I think perhaps the best thing to do in the morning is to watch the tide come in. Or does the tide go out? I think that being in the boat all day leads to forgetfulness, which is why I no longer remember.
The tide is the best source of my strength. It guides the boat.
As I type this, an Axe deodorant ad depicting a man who sprays water out of his armpits like a hose is playing in the background. A tide of perspiration, if you will.
The tide was going out quickly. Deciding that the kayak was going to be too heavy to drag in by myself to the faraway shore, I called to my boyfriend who was swimming not too far out to pull me in. I was happy to live by the beautiful beach where so many beautiful things reside- even the tide, which usually creates a terrible ripcurrent.
The tide doesn’t roll, but it overcomes. It seeps past all the underlying filth, and the gnarly intertwining bed of the ocean. It takes over everything in its path; head-on and no mercy.
Washing, lapping over rocks the waves could not decide whether you were a crab or a conch or a sand castle, limbs splayed over pebbles and fingers dripping in tide-pools, you were gone.
I looked out at the rising tide and sighed to myself. What kind of life was this? I didn’t start out like this, and I don’t even know how I became like this. Sometimes I wished life were simple, like looking at the ocean or lying on the beach. Eventually, I came to the realization that I made myself this way, and that only I could change myself back.
The tide came forth like an angry ex, beating and pushing its way against my chest. I felt my breath labor after every crashing wave, fighting to fill its expanse with the sweet, fresh air. As I turned to regain my groundings, I found the shoreline no where to be seen. This as the salty future came over me.
The tide. tidy tide tide. why always tide? everyone gets the same word, tide. But it means something different to everyone who reads it. interesting no? My tide is your tide, but it is also mine alone.
the tide is coming in and i feel like i am not able to get away from it. it pulls on me even though i sit on the deck of the house that rests on the beach.
The tide crashes against the shore and as if a swift blow was delivered to my abdomen, I’m left breathless. This is what dreams are made of. There is nothing more serene than an empty shoreline and nothing but the sounds of crashing waves and seagulls in flight overhead.
the tide is a bveautiful thing – it is shaped from afar by a celestial body, a tragic, invisible specter born of the earth herself yet exiled – reflecting the sun. the tide is at her beck and call, storming up and down the beaches daily cursed by futility
i wish i could watch the beach tide roll in with him one more time…that condo porch holds more memories and love than my heart itself. i miss him…i want him to come home, come in like the tide.
The day was cloudy and cold as the tide drew back the water.
John was sittin’ in his old leather chair in front of the fire place with only himself and a bottle of scotch.
Tide. I don’t buy Tide because it’s more expensive than the other brands. I see the commercials though and am convinced I’m missing out. It’s got a lot more detergent than the others. I know it smells nice. I want to buy it. I think about if I get lots of cash one day I’ll probably buy it – sad thing to think of Tide if I win the lottery.
The tide rolled in and covered her face.
“Please,” she thought. “Please let it work this time.” But still as the water flowed into her nose and eyes, as its thundering heart filled her ears, she remained alive.
the ocean has tides, the tides depend on the moon and the stars i think, cause thats what my teacher told me. the ocean is beautiful and its tides make little sea creatures and plants flow onto the beach for little kids to see.
tide, tide, tide
you came up with my love, my hate
with lies, suffering and pain
with joy, hope and friends
whatever, you just happen to be going away soon
tide is high but I’m gooin oon, I’m gonna be your number ooone.
I guess I can also use tight, right ?
No just tide. I wonder what will be on the next slide.
Are you on my side ?
Is my fanbase wide ?
People don’t always pay attention to tides. An undercurrent close to low tide can make someone drift out into the ocean and they won’t even realize it. If they aren’t careful enough, they can end up too far out for them to swim back (although they’d be pretty dumb if they weren’t paying attention for that long) and they will drown and there will end up being a 3 day search for the person and it will be all over the news.
The tide pulled her into the dark waters. She tried to clear her mind, but it didn’t work. All she could think about was how much she wanted this. She just had to let go.
The tide moves in slowly. Each month it waxes and wanes with the moon, bringing new feelings and experiences. The cycle repeats, but we are never the same as we were when it was last at this place.
