warm, sunny inviting…such a wonderful place to spend some time. There was a time we went to the beach when we did not expect to, we are campers and forest people by nature but had a dreary summer of sorrts and realized we missed the sun, the sand, the ocean with the way it leaps and crashes against the Earth.
Sandwich
She just lies there, like a beached whale. There is no movement and there is no sound. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of the room and all there is is her and I and no one is breathing.
Taylor
she walked along the beach with the gleam of the lowering sun highlighting the bright green in her eyes as the waves washed up along the shore thinking about all her dreams and fantasies hoping for salvation.
Kara Cooke
The waves crash with the fleeting, strong force of romantic encounters and I cannot stop my mind from remembering you. The clouds don’t help, the loom as they did that day you left, in the same fashion. I promise, as long as there’s an ocean, I will never forget.
Beaches make me believe in something more. Something beyond myself. It’s where our world meets the world of water. A deep world that we can’t access entirely. Pressures are too great. Temperatures are too low.
Dylan
The waves lick my toes and roll over my feet with sweet kisses, the sand following closely behind to cover me with the blanket of a brief love.
I never felt the air weigh more heavily on my skin
than it is right now
it’s hot, sticky, sweaty
just nothing falling off of my body
I never wanted anything more than this damp weight
I never wanted anything less than this damp weight
I never wanted this damp weight but it sticks to my skin like arson.
The sun is bright with sand beneath my toes. Cool water washing up objects from the depths of the ocean. The salty breeze cool on my face. I want to go to the beach.
Michelle
Jerryd and I walked across the silky soft sand, our hands intertwined and our souls one. “do you think we could be like this forever?” I asked. He tilted his head, “Not in this world.”
Gabby
The word today is “beach.” This annoys me very much because that was the word yesterday. I love the beach, but I would like to write about something else. Maybe it should change to hat, bed, piano, bag, pants, or kiss. I dunno. Anything works for me.
The beach is a wonderful place, there are plenty of things to do at the beach! you can build sand castles and get a nice sun tan. Swimming at the beach is also a fun thing to do. you can boogie board and dive through the waves.
taylor smith
The beach makes me think of my youth, of when i dreamt i could fly and i left through my bedroom window at night, floating over the lagoon.
Dione Mentis
The beach is the perfect place to forget all your problems. The sand gets into your clothes and the water is so delicious. Can you think in something else?
I think I just wrote about the beach yesterday, but so much more exists besides the waves and the sand and whatever else I said. There are also all the creatures that live in the water of the beach, or even in the sand. No one ever thinks of them though, they only think of the fun they’re having tanning and swimming. Weird.
I hate the beach. Have you ever actually tried swimming there? You end up with sand everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. It’s gross. And there are slimy things, and broken things, and live things. Yeah, I don’t like the beach, it’s not for me. Give me a pool any day
Mel
one of the most tranquil places you can go. no matter what beach, if its raining or storming. you will find peace, beauty, and fun. i am lucky to live one hour away.
Beth Telg
sand. castle. water. cart. pail. beer. toes.
MC
I walk alone across the the lonely beach. I sit in the white sand and allow my tears to mengle with the waves. A lone seagull taunts me as I weep.
The beach is a place where many families go to vacation and relax away from the dross of their everyday living arrangements. For me, I go to party.
Matt
Well, I’ve gone from up, down, around and backwards in the last 24 hours and don’t know if there’s a direction for the way I’m feeling right now. I’ll fill you in in the next chapter. Chow!
Mary Fojut
the sun rised on the beach as its morning rays glistened on the ocean water. He strolled slowly on the beach, clothes torn aprt after a long and terible night
Brian
I love the beach. I really want to go. But the problem is there isnt enough money to go around. It’s horrible how are lives are going to waste because of that problem. I just want to sit at the beach with you in california. I miss you so much. Venice beach is calling me and so is Florida. Florida. Florida.
Nancy
Beached on the beach, the bleached beached baleen whale blanched at the bland blasphemy of boredom by belching.
Oh, the lonely beach by the sea. The cottage that abides by it’s earthly rules. The people that worship it like a god. The seagulls that feast for its gifts. Nay, I shall not visit one of these anytime soon. Only in my dreams, shall I do such a thing.
