As she sailed through his arms in the tango, she saw Mr. Vaughn at the base of the stairs glaring at her. If only she knew that moments later she would become his weapon.
A boat sails. A boat carries people. People are called humans. I am a human. Humans like boats. Boats are on water. Water holds fish. Fish make food. People eat food. Fish come from fishermen. fishermen work on boats. A boat sails.
I want to sail away from this world so dark and gray.
On my own small little ship, with just the essentials.
I want to sail away from this world of chaos and disappointment.
Away from you and from all you’ve put me through.
—someone please grant me this.
powerful girl looked into the professor’s eyes,”that ship set sail long ago.you know that.we were just bad for each other/brought out the worst we could be
sail on chum…you’re no longer needed at my port o’ entry. your sea men did not fulfill their duty and has left me quite unfulfilled. sail on poor schmuck…the breeze has carried my interests to another shipmate.
The rock sailed through the air, piercing the window and shattering it upon contact. Shards of glass spread and landed in her hair. A scream echoed into the night, but was soon silenced from the unexpected…
It is said that a large solar sail will allow humans to travel across large spans of space without using hardly any energy. The only problem is that it will take generations to get anywhere and they probably won’t have a McDonald’s when you get there anyway.
freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose, she said. and so she choose the silver moon over cubas hot sun. to sail would be the last thing she try. and so she went. away.
sail away in a pond on a boat. Let the breeze blow through my hair. Drag my feet in the water. Lean over the boat and drag my hands through the water. Watch the sails fly and flutter in the wind.
Sometimes I like to sail to all the oceans that inhabit this place we call home. I would love to jump on a boat and forget all about my problems and issues I am consumed with daily and occupy myself with the clear blue water and salty air. I am jealous of fish and ocean animals. I would just love to let go…and sail.
Sailboats. Freedom. They go where they wish, driven by the wind. I have a box of ashes. I toss them, when the going gets bad. Where the winds blow them, I follow. I’m like a sailboat. Lost. Freedom is never what one truly desires. Never what I truly desire. I desire home. But I am free. And I am lost. And like a sailboat, I don’t know who I am.
I take the time to sail away on the ocean
Occasionally I want to be able to sail away without having to take the ocean
But that just seems a bit funky
Sailing without an ocean?
Can you sail in a car?
Perhaps once can sail in a car.
But is that logical? What is the proper definition of sailing?
I want to be able to sail in a plane.
on the deep blue ocean sail toward your dreams just love just live don’t fear. the water is deep and dark, you don’t know what’s down there, you don’t know what can get you. but you also don’t know what’s OUT there, what you can discover, what you can know, what you will taste and hear and feel and smell. sail because it’s refreshing, salty wind against your cheeks, stick your tongue out and feel that cool mist, like a watermelon but pure.
Sailing sailing over the grass so green
I’m half crazy for this Halloween
It won’t be a crazy party
Just happy friends and hearty
So many sweets
We’ll get to eat
Tonight on Hallow’s Eve!!!
one dat a boy and his dog found a boat around the sea shore so they took it out for a little while then when they came bake ther boat sprung a leek so they had to swimm the rest of the way then when the got back they went home and ate some lunch whent back fixed the boat and went out again. the end of the bot and dog who whent sailing
Sail up and down the street! Haha, yeah it’s a flood. I’m sailing in my modified lawnmower. After the floods I just decided that there wasn’t a whole lot of lawn left to mow, so why not trick that thing out? It’s worked out great! I putter around town like a blaster master, sailmowing it up! BUAP!
I wanted to go for a sail today, but the weather would not corroporate, but never less I gave it a try, only to find myself in the middle of the lake with no wind and my engine out of gas. It was a fun little trip, getting out there at least, but once the wind died down and I found myself helpless, the fun melted away.
I took the wind and threw it at her sail. But she collapsed it. And I was stuck thinking to myself: “Wow, what a woman!” Before she knifed me in the jugular. And well…there’s nothing more to say.
I like to sail in the beautiful beaches of Monterey County. During the long summer break, many residents of Monterey love to sail to get their mind of problems they have at home.
As you set sail on the sea of substance abuse I know you want out but you refuse any helping hand from those who care about you and conveniently your physical distance aids your constant desire to keep us out and I wonder if you realize that’s not sparing us your pain but only spreading it
water and freedom the wind blowing in my face, the salty taste of the air. Watching the dolphins race along side the boat. Moving quickly through a subject or problem.
i love to sail, the ocean.. the sea.. i would love to sail all the places that i could never dream to see. as a girl i liked to stick my feet in the ocean and wiggle my toes in the sand. i knew id never be a sailor.
I love sailing When I was a kid we had a turnabout sail boat. My father would let me go alone, he said it was the best way to learn that it could not tip over. I remember sailing on the ocean with my ffriend
Sail on a boat on the broads in Norfolk
Wet with rain blown by the wind
flapping, trapping billows of bright thoughts
As she sailed through his arms in the tango, she saw Mr. Vaughn at the base of the stairs glaring at her. If only she knew that moments later she would become his weapon.
A boat sails. A boat carries people. People are called humans. I am a human. Humans like boats. Boats are on water. Water holds fish. Fish make food. People eat food. Fish come from fishermen. fishermen work on boats. A boat sails.
I want to sail away from this world so dark and gray.
On my own small little ship, with just the essentials.
I want to sail away from this world of chaos and disappointment.
Away from you and from all you’ve put me through.
