Comments on: fog

By: k

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:59:04 +0000

the fog rolls in on little cat feet…robert frost? or something like that. it’s misty and cool, and i haven’t seen much of it this year. it’s been too hot or too cold or something. it’s sort of mysterious, and i’ve written poems on it, but i’ve never gotten one of them right. i hope i’ll see some soon. it’s a clean feeling, walking in fog.

By: Rachel

Rachel — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:56:13 +0000

I’ve never actually, fuck, that’s a lie… I have seen fog. Just not in some meaningful, mystical foreshadowing sort of situation; nothing you’d find in literature or a movie. NOthing exciting or life-altering or even minutely memorable. Just. Fog. It’s what happens. I don’t even know why. It just is.

By: tv

tv — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:55:56 +0000

There is a veil before his eyes; it is not something so tangible as a fog, yet it seems to have more substance than anything physical. He reaches out for the fabric of that which hides his eyes. The tips of his fingers catch on a silken cloth.

By: faisal

faisal — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:53:48 +0000

fog

By: Missy G

Missy G — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:45:30 +0000

the fog rolled in, thick and dark. She walked around, lost, thinking of her lost life. Why did they do this to her? What in her karmic life had she done to deserve this back lash? Why should she suffer for the rest of her life because he had died. At that moment, the sun shone in. She knew it was simply a lesson she had to learn. She smiled. the sun was warm again.

By: laurie

laurie — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:40:25 +0000

same as yesterday!!!!!oh no – what to write about?!
i remember running in the early morning (predawn)through fog.

By: Eric Garcia

Eric Garcia — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:16:44 +0000

Jimmy couldn’t clear his mind. The more he tried, the more the fog set in. It was like a living creature, taking over, invading and obscuring his thoughts. He tried doctors. No help. He tried herbal tea. No help. He tried visiting a massage therapist, but all she wanted was extra money to touch his buttocks. That helped a little, but not with the fog. Eventually, he realized that it would be something he’d simply have to live with, and if it would spell the death of him, then it would spell the death of him.

By: pedro

pedro — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:11:32 +0000

Whenever in the green that was grey I saw the child in you again and jumping after the ball, missing not a second, I was running and missed the ball again. I never saw it again. And sometimes, in the morning I’m waking up and see the fog inyou.

By: Brian

Brian — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:11:23 +0000

Fog is kind of nice. It’s very mysterious, and shrouds stuff in mystery. It’s strange though, because in the mornings, it seems to be so solid, yet so transient at the same time. It gives each day which has it a bit of a mysterious feel to it.

By: C

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 14:53:23 +0000

my phone number, a ring, the cheese knife, my physics teacher’s name, my children’s first words, my mother’s favorite food, 8×8 equals, why my father and I don’t talk anymore, how to get home, joy, gone in four decades — lost in a fog of distraction and alcohol