The traveling circus was wondering aloud: Tides of doom circle amongst us. Whether this powerful force was an illusion or not, the sheer intensity of the walking powers was enough to send shivers down one’s spine. Why would they walk here? Why intrude upon our land, our way of being? Jean figured they weren’t here for a pleasant chat… but something far less desirable.
The tide was ebbing at sunset, and I could feel my skin tightening because of the sunbun. It was last August, and I had been playing in tide pools all day.
The tide was coming in slowly. The sun was setting. Everything was perfect. Everything, that is until a giant wave came in and knocked Melissa off the rock. Toby’s heart was crushed as he watched her get pulled out to sea. He brought her up there to propose, not knowing what fate had in mind.
rolls along the shore breaking against the rocks. The roar of the tide drowns out the beating of her heart. She sits along watching, wishing she could free herself from the earthly bounds and float out with the tide to sea to freedom
the tide went out and the little girl sighed. with the waning sea went her childhood dreams and all the innocence she left behind. the rocks dug deep in the soles of her feet but she felt nothing.
The tide was rolling in, kicking the sand and seashells into the pits dug by the children earlier in the day. Their mounds and castles washed back into the sea, and into the hands of children on the opposite shore.
The tide came in. And not just any tide. It was Tide with bleach. The oil crisis had been solved. There was much happiness. Then we realized everything in the ocean was dead. And we cried. A lot . Then we invented space travel and left the mess we made behind.
As the tide went out to sea Chris smiled and put his hands in his pockets. The sun had gone down an hour ago and the sky was a dark purple color. He was finally happy with who he was, where he was, and being alone. Then again, he thought, I really did like her.
I think perhaps the best thing to do in the morning is to watch the tide come in. Or does the tide go out? I think that being in the boat all day leads to forgetfulness, which is why I no longer remember.
The tide is the best source of my strength. It guides the boat.
As I type this, an Axe deodorant ad depicting a man who sprays water out of his armpits like a hose is playing in the background. A tide of perspiration, if you will.
The tide was going out quickly. Deciding that the kayak was going to be too heavy to drag in by myself to the faraway shore, I called to my boyfriend who was swimming not too far out to pull me in. I was happy to live by the beautiful beach where so many beautiful things reside- even the tide, which usually creates a terrible ripcurrent.
The tide doesn’t roll, but it overcomes. It seeps past all the underlying filth, and the gnarly intertwining bed of the ocean. It takes over everything in its path; head-on and no mercy.
Washing, lapping over rocks the waves could not decide whether you were a crab or a conch or a sand castle, limbs splayed over pebbles and fingers dripping in tide-pools, you were gone.
I looked out at the rising tide and sighed to myself. What kind of life was this? I didn’t start out like this, and I don’t even know how I became like this. Sometimes I wished life were simple, like looking at the ocean or lying on the beach. Eventually, I came to the realization that I made myself this way, and that only I could change myself back.
The tide came forth like an angry ex, beating and pushing its way against my chest. I felt my breath labor after every crashing wave, fighting to fill its expanse with the sweet, fresh air. As I turned to regain my groundings, I found the shoreline no where to be seen. This as the salty future came over me.
The tide. tidy tide tide. why always tide? everyone gets the same word, tide. But it means something different to everyone who reads it. interesting no? My tide is your tide, but it is also mine alone.
the tide is coming in and i feel like i am not able to get away from it. it pulls on me even though i sit on the deck of the house that rests on the beach.
Use tide to clean your dirty clothes. Why not just put your dirty clothes in the ocean? There are better tides to tidy up there.
Standing on the shore, I watch the water curling around the children’s toes. It’s almost brown now.
The tide crashes against the shore and as if a swift blow was delivered to my abdomen, I’m left breathless. This is what dreams are made of. There is nothing more serene than an empty shoreline and nothing but the sounds of crashing waves and seagulls in flight overhead.
The ocean has a huge tide. I think I see some dark spots in it. Oh, it’s just from the oil spill. Thanks Bp. Love You
The water rippled against the stoney beach, leaving traces of salt as the tide washed in and out of the cove.
the tide is a bveautiful thing – it is shaped from afar by a celestial body, a tragic, invisible specter born of the earth herself yet exiled – reflecting the sun. the tide is at her beck and call, storming up and down the beaches daily cursed by futility
Oh, sweet tide.
