why in the world would you name a laundry detergent after something so beautiful? that’s the first thing i though when i saw the word. tides are natural. Tide is not.
The pools shimmered. Crabs, shells, seaweed, they formed a melange that stunk to the sky. The tide rolled away, forsaking its contents, revealing its treasures.
The tide came in slowly. The water lapped up against the small stones, gently rocking an old rotting log to sleep. The sun, now too low to be seen, sent its last rays humbly over the horizon.
The tide is there and it can float away whatever you wish. Memories, dreams, hopes…regrets. Anything it can just wash it away. Yet, at some point it will come back again. Nothing is gone forever because the tide, it is always flowing, back and forth…back and forth…
Back and forth. Back and forth. The gulls crying overhead. I walked alongside the beach, thinking about what brought me to this moment. That’s pretty much when I decided that I was never going to drink and drill again. Signed, Tony.
I wish i was at the ocean and i could watch the tide go in and out. I dont like sharks so maybe i wont go in past my stomach but it will be beautiful and big and it will make me feel calm. hopefully it will make me feel a little less significant because of its vastness.
As the tide came into the harbor, I began thinking of all those tea boxes at the bottom of the harbor. God, imagine that iced tea. All salty and gross. But it was old British tea, the tea that started the revolution. It might be worth that stomach flu. Only one way to find out.
why does the tide come in and out every day. There is no cause but the moon, which seems so unrelated. How can it be that something so far away can control something so close. And for what purpose. What could the moon possibly benefit from the water’s movement?
tide? like at the ocean? or… the song! from the lizzie mcguire movie… or… that time my mom and i were at Target, and the ENTIRE aisle was orange from all the tide boxes!
the tide ripples across the sand as my feet stand perfectly at the edge. I breathe in deep the salt of the ocean and believe in myself because I am the best I can be. I am the best wife and mother ever. I am the one I love I am the one I need and my husband and child are there to protect me. I will always be here at the edge of the sand standing next to this ocean ever changing just as it is. I am in love with it.
I’m intoxicated by the smell of his shirt. Tide detergent and Bounty dryer sheets. Even now, years later when I’ve forgotten his name, those smells take me back to that day when I was with my marine.
i can’t help but follow the tide as it rolls back out to sea. I just want to escape. But where to? Where would the tide take me? Will I figure out where I am destined to be headed in the ocean or will I just be tossed aside as usual?
the ocean’s tide pushed and pulled, the constant reminder of what once was a sand castle now removed from the earth, a creation destroyed and forgotten.
The tide was high but there were no Blondie songs on in the background. I wanted to take a walk on the beach, I wanted to take a walk anywhere. Instead, I just stayed in my room – wishing I had done something else. Anything else. Anyone else.
i clean and clean and clean but nothing looks the same anymore. the colors have faded and you can see the wear. if only there had been time to save it. some way to save it. i could have loved it again.
The tide is an odd thing. It comes, and it goes. In and out, every single day, and there’s no stopping it. Never. It hides things forever and brings new things to the shore.
I just hope someone saves me before it claims me like trash on the beach.
a riptide goes up and down like the flow of life it bobs and weaves you never should try to stop it just whip in and out up and down and it’ll bring you right where you belong.
The sun was just starting to set, turning the sky into shades of reds and purples. As the rolling tides came in, it was hard not to become entranced by their gentle motion. Truly, it was a perfect evening.
The tide was turning in my life. Things seemed to be getting better all the time but I still had that gnawing suspicion that a shoe would drop sooner or later. Why? Because the tide always seemed to be suspiciously low my whole life.
The tide was coming in, and the sunset was fantastic. She sat on the beach waiting, knowing that soon it would be dark and she could finally relax, just lay there in the darkness and smell the sweet salty sea air. Hearing nothing but the tide crashing on the beach…..
