THE SEA SWIMMING THE BEACH PLAYING IN THE SAND SUN FUN GAMES FRIENDS PARTYING FIRES FISH DOLPHINS STARFISH CORAL SEAWATER SALT SUNBRUN
JAKI
ride the waves, it can be a nauseating, dizzying, but exhilarating act or sight. Love to watch it roll in to me and I wonder what it must be like to ride the crest of it. I feel safer letting it come to me than for me to try and conquer it. waves…
marie
i watched gidget surf on television, making it seem so easy, so effortless.
the first time i tried was the last time.. as i fell off, swallowed the ocean and worried about sharks.
i’m content to watch it now, wishing i could, knowing i can’t.
and good with the knowledge.
quin browne
So, then, I went surfing this time last summer with a good friend but we somehow were seperated midway through the trip – not such a bad thing, I suppose, as we had become a bit sick of eachother due to the normal wear and tear of living in close quarters with anyone. So we got seperated midway through the day, but I decided to keep surfing on my own, by myself, just the watery sounds of the ocean li
Ethan
it wavers in and out, the heart surfs above the rupture of feelings you bring forward. some rocky ride, but the thrill is astounding and much too exciting for words. if only.
synne.r
One of the best ways to harmonize with water.
nirto
I would like to learn how to surf. Catching waves with the cool coastal breaze rushing by. It just appeals to me on a deep level. And yet, I watch one Discovery channel video of a girl getting her leg bitten off by a great white and I change my mind. Aspirations and fear battling each other.
Adam
I love to surf. the web, that is, not the water and the waves. I guess I should fill up the minute with typing. Surf. The foamy loamy crap that skims the surface of the seam. i don’t know what the hell is going on, but that green worm is sure getting long! Uh, oh, turning orange!
Surfing around on the internet is fun.
Eric Normand
I surf these streets like a lone rider of the waves
all by my lonesome calm and ready amongst the torrentous liquid terrain
treacherous the underbelly of where i stand
yet you keep me afloat, the only thing keeping me from diving down to the abyss
so many times you have saved me
though you and i, we conquer
we evolve, together we destroy every notion there is of being one
so we paddle on forward
water in our face
and the sun on our backs
to the horizon we go…. there is no looking back
Christian San Jose
beaches tan beauty sun summer hot necklace germany footprints sand love life turles waves babes dudes radical awesome boards palm trees exotic far
ingrid michele
He stared at the surf. It lapped at the rocks surrounding him. What would it be if he let it carry him away? Away from this place, these people, these problems, into the abyss. God, he hated this place.He hated the surf, he hated these rocks, he hated standing here. He just wanted to fly, right into nothing.
ducksoup
the wave and then dry off and we’ll go get some beers by the beach and eat some pintxos and dry up salty covered and sun kissed and nap while the sun is setting and the sand is brushing against your feet
edge
Meat head surfer boys from california that try to find the best wave in the world and think that by talking about the perfect wave it becomes poetic to some sense as if it means anything. While if you asked them how the waves are formed, or anything about the tides, they would give some bull shit philsophical answer that truly answers nothing
CMoore Evil @ WPradio887.org
One wave, and this rushing impulse with water sprewing at my back. I am feeding off of this rush, dying to go faster and fly over this moment, breathing into the tunnel and I am soaring. Soaring over this liquid atmosphere with earth at my water impulse.
Brittany Rios
surfing..hmmm..i surf in my kayak a lot on rivers. this is otherwise known as playboating. It is a huge hobby of mine. I believe that it is one of the best hobbies you can have because it builds your ability to take things as the come. When your running class five rivers you cant stop and think about things you just have to go with the flow ya know?
Zach King
There are surfers on the waves ahead of me
I’m sitting with my back to a palm tree on a Miami beach
A thousand miles away from you, geographically
But I’ve never been further away from you emotionally, either
Never been so far away from my heart
I’m sitting here, on the beach, watching the waves and listening to the music you gave me
Wondering if you had a meaning bhind it
bee,
Surf… hummm Surf.. OMG the green line is going and I haven’t wrote anything about Surf… hummm…my mind is surfing as the line turned RED!
damn surf.
barwashi
Surf:
His hair is slicked down with salty spray as his board cuts through the wild waves dancing toward shore. The wave he rides heightens and then crashes, booming down to swallow him whole. But a moment later, the board bobs gently to the surface. He comes up, spluttering, hair plastered to his sunburned forehead, ready to ride again.
