The tide rolled in unobstructed. We stood, motionless, as the lifeless body was taken out to sea.
john
As the tide rolled gently in i pondered the universe. Why does this silicone tree produce fruit? Do the rhinestone dolphins speak freely or is freedom of speech missing in dolphin society?
Campbell Flynt
it rushes down down up up all across the sea. we have an ocean everywhere, my sister and i, because we are mermaids, mercreatures, FISH. as we listen to the tide. the whispers drift us down to dreamland and beyond.
oh, the tide again. it’s just so predictable. why couldn’t there at least be some measure of doubt in my mind that it, perhaps, won’t come again? unfortunately it did. just like yesterday. the day before. and so on.
kath
the tide washed ashore as the girl lay there in the shadow of her lover. the sun was out of site, only his eyes were in her gaze. the foamy waves washed up onto their bodies and as the waves retreated, all their tension floated away.
Denise
time and tide wait for no man. That is one saying i agree upon totally. Be it tides that are physical or the mental tides that are brewing up inside our mind.
ankita
Cape Cod, drama with the family, dolly, anne being a bitch, Zach, childhood friends
, social embarrassment, soda, stealing it, the shed, that senior girl that i almost had, ben being a jerk
Stephen Cary
I have an ocean. All i hear is a tide. long wind and my sister hears it too. we are mermaids on this ocean as the tides go by, in and out, in and out, again, and again. its sooo beautiful on this island of noisy tides as we so closley watch it going in and out, in and out.
Isabella Pablo
I love the feeling as the tide comes in over my bare legs. Its so cold. So perfect. It clears away everything. Like all my bad energy gets sucked out of my body into this great expanse of ocean.
I’ve never been to the ocean.. Are there only tides at the ocean? I’ve been to beaches, but wait, what exactly are beaches? I mean, what body of water are they? Not rivers, lakes maybe. Who knows, not me. Time is running out. So it goes.
Dana
Ebb and flow; she’s apt to produce upon hearing the word uttered. But, the tide, she realizes, is so much less than its symbolism. It just is.
The ocean is blue and the tide is high. The swell and smell of the bitter salt waft through the open air into my nose, and I am filled with the sense of home. Never will I find this anywhere else but here, where I belong.
Emily
tomorrow we will go to the beach for a picnic and the children will enjoy playing in the tied. It is supposed to be a beautiful day and I love to listen to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. I am very much looking forward to it!
Emily Weaver Brown
I miss the ocean tides. I miss California. I hate it here. There are no tides. There is no happiness. I miss the tides.
Xeno
Roll tide roll. Let me drown in the bubbly foam of your waves, washing over me like salt licking an open wound. I breathe as I ache and lose control of all I feel …
Jeran
As the mysterious figure ssat amongst the millions of grains of sand he felt at home with the tide, for like him the tide is always coming and going.
Zack
I don’t understand why I keep getting the same word. Probably to make me sign up and see if I get a new one, which I did, and which I better next time. Or else I’ll write a story about detergent. Really. I’m over it.
Sarah
Walk into it, the despair will be washed away. Salt for your emotional wounds.
loz
the water rushing in , people fight not to get pulled in by it, the power of the water can take you over. But at night it can dazzle your mind
brandon wood
it hits me and pushes me over. the ocean. salty smell. tidal pools spark my curiosity and draw me closer. the sun glares as the tide cools and changes, waning and waxing
the ocean. hitting me. changes throughout the day. brings in critters and little tastings of the world below us that we normally wouldn’t see.
Katelyn
pulls me, driving me forward, pulling me back…I am amazed, breathess in the face of the force that rules my life, my body. Rejuvenated by the waters, the tide, the ebb and flow of this thing called life.
TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NO MAN. THIS HAS BEEN THE ADAGE SINCE TIME IMEMORIAL. WHAT THIS MEANS IS THAT DO WHAT YOU CAN IN THE TIME THAT IS GIVEN TO YOU AND LEAVE THE REST TO OTHERS
APEKSHA GAJJAR
As for you and me; well, we’re certainly faced with a rising tide.
It seeped through the rocks, sliding over the stones and racing back to its home. Here it comes again, determined to fight its fear.
josmo
The tides of my mind beckon me to the shore of your heart. You are the moon, drawing me closer to your unforgiving gravity. I revolve around you. When you leave, I fall. When you draw closer, I leap for joy.