He took her hand in his, giving her a small smile. They both turned to gaze at the setting sun as it dipped gradually below the horizon. Waves rolled back and forth in front of them, the ocean nearly reaching their sand covered feet.
Steph
I was at the beach last night. The wind was blowing, the waves were crashing, the stars were out. Everything was cliche. We looked at each other and laughed as we walked down the sand. our footsteps being chased by the waves. It was miraculous, one might say. But this day was nothing compared to the ones coming up. We were in for it.
Kimi Macdonald
The sand sticks to my toes as I saunter out of the shack first thing in the morning. Cup of coffee and a cigarette in one hand and the dog leashes in the other.
Richard
i like the beach
i like the sand
i like friends on the beach
its warm
jersey shore
beach volleyball is nice
the beach always reminds me of fun and relaxtion
Fran
Pensacola beach is covered in oil due to this Horizen oil rig explosion. This is heartbreaking. I’ve grown up on this beach and have grown to love it as part of my home town.
Molly
The beach is nice I like it but I like pools better. I grew up at the links pool, I was never too comfortable in the ocean but I do swin in it when I get the chance. Sometimes i don’t.
Kevin Remy
The beach is a sandy place where you can build sand castles and where you get tiny particles in-between your toes. Sand also makes glass and is not very nice in sandwiches.
John
We lay close to the water, so that when the waves came they would tickle our toes. I giggled and looked at him. He smiled at me, sunshine gleaming in his eyes. I traced the words I love you on his belly. He kissed me knowing exactly what I had said.
Endless blue stretching far as the eye can see. Salty air and cool wind on a sun soaked beach. White sand underfoot.
Amber
He was quite confused as to how the preceding events had happened, but here he was, coated with sand, unsure of how the rest of the day was to continue. The water seemed to call out to him with a raspy roar.
MickMick
White sand beneath my toes. Seagulls cawing in my ears. Roaring waves, beating against the shore. Breathing in the salty air. Heaven, purely and simply. A place to be alone.
missrebecca
The beach was a long curve, like a crescent moon in a turquoise blue sky. The island it encompassed was green, and luscious, but strangely decaying. A scene gone bad.
warm, sunny inviting…such a wonderful place to spend some time. There was a time we went to the beach when we did not expect to, we are campers and forest people by nature but had a dreary summer of sorrts and realized we missed the sun, the sand, the ocean with the way it leaps and crashes against the Earth.
She just lies there, like a beached whale. There is no movement and there is no sound. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of the room and all there is is her and I and no one is breathing.
she walked along the beach with the gleam of the lowering sun highlighting the bright green in her eyes as the waves washed up along the shore thinking about all her dreams and fantasies hoping for salvation.
The waves crash with the fleeting, strong force of romantic encounters and I cannot stop my mind from remembering you. The clouds don’t help, the loom as they did that day you left, in the same fashion. I promise, as long as there’s an ocean, I will never forget.
Beaches make me believe in something more. Something beyond myself. It’s where our world meets the world of water. A deep world that we can’t access entirely. Pressures are too great. Temperatures are too low.
The waves lick my toes and roll over my feet with sweet kisses, the sand following closely behind to cover me with the blanket of a brief love.
I never felt the air weigh more heavily on my skin
than it is right now
it’s hot, sticky, sweaty
just nothing falling off of my body
I never wanted anything more than this damp weight
I never wanted anything less than this damp weight
I never wanted this damp weight but it sticks to my skin like arson.
The sun is bright with sand beneath my toes. Cool water washing up objects from the depths of the ocean. The salty breeze cool on my face. I want to go to the beach.
Jerryd and I walked across the silky soft sand, our hands intertwined and our souls one. “do you think we could be like this forever?” I asked. He tilted his head, “Not in this world.”
The word today is “beach.” This annoys me very much because that was the word yesterday. I love the beach, but I would like to write about something else. Maybe it should change to hat, bed, piano, bag, pants, or kiss. I dunno. Anything works for me.
hot summer. sand, ocean. boardwalk. rides. tram car. wildwood. sea side. sluts. bathingsuits tans. tanlines
The beach is a wonderful place, there are plenty of things to do at the beach! you can build sand castles and get a nice sun tan. Swimming at the beach is also a fun thing to do. you can boogie board and dive through the waves.
The beach makes me think of my youth, of when i dreamt i could fly and i left through my bedroom window at night, floating over the lagoon.
