in as it always has only now I am not a child so it isn’t the same mysterious and comforting presence and when it rolls in or out I am never even sure.
The ocean was swelling up until I couldn’t see anymore. Everything was a blur. Did I fall off the boat ? I fell off the boat. I can’t believe it. I’m drowning? I’m drowning! I have to get to shore to the boat or somewhere.
“The tides are changing, with every breath we take, every move we make, and every heart we break. They are changing faster than the seasons, more unpredictably than the weather. The tides are changing, and whether for the worse or for the better, I cannot say for sure.”
sometimes it washes you away, and sometimes it brings you in. there is an ebb and flow to the universe that somehow resonates with the tide, and it is something that always makes you feel much smaller but at peace with the universe. Let your inner and outer spirit be washed clean in the salty brine of existence. We all become smooth again.
tide the freshest laundry in town and what do you say did you say it smells like birds and fluff and everything nice. Ahhh the freshest air full of possibilities…..
White like foam, crowning the sea, bringing bottles of secrets and lost sailors,
mermaids claw the eyes out, eating heartily
swallowed ships are never brought to shore by the tide.
ocean, soap, moon, washing clothes, clean
I never understood how someone could get swept away in a tide – carried against their will, frightened. I’ve always been a good swimmer and figured I could beat it. Now I realize this might be a metaphor for my whole life – but maybe I’m overanalyzing it.
oh hai there is a tide and it goews in and out like the sighs from my mouth there are birds in the sky, floating with the ocean. the sky doesnt end maeo ncjbdjsbfaBDCzjhv YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Mornings at the beach are so calm. The waves lap against the shore like crinkles in a sheet. There are times I wish the tide would wash me away. Out to sea, floating away.
it’s something that happens when your wide awake and you don’t know what to think any more to help you fall asleep. this big tide of something comes over you and the next thing you know you are waking up at 11 o’clock in the morning.
I was swimming out in the ocean, when the tide pulled me in. I thought I was going to drown. I’d always heard that the undertoe was quite a force, but never knew how strong it could be until I experienced it.
Tide is pretty sweet, it comes up and retreats when the earth rotates and is tilted, depending on which way the earth is leaning. Tide can also kill people, by washing them away to sea… its cool to watch its effects.
As the tide rolls out, away with it floats the angst and fear of a year spent doubting it all. Of not knowing my place in the world. Of losing my identity.
im being pulled away by the tide,
the tide is everything pulling at me,
and i cant holld on,
im just going with the flow,
and i cant tell if its good or bad
The tide within my heart rises and pours from my eyes.
An uncontrolable phenomenon.
Just like the feelings causing it.
They grow like weeds.
Unwanted, hiding the beauty with shadows
Hidden from the light
I wither away
Slowly disappearing from the world around me
seasons come and seasons go. the tide comes in and out. everyday. things are changing. everything around me, constantly changing. except for me. i stay the same.
the tide rolled up on his feet as he looked at the end of the world, there was nothing anyone could do about it now. All there was to do was enjoy the tide. The tide. Nothing was enjoyable as this tide.
the tide goes in and out at the beach. when the tide is out one can see many things revealed. beached fis, shells, sand and many other things.
the tide rolled up on his feet as he looked at the end of the world, there was nothing anyone could do about it now. All there was to do was enjoy the tide. The tide. That was it
Tide. Warm washing water. And Tide, the clothing detergent. How sad is that? When I hear tide all I think of is clean clothes. Well obviously corporate America is doing their job. Oh how I love marketing! (Actually)
the tide was low that day. i walked to the beach wearing only my socks. you may think that is an odd thing to do, but these were odd times. certainly for anyone on the western seaboard.
Oceans and rivers and streams, all quilted together into the sea of time. Footprints in the sand on an orange and yellow beach. The tide comes in and tickles your toes, a reminder of where you’ve been before and where you’re going. Then, the water erases the tracks you’ve left and all that is left is millions of grains of sand in front of you, in back of you, and beneath your own feet.
the tides go in and out like hands on a clock..just like you and me the more things change,the more they remain the same
The Tide washed Tony Hayward’s oil blackened corpse to the beach.