Rebie F
The water was soft and sparkly as the sun began to set. This was it. I sat on the beach and watched them paddle out. I would have never guessed that I would have gotten up and left him there, but i did. Leaving my footprints in the sand.
Sarah S
Crashing down around the eyes, grains of sand driving their way up his nostrils, swirling up from the riptide, an inescapable bad salty memory. The surfboard wasn’t buoyant enough.
CocOen
45 minutes to get past the break at Playa Linda to catch one 15 second wave. 20 minutes to get out on my next attempt. Perled the nose on takeoff, never made it out again, the air became like fire in my lungs. The waves were 12 feet and glassy that day…
Jeff Litton
The waves crashed against the shore and the rocks, like a disrupted ballet. The wind rushed and breezed in stiff intervals.
Sarahbelle
I remember the time I went surfing with some friends. There was a great deal of excitement, as we were all beginners and there was going to be “good waves” that day. It was a nice sky and a good beach, and I paddled out intent on making sure that things were going to be fine. They weren’t.
Jason W. Duke
i was never any good. father took me out and pushed me into the water. i floated like a sea lion then fell like a whale. the board was big, bulky, an unwanted lover. it was summer again.
gianna
im surfing on a wave, but this wave is a memory… its calming, but if i fall too deep it’ll be destructive… waves come and go like memories… but unlike waves, memories never die…
The One
i have always wanted to surf. whenever i go to visit my grandparents on the beach, i am fascinated by the windsurfers and kitesurfers having a blast on the sea. while i smoke cigarettes and write on the beach, i have always known that i would be happier if i was doing that. not thinking- moving. moving and not thinking not writing but surfing. and it is every single time i see them that i get hope some day i will be happy.
siva
surfind is really cool i always hear things about surfing and it sounds like it would be fun ive always wanted to try maybe because its on the beach and i love the beah. people who surf must be really atheltic you dont really think about it but it is quite a physically enticing sport. additionally, it just looks so cool. i associate it with hawaii but that is proibably a stereotyp. i love the ocean the thought of surfing makes me think about all the blue and the sea and all the love ly things inside
devika
“But how can this be called surfing?”
“Because it’s like you are surfing through the Worldwide Web. Anyway, never mind that ..”
“And you call this thing a mouse. This is crazy.”
ruru
surf the net? everyone is doing it. at work. at home. at school. at play. we are addicted to it.
siti
I would watch them surf with amazement. It was like dancing with the waves. Th powerful wave against a boy and a board.
Bethanee
when i was alone, i used to drink a lot of soda. but I’m hungry now, so i wanna eat a big dish of chinese food… anyway, tomorrow i will go to the beach and i am gonna die.
Diegock
I was surfing the beautiful, cool winds of Laguna beach when the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen comes to me. From that moment on, I knew he was the one I was to spend my life with. He is the most perfect thing that’s ever happened to me.
Waste of Paint
hardcore, seeing the ocean from a different point of view, feeling amazinly rad, beautiful
Kayci Green
It’s more than just the ups and downs. Whether be it gentle or furious, waves come go. Some ride it, others get hit, but whatever the uncertainties are, we surf among the ripples left behind.
vvlkv
Surfing is such a great thing to do. It really let’s people hang loose and just be at one with the water. They can laze on their board and just do all sorts of crazy things, it’s actually pretty amazing. Just being at peace with the water and getting to know it and how it moves. It’s almost like being one with Mother Nature and seing her in her true form. Simply beautiful and so astounding. Something amazing.
Kasey Stirling
I go to the beach often, not necessarily for the broads or the dames, the adrenaline or the friends, but the soothing, repetitive crashing of the surf across the breakers. Waiting until I am but alone or secluded, just listening to the rapture of nature.