The beach is the perfect place to forget all your problems. The sand gets into your clothes and the water is so delicious. Can you think in something else?
I think I just wrote about the beach yesterday, but so much more exists besides the waves and the sand and whatever else I said. There are also all the creatures that live in the water of the beach, or even in the sand. No one ever thinks of them though, they only think of the fun they’re having tanning and swimming. Weird.
I hate the beach. Have you ever actually tried swimming there? You end up with sand everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE. It’s gross. And there are slimy things, and broken things, and live things. Yeah, I don’t like the beach, it’s not for me. Give me a pool any day
one of the most tranquil places you can go. no matter what beach, if its raining or storming. you will find peace, beauty, and fun. i am lucky to live one hour away.
sand. castle. water. cart. pail. beer. toes.
I walk alone across the the lonely beach. I sit in the white sand and allow my tears to mengle with the waves. A lone seagull taunts me as I weep.
The sand between my red toes. Seeping through. I love the feeling. Venice beach is calling me, ‘I wish you were here’, but I’m not. I’m stuck here.
The beach is a place where many families go to vacation and relax away from the dross of their everyday living arrangements. For me, I go to party.
Well, I’ve gone from up, down, around and backwards in the last 24 hours and don’t know if there’s a direction for the way I’m feeling right now. I’ll fill you in in the next chapter. Chow!
the sun rised on the beach as its morning rays glistened on the ocean water. He strolled slowly on the beach, clothes torn aprt after a long and terible night
I love the beach. I really want to go. But the problem is there isnt enough money to go around. It’s horrible how are lives are going to waste because of that problem. I just want to sit at the beach with you in california. I miss you so much. Venice beach is calling me and so is Florida. Florida. Florida.
Beached on the beach, the bleached beached baleen whale blanched at the bland blasphemy of boredom by belching.
Oh, the lonely beach by the sea. The cottage that abides by it’s earthly rules. The people that worship it like a god. The seagulls that feast for its gifts. Nay, I shall not visit one of these anytime soon. Only in my dreams, shall I do such a thing.
He took her hand in his, giving her a small smile. They both turned to gaze at the setting sun as it dipped gradually below the horizon. Waves rolled back and forth in front of them, the ocean nearly reaching their sand covered feet.
I was at the beach last night. The wind was blowing, the waves were crashing, the stars were out. Everything was cliche. We looked at each other and laughed as we walked down the sand. our footsteps being chased by the waves. It was miraculous, one might say. But this day was nothing compared to the ones coming up. We were in for it.
The sand sticks to my toes as I saunter out of the shack first thing in the morning. Cup of coffee and a cigarette in one hand and the dog leashes in the other.
i like the beach
i like the sand
i like friends on the beach
its warm
jersey shore
beach volleyball is nice
the beach always reminds me of fun and relaxtion
Pensacola beach is covered in oil due to this Horizen oil rig explosion. This is heartbreaking. I’ve grown up on this beach and have grown to love it as part of my home town.
The beach is nice I like it but I like pools better. I grew up at the links pool, I was never too comfortable in the ocean but I do swin in it when I get the chance. Sometimes i don’t.
The beach is a sandy place where you can build sand castles and where you get tiny particles in-between your toes. Sand also makes glass and is not very nice in sandwiches.
We lay close to the water, so that when the waves came they would tickle our toes. I giggled and looked at him. He smiled at me, sunshine gleaming in his eyes. I traced the words I love you on his belly. He kissed me knowing exactly what I had said.
This isn’t the kind of day I expected filled with sands unless I’m caught in an hourglass and can not find my way to the top soon enough.
Let’s have a fun day at the beach, sun’s up, waves crashing down.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine.
Endless blue stretching far as the eye can see. Salty air and cool wind on a sun soaked beach. White sand underfoot.
He was quite confused as to how the preceding events had happened, but here he was, coated with sand, unsure of how the rest of the day was to continue. The water seemed to call out to him with a raspy roar.
White sand beneath my toes. Seagulls cawing in my ears. Roaring waves, beating against the shore. Breathing in the salty air. Heaven, purely and simply. A place to be alone.
The beach was a long curve, like a crescent moon in a turquoise blue sky. The island it encompassed was green, and luscious, but strangely decaying. A scene gone bad.