it’s terrible to hear that thing crash every day, in and out and in and out. I wonder if anyone else has lived on this island before. If anyone else had suffered the way I’m suffering, this loneliness, the incredible crash and slosh of this place coming down on my like ice off a roof, every day. The ocean is a monster. The ocean they say is alive, and I believe it, but it does not compensate for the lack of any interaction with human soul, sweet or cruel or lovely or familiar or strange.
Melina
The tide rolled in and claimed everyone in it’s path. It wasn’t fair. It was cruel but everyone knew it would happen and there was no avoiding it. It was like watching a monster in a movie. You wanted to run but it didn’t matter.
Ryan
was roaming back and forth fro the shores of the sand, wired to wash away guilt and frustration. look for deeper meaning and penetration. sighs of love and hate collide, as we stare into the tide. rushing slowly back and forth.
Greg Moriarty
The ocean carries me farther and farther. I have not but to let it carry me. For once I was a shore-dweller, never brave enough to dive into its depths. But now, I let the tide carry me wherever it pleases.
Speed Reed
It lapped up at my feet as I watched the birds circling overhead. I don’t think that I can ever remember seeing something as powerful as this tide. It was a thing of beauty and a force to be reckoned with.
Hannah
it’s overwhelming, the tide, the undertow, the pull and dream of what is and what could be and i just can’t take it, i can’t live it, can’t make it, pull me down but push me back, push me up and out and over the tide.
Feelings flow like the tide of the ocean. sometimes they ride high, sometimes the ride low. Right now , when I’m with you, my tide is high and I dont’ think it’s going to go low again anytime soon.
waves washing in on the shore…that’s the tide….or maybe the laundry is piled up and I need some tide so that they will be super clean like the commercial promises….crimson tide….not really….ok can’t think of anything else with tide.
Sybyl
the tide is low and the soupy sands are muddy… with tidal detritus and oil. the animals have left because the water isn’t coming back, is it mr. ballard?
rma
the tide rolls in. the tide rolls out. shifting. moving. rising. falling.
nature, the ultimate clock.
you can’t argue with a force like that.
Melanie
I have been caught up in the tide. Taken from one place ton another. But juste like the waves in the tide i always end up here. Washed up. Left to burn under the sun.
Saadane Mohamed
Tide, the only word I knew that would win her back. She loved the beach and I knew we would be able to work things out there. I loved her. I wanted to be with her. She’s gone…forever.
Ryan
The tide of the ocean sways in and out while the poor, defenseless animals are suffering during this tragic time in American history. They are stuck to the shores while the tide full of oil keeps receding away the hopes of sustanent life.
Amy
Tide detergent will get your clothes clean and bright and fresh-smelling! Go with the tide and try Tide!
corcovado
How unokay it is to have a commercial product pop into my head. Why can’t I be more fluid and creative? I need more Soul Pancake!
cox200
She was walking peacefully along the beach, watching as the tide rolled in, wondering if life was all it seemed. Wondering if he meant what he said. Wondering what it was she wanted to do in her life.
Tegan
Washed out with the tide
before the three words were even written
Standing with the forgetful tide
stick in hand waiting to try again.
I love yo..damn.
rising tide, I think that was some epic loot in wow or something… god why did I reactivate the other day. Tide is also a pretty good detergent… I rock the cold water variety. I hear that shit is good for the environment or something.
bobby the squirrel
The tide brought the body in, saturated with salt and bluish in hue, glorious and solid in it’s proof of the deed, missing fingers and broken teeth.
Allison Johnson
Everything is bullshit. There’s a woman standing on the beach, the waves lapping at her toes like a dog. None of this is real. Time is nothing. This woman doesn’t exist.
Have a nice day.
bk.
big blue waves, crashing against rocks. the steady sound as the waves go in and out. the blue ocean that is controlled by the moon.
Elle
the tide symbolizes passing of time. in the time it takes for the tide to come in, or go out, so many things can happen. it’s like God’s natural clock.
Hayley
the moon brings in the tide and the earth brings in the moon but is there someone who can bring in the pain we all feel?
As the tide rolled in, I thought to myself….Would i ever come back to this place? This beautiful place of destruction.