Sam S.
s.u.r.f
my god i am soo not creative at the moment
sen
Hawaii beaches flood my memory. The surfboard under me keeps me a-float while I paddle farther and farther out. I swear, one of these days, I won’t come paddling back
Meg<3
surf
ride the wave
only for now… the waves won’t come
we will wait in the shallows till a better surf to be. one love
peace
self inflicted hatred
surf…Surfing can be dangerous…air surfing,water surfing.But,people do not heed the dangers of surfing.I wonder,how many people would have gone missing by the year 2060…
THE SEA SWIMMING THE BEACH PLAYING IN THE SAND SUN FUN GAMES FRIENDS PARTYING FIRES FISH DOLPHINS STARFISH CORAL SEAWATER SALT SUNBRUN
ride the waves, it can be a nauseating, dizzying, but exhilarating act or sight. Love to watch it roll in to me and I wonder what it must be like to ride the crest of it. I feel safer letting it come to me than for me to try and conquer it. waves…
i watched gidget surf on television, making it seem so easy, so effortless.
the first time i tried was the last time.. as i fell off, swallowed the ocean and worried about sharks.
i’m content to watch it now, wishing i could, knowing i can’t.
and good with the knowledge.
So, then, I went surfing this time last summer with a good friend but we somehow were seperated midway through the trip – not such a bad thing, I suppose, as we had become a bit sick of eachother due to the normal wear and tear of living in close quarters with anyone. So we got seperated midway through the day, but I decided to keep surfing on my own, by myself, just the watery sounds of the ocean li
it wavers in and out, the heart surfs above the rupture of feelings you bring forward. some rocky ride, but the thrill is astounding and much too exciting for words. if only.
One of the best ways to harmonize with water.
I would like to learn how to surf. Catching waves with the cool coastal breaze rushing by. It just appeals to me on a deep level. And yet, I watch one Discovery channel video of a girl getting her leg bitten off by a great white and I change my mind. Aspirations and fear battling each other.
I love to surf. the web, that is, not the water and the waves. I guess I should fill up the minute with typing. Surf. The foamy loamy crap that skims the surface of the seam. i don’t know what the hell is going on, but that green worm is sure getting long! Uh, oh, turning orange!
Surfing around on the internet is fun.
I surf these streets like a lone rider of the waves
all by my lonesome calm and ready amongst the torrentous liquid terrain
treacherous the underbelly of where i stand
yet you keep me afloat, the only thing keeping me from diving down to the abyss
so many times you have saved me
though you and i, we conquer
we evolve, together we destroy every notion there is of being one
so we paddle on forward
water in our face
and the sun on our backs
to the horizon we go…. there is no looking back
beaches tan beauty sun summer hot necklace germany footprints sand love life turles waves babes dudes radical awesome boards palm trees exotic far
He stared at the surf. It lapped at the rocks surrounding him. What would it be if he let it carry him away? Away from this place, these people, these problems, into the abyss. God, he hated this place.He hated the surf, he hated these rocks, he hated standing here. He just wanted to fly, right into nothing.
the wave and then dry off and we’ll go get some beers by the beach and eat some pintxos and dry up salty covered and sun kissed and nap while the sun is setting and the sand is brushing against your feet
Meat head surfer boys from california that try to find the best wave in the world and think that by talking about the perfect wave it becomes poetic to some sense as if it means anything. While if you asked them how the waves are formed, or anything about the tides, they would give some bull shit philsophical answer that truly answers nothing
One wave, and this rushing impulse with water sprewing at my back. I am feeding off of this rush, dying to go faster and fly over this moment, breathing into the tunnel and I am soaring. Soaring over this liquid atmosphere with earth at my water impulse.
surfing..hmmm..i surf in my kayak a lot on rivers. this is otherwise known as playboating. It is a huge hobby of mine. I believe that it is one of the best hobbies you can have because it builds your ability to take things as the come. When your running class five rivers you cant stop and think about things you just have to go with the flow ya know?
There are surfers on the waves ahead of me
I’m sitting with my back to a palm tree on a Miami beach
A thousand miles away from you, geographically
But I’ve never been further away from you emotionally, either
Never been so far away from my heart
I’m sitting here, on the beach, watching the waves and listening to the music you gave me
Wondering if you had a meaning bhind it
Surf… hummm Surf.. OMG the green line is going and I haven’t wrote anything about Surf… hummm…my mind is surfing as the line turned RED!
damn surf.