Brad Dell
again? I did this tide thing about 4 times. are there any others? I’ve signed in thrice. This website really has only one word? There should be more than one word, for there is over twelve millions words in the english language!
Aimee
Noise. Buzzers. Splashing. Screaming.
Six on five, Jessica’d been ejected. The game was tied, 5-5. The ball was skirted around the outside of my defense’s set up, inching closer .. closer, to where I anxiously waited. Number six pops herself up from the water, lobs the round, yellow sphere towards my back right corner.
I reach back .. launch myself out of the water ..
feel it graze against my fingertips, as I pull it back down in front of me.
a tide is a wave. The wave crashes onto my feet, washing shells onto me. I scream. It is cold. Cold as ice. Cold as winter in the middle of the night. Cold as anything cold at all. Cold a root beer, so very cold. The Tide is very wet, and cold.
Aimee
the tide washes away the days activities. the footprints that we left imbedded into the dark sand are nothing more than memories now. but after all, memories are what keep us going, day after day.
Kelsey
that song by the spill canvas about the kids getting swept up in the tide because they’re mother wasn’t paying attention.
My tide to go pen that I love so much because it erases mistakes.
Katie
the waves come crashing down on the shore as the tide becomes heavier. the air is warm on the summer night and i can feel each breath of the wind as the breeze blows against my skin.
jennie
The tide is controlled by the moon. When the tide is high, the water comes up onto the beach pretty far. When the tide is not high, the water doesn’t come up as far. Tides can ruin sandcastles and messages written in sand. But tides help make waves, I think.
Lara Hulbert
there is a tide coming
it is strong, stronger than ever.
it makes me feel so…weak.
im so confused.
i dont know what to do.
i hate this day
It is terrible, and i don´t know if it is a word in english
carolina
there is a tide coming
i feel it, and its coming fast.
i cant believe how strong it is.
it will break me this time.
it is stronger than ever
mary beth
the tide comes and goes, with the moon. things come and go, life comes and goes. the tide shows that even when something is taken from us, it will come back, more and better than it was before. and then it is taken away again, and when it is given back to us, we forgive.
The tide rolled in unobstructed. We stood, motionless, as the lifeless body was taken out to sea.
As the tide rolled gently in i pondered the universe. Why does this silicone tree produce fruit? Do the rhinestone dolphins speak freely or is freedom of speech missing in dolphin society?
it rushes down down up up all across the sea. we have an ocean everywhere, my sister and i, because we are mermaids, mercreatures, FISH. as we listen to the tide. the whispers drift us down to dreamland and beyond.
oh, the tide again. it’s just so predictable. why couldn’t there at least be some measure of doubt in my mind that it, perhaps, won’t come again? unfortunately it did. just like yesterday. the day before. and so on.
the tide washed ashore as the girl lay there in the shadow of her lover. the sun was out of site, only his eyes were in her gaze. the foamy waves washed up onto their bodies and as the waves retreated, all their tension floated away.
time and tide wait for no man. That is one saying i agree upon totally. Be it tides that are physical or the mental tides that are brewing up inside our mind.
Cape Cod, drama with the family, dolly, anne being a bitch, Zach, childhood friends
, social embarrassment, soda, stealing it, the shed, that senior girl that i almost had, ben being a jerk
I have an ocean. All i hear is a tide. long wind and my sister hears it too. we are mermaids on this ocean as the tides go by, in and out, in and out, again, and again. its sooo beautiful on this island of noisy tides as we so closley watch it going in and out, in and out.
I love the feeling as the tide comes in over my bare legs. Its so cold. So perfect. It clears away everything. Like all my bad energy gets sucked out of my body into this great expanse of ocean.
the tide rolls in an is see the beauty. the majesty of it all. the magic of the dance between the moon an the tide.
hgfhfhgfhgfh
I’ve never been to the ocean.. Are there only tides at the ocean? I’ve been to beaches, but wait, what exactly are beaches? I mean, what body of water are they? Not rivers, lakes maybe. Who knows, not me. Time is running out. So it goes.
Ebb and flow; she’s apt to produce upon hearing the word uttered. But, the tide, she realizes, is so much less than its symbolism. It just is.
