well this one time my friend thought he stepped on a dolphin in the ocean during high tide. i tried to explain it wasn’t likely. then we almost drowned.
When I was younger, and had the fanatical imagingation of children, I believed I could stop the tide through a simple request to cease its movements, and breifly, I beleive it did.
She let the tide rush over her tired limbs, walking deeper and deeper into her troubles. The feeling of anger, guilt, and denial surged around her and she sighed. She had to go with the flow, or as her brother would say it, ride the tide.
As I walked through the beaches of Mexico, in Acapulco, I could not help but remember the song, Amor Eterno (Eternal Love) by Spanish singer Rocio Durcal, in which she remembers her son who was died in that same beach, trapped by the ocean current.
In the tide of life we have so many things going on but no one suspected that the tides of the oceans surrounding is would have such a big impact on the lives its touched.
Yes things change. It is the course of life. Good times, bad times, it’s low tide and high tide…enjoy the high water when it comes and floats you to the top and don’t stop treading water when times are tough.
The tide was high and my eyes were dry. The lady with me wept as my emotions were well kept. We sat on the shore and she was a bore. That’s why I dumped her for her hot sister.
The beauty of the ocean can astound some people, and the tides are caused by the moon as it travels around our Earth. The ocean is full of marvels and delights, such as fish, and dolphins, and many plants as well. There is nothing more beautiful than the ripping of the waves, and the sound of the tide against the shore.
A little something to tide me over. What more could one ask for in the middle of the night, when the moon is full and the wind blows cool? Brains. That’s all I ask for. Cold wet brains. Thinking about the taste of them on my tongue, swallowing them greedily, warm down my throat. Mmmm.
My life is constantly changing. Just like the tide. I can swim with it or just allow it to overtake me. I choose the latter. I feel I can learn more trying to survive than just swimming along.
i saw the rolling tide rolling and rolling, and I couldn’t believe the sight of the clear blue sky above it . . as soon as the tide came over my head, I drowned in the water and suffocated on my own vomit.
The tides rush in.
The breeze is picking up.
There isn’t much time.
It has all run out.
By the light of the moon,
we must flee.
The unforgiving tides
once again.
and he sat sadly by her side whilst the tide was raising and the water was touching their toes slowly , backing down and growing back up,until the morning sunrise woke them up.She,sleeping on his lap and he watching the stars and wondering,wondering what if…
The tide is high and I’m holding on.
Holding on to what, exactly?
I’m gonna be your number one
Numbers, numbers, breaking my brain.
Almost time. And it’s over, it’s gone.
it pulled us in, captivating us by it’s strength. crushing the sand beneath it and we decided to walk closer and put our feet where it met the sand. If only i could find the words and the courage to say that his hold on my heart was as strong as the moon’s gravitation to the tide.
The tide was high which meant he would be shipping out tomorrow. How she wished he wouldn’t go, leaving her behind. Things were just getting to where she wanted them to be and now he was leaving. Days would go back to normal, full of chores and lonely nights. He was her savior and without him home she felt alone.
I saw the tide coming up against me. I looked back, then I looked forward. As I looked forward, I kept running and running. I didn’t want to be swalloed up by the tide. I was scared. I was so scared. I just kept running until I didn’t know what I was running from anymore. I looked back to see that the tide was gone. It became a part of the ocean.
I don’t like the ocean, it scares me. I think this fear reflects my fear of the uncertain. I really hate myself for it though because I am an explorer at heart.
Crept in underneath the moonlight. To the left a man crouched, panting, clutching a stitch. Blood spattered his bare torso. Behind him, another lay dead.
When all is said and done, you lose what happens in the spring. The tide turns, and washes the progress back out to sea. Each time the waves roll in, you begin anew.
The tide came rolling in along with the previous day’s garbage. I look up at the horizon and wonder what lays ahead. Once, the ocean nearly killed me. Now I have become stronger
Time and tide wait for no man, and so life happens while you are making plans. I figured this out to late and so now as I lay here my breath leaving my body I
the tide washed away a pair of pants. the boy cried because there was nothing left by which he could remember the color of the sun that day because the pants matched the sun. his mother laughed. a dog cried too.
Let these grains of salt wash over your feet – don’t worry, they will soon be gone. I suppose they will take your toes with them: but when it’s all over, I doubt you will feel much loss.
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 shore line and nothing but the sounds of crashing waves and seagulls in flight overhead.
I watched the tide turn, the water slowly changing and gaining power. My feet were now in the position to be soaked by the sea. I didn’t want to move though. I didn’t want to leave the soft sand and the salty breeze. I was waiting for you to come back.
The sun bouncing off the tide made it look like liquid gold. I kept thinking about all the things I could do with that much gold. Perhaps I could get away from you. Or maybe I would just buy myself a new car. Either way.
We sat on the beach, staring at the tides. The mood was mellow and her eyes a hazel color. The coral beneath the tide shined through the greenish water and splashed at our feet, leaving us alone together, sitting there at the days end, wondering what would come of tomorrow.
Tide
The tide was coming in on a beautifully moonlit evening.
well this one time my friend thought he stepped on a dolphin in the ocean during high tide. i tried to explain it wasn’t likely. then we almost drowned.
i have no ideas, dont know what that word means, so …to cealn something?
When I was younger, and had the fanatical imagingation of children, I believed I could stop the tide through a simple request to cease its movements, and breifly, I beleive it did.
She let the tide rush over her tired limbs, walking deeper and deeper into her troubles. The feeling of anger, guilt, and denial surged around her and she sighed. She had to go with the flow, or as her brother would say it, ride the tide.