Katie
The ocean sweeps over the beach, washing away all the cares of the day. What was once stress dissolves into bliss; anxiety, into happiness.
Patrick
tide. i luv fashun. i luv the fele uv a nise lee tale ord sute. i luv crisp den him and but un downs. i luv boe tise and nek tise, tide into pur fekd nots.
Chicco
The moon changes the tides. In and out. In and out. Repetitive motion. Sit and watch the waves roll up onto my toes. The moon shines down, and I smile into the darkness.
This is the way it goes in and out, softly, sweetly, like a forgetful lover. The marks it makes on the shore are the same as the marks you made on me. Today is the last day it will happen.
Melanie
As the tide rolled in, the crashing waves beat against the jagged rocks. At first he thought it was a seal tangled in wad of seaweed. But, every time water came in and dragged itself back out, sand, shells and seaweed washed away. He approached cautiously. The clouds shifted. The moonlight caught something glistening in the matted mound. He refocused his camera. A gold chain, then an ankle, a calf, a thigh.
Elaine
the tide is influenced by the moon due to some process that i don’t recall from my astronomy class. the tide was high when i went to the beach last thursday. we sat far from the ocean, by the bathrooms.
darlene
i see the tide come in and out. like the regular times in life when nothing lasts forever. things changes. times change. people change or leave. nothing stays the same. ever. the tide proves the basic idea of life.
sean zamora
Swiveling, swirling, crashing down. miraculously gleaming but black as the earth it hits. greased lightening. greased animals. greased pelicans. Greased tide.
Jana Heaton
shifting blanket. microcosm of unity. coexist. crucible of lives. ever changing.
The water pulled at my feet and I sank deeper. A few minutes longer and the sand clawed at my knees; a few more, and it was at my shoulders. The beach was going to devour me, and all because it was high tide.
Whitney
it’s overwhelming, the tide, the undertow, the pull and dream of what is and what could be and i just can’t take it, i can’t live it, can’t make it, pull me down but push me back, push me up and out and over the tide.
it’s terrible to hear that thing crash every day, in and out and in and out. I wonder if anyone else has lived on this island before. If anyone else had suffered the way I’m suffering, this loneliness, the incredible crash and slosh of this place coming down on my like ice off a roof, every day. The ocean is a monster. The ocean they say is alive, and I believe it, but it does not compensate for the lack of any interaction with human soul, sweet or cruel or lovely or familiar or strange.
The tide rolled in and claimed everyone in it’s path. It wasn’t fair. It was cruel but everyone knew it would happen and there was no avoiding it. It was like watching a monster in a movie. You wanted to run but it didn’t matter.
was roaming back and forth fro the shores of the sand, wired to wash away guilt and frustration. look for deeper meaning and penetration. sighs of love and hate collide, as we stare into the tide. rushing slowly back and forth.
The ocean carries me farther and farther. I have not but to let it carry me. For once I was a shore-dweller, never brave enough to dive into its depths. But now, I let the tide carry me wherever it pleases.
It lapped up at my feet as I watched the birds circling overhead. I don’t think that I can ever remember seeing something as powerful as this tide. It was a thing of beauty and a force to be reckoned with.
it’s overwhelming, the tide, the undertow, the pull and dream of what is and what could be and i just can’t take it, i can’t live it, can’t make it, pull me down but push me back, push me up and out and over the tide.
His blood pressure rose and fell like the tide as his legs pumped underneath his body as he ran through the streets of San Francisco.
Feelings flow like the tide of the ocean. sometimes they ride high, sometimes the ride low. Right now , when I’m with you, my tide is high and I dont’ think it’s going to go low again anytime soon.
waves washing in on the shore…that’s the tide….or maybe the laundry is piled up and I need some tide so that they will be super clean like the commercial promises….crimson tide….not really….ok can’t think of anything else with tide.
the tide is low and the soupy sands are muddy… with tidal detritus and oil. the animals have left because the water isn’t coming back, is it mr. ballard?
the tide rolls in. the tide rolls out. shifting. moving. rising. falling.
nature, the ultimate clock.
you can’t argue with a force like that.