You came to my coast, full of dreams and hopes.
Full of love.
But then you’re gone.
And evertything stays just the same as it was.
It changes. It moves with the wind, with the moon, with my mood. It controls. It ebbs. It flows.
Tide.
i wish i could watch the beach tide roll in with him one more time…that condo porch holds more memories and love than my heart itself. i miss him…i want him to come home, come in like the tide.
The tide is the moon wooing the sea.
It’s the everchanging neverchanging.
Yearning. Danger.
The day was cloudy and cold as the tide drew back the water.
John was sittin’ in his old leather chair in front of the fire place with only himself and a bottle of scotch.
Tide. I don’t buy Tide because it’s more expensive than the other brands. I see the commercials though and am convinced I’m missing out. It’s got a lot more detergent than the others. I know it smells nice. I want to buy it. I think about if I get lots of cash one day I’ll probably buy it – sad thing to think of Tide if I win the lottery.
The tide rolled in and covered her face.
“Please,” she thought. “Please let it work this time.” But still as the water flowed into her nose and eyes, as its thundering heart filled her ears, she remained alive.
the ocean has tides, the tides depend on the moon and the stars i think, cause thats what my teacher told me. the ocean is beautiful and its tides make little sea creatures and plants flow onto the beach for little kids to see.
tide, tide, tide
you came up with my love, my hate
with lies, suffering and pain
with joy, hope and friends
whatever, you just happen to be going away soon
tide is high but I’m gooin oon, I’m gonna be your number ooone.
I guess I can also use tight, right ?
No just tide. I wonder what will be on the next slide.
Are you on my side ?
Is my fanbase wide ?
People don’t always pay attention to tides. An undercurrent close to low tide can make someone drift out into the ocean and they won’t even realize it. If they aren’t careful enough, they can end up too far out for them to swim back (although they’d be pretty dumb if they weren’t paying attention for that long) and they will drown and there will end up being a 3 day search for the person and it will be all over the news.
The tide pulled her into the dark waters. She tried to clear her mind, but it didn’t work. All she could think about was how much she wanted this. She just had to let go.
The tide moves in slowly. Each month it waxes and wanes with the moon, bringing new feelings and experiences. The cycle repeats, but we are never the same as we were when it was last at this place.
The traveling circus was wondering aloud: Tides of doom circle amongst us. Whether this powerful force was an illusion or not, the sheer intensity of the walking powers was enough to send shivers down one’s spine. Why would they walk here? Why intrude upon our land, our way of being? Jean figured they weren’t here for a pleasant chat… but something far less desirable.
The tide was ebbing at sunset, and I could feel my skin tightening because of the sunbun. It was last August, and I had been playing in tide pools all day.
The tide comes in. And we go out.
The tide was coming in slowly. The sun was setting. Everything was perfect. Everything, that is until a giant wave came in and knocked Melissa off the rock. Toby’s heart was crushed as he watched her get pulled out to sea. He brought her up there to propose, not knowing what fate had in mind.
rolls along the shore breaking against the rocks. The roar of the tide drowns out the beating of her heart. She sits along watching, wishing she could free herself from the earthly bounds and float out with the tide to sea to freedom
the tide went out and the little girl sighed. with the waning sea went her childhood dreams and all the innocence she left behind. the rocks dug deep in the soles of her feet but she felt nothing.
Rolling white wash on feet with folded slack cuffs
Tide laundry detergent is the leading brand of laundry detergent out there.
The tide was rolling in, kicking the sand and seashells into the pits dug by the children earlier in the day. Their mounds and castles washed back into the sea, and into the hands of children on the opposite shore.
The tide came in. And not just any tide. It was Tide with bleach. The oil crisis had been solved. There was much happiness. Then we realized everything in the ocean was dead. And we cried. A lot . Then we invented space travel and left the mess we made behind.
As the tide went out to sea Chris smiled and put his hands in his pockets. The sun had gone down an hour ago and the sky was a dark purple color. He was finally happy with who he was, where he was, and being alone. Then again, he thought, I really did like her.
The tide slammed into the ocean wall like a clamoring elephant during a stampede inspired by a vuvuzela.