Surf:
His hair is slicked down with salty spray as his board cuts through the wild waves dancing toward shore. The wave he rides heightens and then crashes, booming down to swallow him whole. But a moment later, the board bobs gently to the surface. He comes up, spluttering, hair plastered to his sunburned forehead, ready to ride again.
The water was soft and sparkly as the sun began to set. This was it. I sat on the beach and watched them paddle out. I would have never guessed that I would have gotten up and left him there, but i did. Leaving my footprints in the sand.
Crashing down around the eyes, grains of sand driving their way up his nostrils, swirling up from the riptide, an inescapable bad salty memory. The surfboard wasn’t buoyant enough.
45 minutes to get past the break at Playa Linda to catch one 15 second wave. 20 minutes to get out on my next attempt. Perled the nose on takeoff, never made it out again, the air became like fire in my lungs. The waves were 12 feet and glassy that day…
The waves crashed against the shore and the rocks, like a disrupted ballet. The wind rushed and breezed in stiff intervals.
I remember the time I went surfing with some friends. There was a great deal of excitement, as we were all beginners and there was going to be “good waves” that day. It was a nice sky and a good beach, and I paddled out intent on making sure that things were going to be fine. They weren’t.
i was never any good. father took me out and pushed me into the water. i floated like a sea lion then fell like a whale. the board was big, bulky, an unwanted lover. it was summer again.
im surfing on a wave, but this wave is a memory… its calming, but if i fall too deep it’ll be destructive… waves come and go like memories… but unlike waves, memories never die…
i have always wanted to surf. whenever i go to visit my grandparents on the beach, i am fascinated by the windsurfers and kitesurfers having a blast on the sea. while i smoke cigarettes and write on the beach, i have always known that i would be happier if i was doing that. not thinking- moving. moving and not thinking not writing but surfing. and it is every single time i see them that i get hope some day i will be happy.
surfind is really cool i always hear things about surfing and it sounds like it would be fun ive always wanted to try maybe because its on the beach and i love the beah. people who surf must be really atheltic you dont really think about it but it is quite a physically enticing sport. additionally, it just looks so cool. i associate it with hawaii but that is proibably a stereotyp. i love the ocean the thought of surfing makes me think about all the blue and the sea and all the love ly things inside
“But how can this be called surfing?”
“Because it’s like you are surfing through the Worldwide Web. Anyway, never mind that ..”
“And you call this thing a mouse. This is crazy.”
surf the net? everyone is doing it. at work. at home. at school. at play. we are addicted to it.
I would watch them surf with amazement. It was like dancing with the waves. Th powerful wave against a boy and a board.
when i was alone, i used to drink a lot of soda. but I’m hungry now, so i wanna eat a big dish of chinese food… anyway, tomorrow i will go to the beach and i am gonna die.
I was surfing the beautiful, cool winds of Laguna beach when the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen comes to me. From that moment on, I knew he was the one I was to spend my life with. He is the most perfect thing that’s ever happened to me.
hardcore, seeing the ocean from a different point of view, feeling amazinly rad, beautiful
It’s more than just the ups and downs. Whether be it gentle or furious, waves come go. Some ride it, others get hit, but whatever the uncertainties are, we surf among the ripples left behind.
Surfing is such a great thing to do. It really let’s people hang loose and just be at one with the water. They can laze on their board and just do all sorts of crazy things, it’s actually pretty amazing. Just being at peace with the water and getting to know it and how it moves. It’s almost like being one with Mother Nature and seing her in her true form. Simply beautiful and so astounding. Something amazing.
I go to the beach often, not necessarily for the broads or the dames, the adrenaline or the friends, but the soothing, repetitive crashing of the surf across the breakers. Waiting until I am but alone or secluded, just listening to the rapture of nature.
s.u.r.f
my god i am soo not creative at the moment
Hawaii beaches flood my memory. The surfboard under me keeps me a-float while I paddle farther and farther out. I swear, one of these days, I won’t come paddling back
surf
ride the wave
only for now… the waves won’t come
we will wait in the shallows till a better surf to be. one love
peace
surf…Surfing can be dangerous…air surfing,water surfing.But,people do not heed the dangers of surfing.I wonder,how many people would have gone missing by the year 2060…