I have been caught up in the tide. Taken from one place ton another. But juste like the waves in the tide i always end up here. Washed up. Left to burn under the sun.
Tide, the only word I knew that would win her back. She loved the beach and I knew we would be able to work things out there. I loved her. I wanted to be with her. She’s gone…forever.
The tide of the ocean sways in and out while the poor, defenseless animals are suffering during this tragic time in American history. They are stuck to the shores while the tide full of oil keeps receding away the hopes of sustanent life.
Tide detergent will get your clothes clean and bright and fresh-smelling! Go with the tide and try Tide!
How unokay it is to have a commercial product pop into my head. Why can’t I be more fluid and creative? I need more Soul Pancake!
She was walking peacefully along the beach, watching as the tide rolled in, wondering if life was all it seemed. Wondering if he meant what he said. Wondering what it was she wanted to do in her life.
Washed out with the tide
before the three words were even written
Standing with the forgetful tide
stick in hand waiting to try again.
I love yo..damn.
Tide. that’s what I have to blame. I built this elaborate castle, and, perhaps in hubris, lost it to a phenomenon caused by the moon. Fuck you moon.
the moon’s effect on the shore; washes away old crap&makes room for new crap.
rising tide, I think that was some epic loot in wow or something… god why did I reactivate the other day. Tide is also a pretty good detergent… I rock the cold water variety. I hear that shit is good for the environment or something.
The tide brought the body in, saturated with salt and bluish in hue, glorious and solid in it’s proof of the deed, missing fingers and broken teeth.
Everything is bullshit. There’s a woman standing on the beach, the waves lapping at her toes like a dog. None of this is real. Time is nothing. This woman doesn’t exist.
Have a nice day.
big blue waves, crashing against rocks. the steady sound as the waves go in and out. the blue ocean that is controlled by the moon.
the tide symbolizes passing of time. in the time it takes for the tide to come in, or go out, so many things can happen. it’s like God’s natural clock.
the moon brings in the tide and the earth brings in the moon but is there someone who can bring in the pain we all feel?
As the tide rolled in, I thought to myself….Would i ever come back to this place? This beautiful place of destruction.
The ocean sweeps over the beach, washing away all the cares of the day. What was once stress dissolves into bliss; anxiety, into happiness.
tide. i luv fashun. i luv the fele uv a nise lee tale ord sute. i luv crisp den him and but un downs. i luv boe tise and nek tise, tide into pur fekd nots.
The moon changes the tides. In and out. In and out. Repetitive motion. Sit and watch the waves roll up onto my toes. The moon shines down, and I smile into the darkness.
Waltzling in and out of this life on a string, a vacant marionette
There’s no mercy for the highest of blood, the hardest of heads
The tide flows soft but swift a deadly combination together they pull men out to sea who may become forever lost.
This is the way it goes in and out, softly, sweetly, like a forgetful lover. The marks it makes on the shore are the same as the marks you made on me. Today is the last day it will happen.
As the tide rolled in, the crashing waves beat against the jagged rocks. At first he thought it was a seal tangled in wad of seaweed. But, every time water came in and dragged itself back out, sand, shells and seaweed washed away. He approached cautiously. The clouds shifted. The moonlight caught something glistening in the matted mound. He refocused his camera. A gold chain, then an ankle, a calf, a thigh.
the tide is influenced by the moon due to some process that i don’t recall from my astronomy class. the tide was high when i went to the beach last thursday. we sat far from the ocean, by the bathrooms.
i see the tide come in and out. like the regular times in life when nothing lasts forever. things changes. times change. people change or leave. nothing stays the same. ever. the tide proves the basic idea of life.
Swiveling, swirling, crashing down. miraculously gleaming but black as the earth it hits. greased lightening. greased animals. greased pelicans. Greased tide.
shifting blanket. microcosm of unity. coexist. crucible of lives. ever changing.
The water pulled at my feet and I sank deeper. A few minutes longer and the sand clawed at my knees; a few more, and it was at my shoulders. The beach was going to devour me, and all because it was high tide.
it’s overwhelming, the tide, the undertow, the pull and dream of what is and what could be and i just can’t take it, i can’t live it, can’t make it, pull me down but push me back, push me up and out and over the tide.