—someone please grant me this.
powerful girl looked into the professor’s eyes,”that ship set sail long ago.you know that.we were just bad for each other/brought out the worst we could be
sail on chum…you’re no longer needed at my port o’ entry. your sea men did not fulfill their duty and has left me quite unfulfilled. sail on poor schmuck…the breeze has carried my interests to another shipmate.
accros the ocean, im sailing. On the deck. With my shoes off. The wind blows the sail out and keeps us rushing along through the waves.
The rock sailed through the air, piercing the window and shattering it upon contact. Shards of glass spread and landed in her hair. A scream echoed into the night, but was soon silenced from the unexpected…
It is said that a large solar sail will allow humans to travel across large spans of space without using hardly any energy. The only problem is that it will take generations to get anywhere and they probably won’t have a McDonald’s when you get there anyway.
The sails of the boat billowed in the breeze. The air was crisp, salty and fresh against her skin. It was a beautiful morning to be sailing.
freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose, she said. and so she choose the silver moon over cubas hot sun. to sail would be the last thing she try. and so she went. away.
sail away in a pond on a boat. Let the breeze blow through my hair. Drag my feet in the water. Lean over the boat and drag my hands through the water. Watch the sails fly and flutter in the wind.
Sometimes I like to sail to all the oceans that inhabit this place we call home. I would love to jump on a boat and forget all about my problems and issues I am consumed with daily and occupy myself with the clear blue water and salty air. I am jealous of fish and ocean animals. I would just love to let go…and sail.
Sailboats. Freedom. They go where they wish, driven by the wind. I have a box of ashes. I toss them, when the going gets bad. Where the winds blow them, I follow. I’m like a sailboat. Lost. Freedom is never what one truly desires. Never what I truly desire. I desire home. But I am free. And I am lost. And like a sailboat, I don’t know who I am.
I take the time to sail away on the ocean
Occasionally I want to be able to sail away without having to take the ocean
But that just seems a bit funky
Sailing without an ocean?
Can you sail in a car?
Perhaps once can sail in a car.
But is that logical? What is the proper definition of sailing?
I want to be able to sail in a plane.
on the deep blue ocean sail toward your dreams just love just live don’t fear. the water is deep and dark, you don’t know what’s down there, you don’t know what can get you. but you also don’t know what’s OUT there, what you can discover, what you can know, what you will taste and hear and feel and smell. sail because it’s refreshing, salty wind against your cheeks, stick your tongue out and feel that cool mist, like a watermelon but pure.
Sailing sailing over the grass so green
I’m half crazy for this Halloween
It won’t be a crazy party
Just happy friends and hearty
So many sweets
We’ll get to eat
Tonight on Hallow’s Eve!!!
my idea of a sail is on a boat to make it powered from wind. i dont think of it of anything else but i think it can mean other things
sail is were u can flow on water
one dat a boy and his dog found a boat around the sea shore so they took it out for a little while then when they came bake ther boat sprung a leek so they had to swimm the rest of the way then when the got back they went home and ate some lunch whent back fixed the boat and went out again. the end of the bot and dog who whent sailing
sail it were u are on the water and aboard. and u use a paddle and paddle to go one place to another
One day a family wanted to go out and see the ocean so they went to the beach and sailed on a boat.
i swiftly sail across the ocean.
the big white sail blowing in the wind – it drifts me in unknown directions.
Sail up and down the street! Haha, yeah it’s a flood. I’m sailing in my modified lawnmower. After the floods I just decided that there wasn’t a whole lot of lawn left to mow, so why not trick that thing out? It’s worked out great! I putter around town like a blaster master, sailmowing it up! BUAP!
A one,two,three we launch the sail, and away we go. Hurrah hurrah, just the sea and a you and a me. Living on the wind, forever free.
Some
A one,two,three we set sail, and away we go. Horrah horrah, just the sea and a you and a me. Forever blue, forever free.
I’ve never been in a real boat but i think it would be fun to ride one one to go fishing but thats all i need to say.
I wanted to go for a sail today, but the weather would not corroporate, but never less I gave it a try, only to find myself in the middle of the lake with no wind and my engine out of gas. It was a fun little trip, getting out there at least, but once the wind died down and I found myself helpless, the fun melted away.
when i think of sail i think of the sail on a boat. when you sail on the water. but if you think about it you should get a lot of things to mind.
sail means something that help ships and all the ships have this
I saw a sail boat getting ready to leave the dock the other day.
ocean blue. waves crashing around the boat, rising and falling with a single mast of hope lifting from its dark blue surroundings.
I took the wind and threw it at her sail. But she collapsed it. And I was stuck thinking to myself: “Wow, what a woman!” Before she knifed me in the jugular. And well…there’s nothing more to say.
we wher sailing thruwe the ocean alll my friends wher playong bear poong i dont know why or how but they wher.
I like to sail in the beautiful beaches of Monterey County. During the long summer break, many residents of Monterey love to sail to get their mind of problems they have at home.
As you set sail on the sea of substance abuse I know you want out but you refuse any helping hand from those who care about you and conveniently your physical distance aids your constant desire to keep us out and I wonder if you realize that’s not sparing us your pain but only spreading it
water and freedom the wind blowing in my face, the salty taste of the air. Watching the dolphins race along side the boat. Moving quickly through a subject or problem.
i love to sail, the ocean.. the sea.. i would love to sail all the places that i could never dream to see. as a girl i liked to stick my feet in the ocean and wiggle my toes in the sand. i knew id never be a sailor.
I love sailing When I was a kid we had a turnabout sail boat. My father would let me go alone, he said it was the best way to learn that it could not tip over. I remember sailing on the ocean with my ffriend