As I walked through the beaches of Mexico, in Acapulco, I could not help but remember the song, Amor Eterno (Eternal Love) by Spanish singer Rocio Durcal, in which she remembers her son who was died in that same beach, trapped by the ocean current.
In the tide of life we have so many things going on but no one suspected that the tides of the oceans surrounding is would have such a big impact on the lives its touched.
This is a story about ferrets, full of love and regret. The mother left and there is no more food… What to do?
Yes things change. It is the course of life. Good times, bad times, it’s low tide and high tide…enjoy the high water when it comes and floats you to the top and don’t stop treading water when times are tough.
The tide was high and my eyes were dry. The lady with me wept as my emotions were well kept. We sat on the shore and she was a bore. That’s why I dumped her for her hot sister.
Ocean streams coliding through a vantage point of time, wispering without mercy. Calous thoughs deep with in the water, ever green and silent.
The beauty of the ocean can astound some people, and the tides are caused by the moon as it travels around our Earth. The ocean is full of marvels and delights, such as fish, and dolphins, and many plants as well. There is nothing more beautiful than the ripping of the waves, and the sound of the tide against the shore.
The tides seep in once again.
Time has fallen short.
Another day, come and gone.
Now, the running must begin.
Because no one can escape the tides
when the moon is high in the sky
There is no more time.
A little something to tide me over. What more could one ask for in the middle of the night, when the moon is full and the wind blows cool? Brains. That’s all I ask for. Cold wet brains. Thinking about the taste of them on my tongue, swallowing them greedily, warm down my throat. Mmmm.
My life is constantly changing. Just like the tide. I can swim with it or just allow it to overtake me. I choose the latter. I feel I can learn more trying to survive than just swimming along.
The water rushing toward the shore, with fluffy foam crashing against rocks. The smell of the sea pushed along with it. The tide brushing my feet.
i saw the rolling tide rolling and rolling, and I couldn’t believe the sight of the clear blue sky above it . . as soon as the tide came over my head, I drowned in the water and suffocated on my own vomit.
feel that tide flow its 530 in the morning and i am riding that waves bounce bounce rushing no air conditioning and the keys are still tapping away.
The tides rush in.
The breeze is picking up.
There isn’t much time.
It has all run out.
By the light of the moon,
we must flee.
The unforgiving tides
once again.
and he sat sadly by her side whilst the tide was raising and the water was touching their toes slowly , backing down and growing back up,until the morning sunrise woke them up.She,sleeping on his lap and he watching the stars and wondering,wondering what if…
The tide was in when I was going for a walk on the island the other week. I don’t know what else to say :)
The tide is high and I’m holding on.
Holding on to what, exactly?
I’m gonna be your number one
Numbers, numbers, breaking my brain.
Almost time. And it’s over, it’s gone.
I don’t know what to say :) The tide was out on the island when I wanted to go for a walk :(
it pulled us in, captivating us by it’s strength. crushing the sand beneath it and we decided to walk closer and put our feet where it met the sand. If only i could find the words and the courage to say that his hold on my heart was as strong as the moon’s gravitation to the tide.
The tide was high which meant he would be shipping out tomorrow. How she wished he wouldn’t go, leaving her behind. Things were just getting to where she wanted them to be and now he was leaving. Days would go back to normal, full of chores and lonely nights. He was her savior and without him home she felt alone.
I watch the sleep go up and down, in slow motions, whirling me around and luring me into its pool.
The crashing tide flowed past my feet as I ran across the blisteringly hot sand. My feet burn more than the sun as I finally make it to cool relief.
I saw the tide coming up against me. I looked back, then I looked forward. As I looked forward, I kept running and running. I didn’t want to be swalloed up by the tide. I was scared. I was so scared. I just kept running until I didn’t know what I was running from anymore. I looked back to see that the tide was gone. It became a part of the ocean.
I don’t like the ocean, it scares me. I think this fear reflects my fear of the uncertain. I really hate myself for it though because I am an explorer at heart.
Crept in underneath the moonlight. To the left a man crouched, panting, clutching a stitch. Blood spattered his bare torso. Behind him, another lay dead.
The tide has come. It is time to leave no, said Terry. Quickly before we drown!
She knew this is what it would come to.
When all is said and done, you lose what happens in the spring. The tide turns, and washes the progress back out to sea. Each time the waves roll in, you begin anew.
The tide came rolling in along with the previous day’s garbage. I look up at the horizon and wonder what lays ahead. Once, the ocean nearly killed me. Now I have become stronger
Time and tide wait for no man, and so life happens while you are making plans. I figured this out to late and so now as I lay here my breath leaving my body I
the tide washed away a pair of pants. the boy cried because there was nothing left by which he could remember the color of the sun that day because the pants matched the sun. his mother laughed. a dog cried too.
Let these grains of salt wash over your feet – don’t worry, they will soon be gone. I suppose they will take your toes with them: but when it’s all over, I doubt you will feel much loss.
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 shore line and nothing but the sounds of crashing waves and seagulls in flight overhead.
I watched the tide turn, the water slowly changing and gaining power. My feet were now in the position to be soaked by the sea. I didn’t want to move though. I didn’t want to leave the soft sand and the salty breeze. I was waiting for you to come back.
The sun bouncing off the tide made it look like liquid gold. I kept thinking about all the things I could do with that much gold. Perhaps I could get away from you. Or maybe I would just buy myself a new car. Either way.
We sat on the beach, staring at the tides. The mood was mellow and her eyes a hazel color. The coral beneath the tide shined through the greenish water and splashed at our feet, leaving us alone together, sitting there at the days end, wondering what would come of tomorrow.