The tide washed against the shore as the sun set in the distance. They walked, together but also far apart. He though back about how he arrived at this place.
the shore
it is blue
i cannot see the gulls
they are dead
they reek of filth and decay
oh
the sun
how it burns
the hearts of the villagers
in the twilight
in the huts
of Mordar
of curried hearts
and fickle things
and dusty manuscripts
The tide gave way, and suddenly he was feeling like his old self again. Not interested in waxing philosophical about what metaphor might have been at play, he picked up his shoes and left.
the tide is high, and the water is warm. how i miss your prescence next to me on this sand. to feel your warmth around me. to take this in with you. to take you in with me.
The moon hung over the cliffs, and somehow looked as though it might fall into the valley. I’d never been to a valley before. Strange, isn’t it. But the moon, with its tides controlling everything didn’t seem to mind.
the tide swept up to her feet, then, white and clear in its’ foamy touch. she sighed. she raised her head, looked out to the horizon, and brushed the sand from her leg. she spotted a piece of sea glass next to her unpolished toes, and knelt to claim it from the sea.
The tide is rising on the shores of the old Sea Biscuit. The one place I can go and sit and not have a care in the world. The foam hitting against the stair means the moon is about to rise and the night life will soon rear it’s beautiful head.
the ocean’s tide swept in gently as the children jumped around, playing happily under the watchful eye of their mother. suddenly, out of no where, the water swelled releasing a great sea monster!
why in the world would you name a laundry detergent after something so beautiful? that’s the first thing i though when i saw the word. tides are natural. Tide is not.
The pools shimmered. Crabs, shells, seaweed, they formed a melange that stunk to the sky. The tide rolled away, forsaking its contents, revealing its treasures.
The tide rolled in slowly. It didn’t think about the land. It only thought about itself.
The tide came in slowly. The water lapped up against the small stones, gently rocking an old rotting log to sleep. The sun, now too low to be seen, sent its last rays humbly over the horizon.
The tide can wash treasures in, or wash them away. A sand castle is built then washed away, the tide reminds us that nothing can last forever.
The tide is there and it can float away whatever you wish. Memories, dreams, hopes…regrets. Anything it can just wash it away. Yet, at some point it will come back again. Nothing is gone forever because the tide, it is always flowing, back and forth…back and forth…
Back and forth. Back and forth. The gulls crying overhead. I walked alongside the beach, thinking about what brought me to this moment. That’s pretty much when I decided that I was never going to drink and drill again. Signed, Tony.
I wish i was at the ocean and i could watch the tide go in and out. I dont like sharks so maybe i wont go in past my stomach but it will be beautiful and big and it will make me feel calm. hopefully it will make me feel a little less significant because of its vastness.
As the tide came into the harbor, I began thinking of all those tea boxes at the bottom of the harbor. God, imagine that iced tea. All salty and gross. But it was old British tea, the tea that started the revolution. It might be worth that stomach flu. Only one way to find out.
why does the tide come in and out every day. There is no cause but the moon, which seems so unrelated. How can it be that something so far away can control something so close. And for what purpose. What could the moon possibly benefit from the water’s movement?
tide? like at the ocean? or… the song! from the lizzie mcguire movie… or… that time my mom and i were at Target, and the ENTIRE aisle was orange from all the tide boxes!
WHY CAN’T I TYPE FASTE
Tide. So beautiful, but why did I leave it so quickly?
The best memories of my life came from it.
Her hair, so beautiful, breezing in the cool cool tide.
the tide ripples across the sand as my feet stand perfectly at the edge. I breathe in deep the salt of the ocean and believe in myself because I am the best I can be. I am the best wife and mother ever. I am the one I love I am the one I need and my husband and child are there to protect me. I will always be here at the edge of the sand standing next to this ocean ever changing just as it is. I am in love with it.