The ocean is blue and the tide is high. The swell and smell of the bitter salt waft through the open air into my nose, and I am filled with the sense of home. Never will I find this anywhere else but here, where I belong.
tomorrow we will go to the beach for a picnic and the children will enjoy playing in the tied. It is supposed to be a beautiful day and I love to listen to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. I am very much looking forward to it!
I miss the ocean tides. I miss California. I hate it here. There are no tides. There is no happiness. I miss the tides.
Roll tide roll. Let me drown in the bubbly foam of your waves, washing over me like salt licking an open wound. I breathe as I ache and lose control of all I feel …
As the mysterious figure ssat amongst the millions of grains of sand he felt at home with the tide, for like him the tide is always coming and going.
I don’t understand why I keep getting the same word. Probably to make me sign up and see if I get a new one, which I did, and which I better next time. Or else I’ll write a story about detergent. Really. I’m over it.
Walk into it, the despair will be washed away. Salt for your emotional wounds.
the water rushing in , people fight not to get pulled in by it, the power of the water can take you over. But at night it can dazzle your mind
it hits me and pushes me over. the ocean. salty smell. tidal pools spark my curiosity and draw me closer. the sun glares as the tide cools and changes, waning and waxing
the ocean. hitting me. changes throughout the day. brings in critters and little tastings of the world below us that we normally wouldn’t see.
pulls me, driving me forward, pulling me back…I am amazed, breathess in the face of the force that rules my life, my body. Rejuvenated by the waters, the tide, the ebb and flow of this thing called life.
TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NO MAN. THIS HAS BEEN THE ADAGE SINCE TIME IMEMORIAL. WHAT THIS MEANS IS THAT DO WHAT YOU CAN IN THE TIME THAT IS GIVEN TO YOU AND LEAVE THE REST TO OTHERS
As for you and me; well, we’re certainly faced with a rising tide.
It seeped through the rocks, sliding over the stones and racing back to its home. Here it comes again, determined to fight its fear.
The tides of my mind beckon me to the shore of your heart. You are the moon, drawing me closer to your unforgiving gravity. I revolve around you. When you leave, I fall. When you draw closer, I leap for joy.
again? I did this tide thing about 4 times. are there any others? I’ve signed in thrice. This website really has only one word? There should be more than one word, for there is over twelve millions words in the english language!
Noise. Buzzers. Splashing. Screaming.
Six on five, Jessica’d been ejected. The game was tied, 5-5. The ball was skirted around the outside of my defense’s set up, inching closer .. closer, to where I anxiously waited. Number six pops herself up from the water, lobs the round, yellow sphere towards my back right corner.
I reach back .. launch myself out of the water ..
feel it graze against my fingertips, as I pull it back down in front of me.
Turning the tide of the match.
a tide is a wave. The wave crashes onto my feet, washing shells onto me. I scream. It is cold. Cold as ice. Cold as winter in the middle of the night. Cold as anything cold at all. Cold a root beer, so very cold. The Tide is very wet, and cold.
the tide washes away the days activities. the footprints that we left imbedded into the dark sand are nothing more than memories now. but after all, memories are what keep us going, day after day.
that song by the spill canvas about the kids getting swept up in the tide because they’re mother wasn’t paying attention.
My tide to go pen that I love so much because it erases mistakes.
the waves come crashing down on the shore as the tide becomes heavier. the air is warm on the summer night and i can feel each breath of the wind as the breeze blows against my skin.
The tide is controlled by the moon. When the tide is high, the water comes up onto the beach pretty far. When the tide is not high, the water doesn’t come up as far. Tides can ruin sandcastles and messages written in sand. But tides help make waves, I think.
there is a tide coming
it is strong, stronger than ever.
it makes me feel so…weak.
im so confused.
i dont know what to do.
i hate this day
It is terrible, and i don´t know if it is a word in english
there is a tide coming
i feel it, and its coming fast.
i cant believe how strong it is.
it will break me this time.
it is stronger than ever
the tide comes and goes, with the moon. things come and go, life comes and goes. the tide shows that even when something is taken from us, it will come back, more and better than it was before. and then it is taken away again, and when it is given back to us, we forgive.
i see the moon rising over the darkened waters. the crabs scurry for their homes as I walk along the shore. the waves touch my toes and I laugh.