I’m intoxicated by the smell of his shirt. Tide detergent and Bounty dryer sheets. Even now, years later when I’ve forgotten his name, those smells take me back to that day when I was with my marine.
i can’t help but follow the tide as it rolls back out to sea. I just want to escape. But where to? Where would the tide take me? Will I figure out where I am destined to be headed in the ocean or will I just be tossed aside as usual?
the ocean’s tide pushed and pulled, the constant reminder of what once was a sand castle now removed from the earth, a creation destroyed and forgotten.
The tide was rolling in and he realized that time was running out to think of a script. It would most likely suck but, he didn’t care.
Something I just don’t like.
The tide was high but there were no Blondie songs on in the background. I wanted to take a walk on the beach, I wanted to take a walk anywhere. Instead, I just stayed in my room – wishing I had done something else. Anything else. Anyone else.
i clean and clean and clean but nothing looks the same anymore. the colors have faded and you can see the wear. if only there had been time to save it. some way to save it. i could have loved it again.
The tide rises and I wait. The sun beats down on my back, harsh and hot. I sweep my hair back and look to the sky. A UFO. OH MY GOD NOOOO
The tide is an odd thing. It comes, and it goes. In and out, every single day, and there’s no stopping it. Never. It hides things forever and brings new things to the shore.
I just hope someone saves me before it claims me like trash on the beach.
a riptide goes up and down like the flow of life it bobs and weaves you never should try to stop it just whip in and out up and down and it’ll bring you right where you belong.
The sun was just starting to set, turning the sky into shades of reds and purples. As the rolling tides came in, it was hard not to become entranced by their gentle motion. Truly, it was a perfect evening.
the tide is even. the tide is on my clothes. the tide is just right. the tide is cool. THE TIIIIDE WRITERS BLOCK HELLO!!!
The tide was turning in my life. Things seemed to be getting better all the time but I still had that gnawing suspicion that a shoe would drop sooner or later. Why? Because the tide always seemed to be suspiciously low my whole life.
rolling waves touching the tips of my toes. sometimes life is sweet bliss.
The tide was coming in, and the sunset was fantastic. She sat on the beach waiting, knowing that soon it would be dark and she could finally relax, just lay there in the darkness and smell the sweet salty sea air. Hearing nothing but the tide crashing on the beach…..
The tide washed against the shore as the sun set in the distance. They walked, together but also far apart. He though back about how he arrived at this place.
ebb and flow does the tide go. in and out is your heart. far away but no body knows, exactly where to start.
The sway of the ocean. Billowing waves gently lap the sun-bleached sand, shells here and there bob in the surf. The pulse of all life.
water,
waves crashing
sea life
little creatures
smelly
magical
clear blue
intelligent design
God created
Moon determined
your mom
the tide rides high
tonight is different
let’s take a risk
go with the flow
the shore
it is blue
i cannot see the gulls
they are dead
they reek of filth and decay
oh
the sun
how it burns
the hearts of the villagers
in the twilight
in the huts
of Mordar
of curried hearts
and fickle things
and dusty manuscripts
The tide gave way, and suddenly he was feeling like his old self again. Not interested in waxing philosophical about what metaphor might have been at play, he picked up his shoes and left.
the tide is high, and the water is warm. how i miss your prescence next to me on this sand. to feel your warmth around me. to take this in with you. to take you in with me.
The moon hung over the cliffs, and somehow looked as though it might fall into the valley. I’d never been to a valley before. Strange, isn’t it. But the moon, with its tides controlling everything didn’t seem to mind.
the tide swept up to her feet, then, white and clear in its’ foamy touch. she sighed. she raised her head, looked out to the horizon, and brushed the sand from her leg. she spotted a piece of sea glass next to her unpolished toes, and knelt to claim it from the sea.
The tide is rising on the shores of the old Sea Biscuit. The one place I can go and sit and not have a care in the world. The foam hitting against the stair means the moon is about to rise and the night life will soon rear it’s beautiful head.
the ocean’s tide swept in gently as the children jumped around, playing happily under the watchful eye of their mother. suddenly, out of no where, the water swelled releasing a great sea monster!