I see you through the mist, smiling slightly as you walk towards me holding the single possession I hold most dear. It is kept in a small velvet sack you dangle from your fingers. I take it gently, giving you the small smile I use for thanks. I open the sack and mist flies from it, thickening the walls between us and drowning me in fog.
It was hazy in the morning. The mist in the glade made me glad I was alive. Hovering lightly over my child, I felt the earth soak me in one slip at a time. I loved it more than I love you.
It swirled around in dusty rivulets. Cloying and dam it clung to the gauze skirt of the dancer, her muscles trembling with the effort to stay still. Holding on to the impossible while balancing on almost nothing.
As i ran through the cloudy mist, i heard the scream of terror. I had no idea who it was. But i followed it. I wanted to see if anything terrible had happened. I thought it might have been that murderer striking again.
mist IN MY PANTS… wait, that doesnt make any sense WHY? WHO ARE THEESE PEOPLE DANCING IN MY HEAD RAPPING ABOUT STAR WARS!!!?!??!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
mist is this fucking fucking night in the mist. you and me, and the mist. in a park, in New York, with a dog. Me and you, in the mist, in central park and nothing else is important, in the mist. Just our eyes, our smell, the cold, in the park.
Like that girl from pokemon. Misty. Yeah that’s right. I’m a child of the 90’s. Wasn’t there also a horror movie about mist? Maybe that was fog, who knows?!
the mist hit my windshield as i played with my wipers to try and get a clear view on the road
iggy pop sang the passenger and i looked over at you
trying to focus on the road but so distracted by you beside me
trying to get a clearer view on my life
We sat in the dark field, mist swirling around us in vague circles. It was beautiful in the way it sheltered us from view. Keeping our love a secret from the bustling world..
I woke up this morning and the mountains were so bright and beautiful, the early sunrise was quite different than yesterday. Yesterday I couldn’t even see the mountains there were so many low hanging clouds. Today made me optimistic, but I’m not so sure it’s going to work out that way.
It’s the enchanting form of fog, something in which you feel you are surrounded by, but in a peaceful sense. It isn’t harsh, but rather it’s welcoming. While mist may seem strange, it’s actually quite welcoming.
Th
Within the mist I wait. breath. The unknown surrounding me like a final breath before it rises and fill the empty space prepared for the dead in the sky. I wait. I wonder. I wish. I wish for the screaming storm inside of me to create more noise. Because although it is screaming silent. In all its rage it makes no noise.
it’s strange how some things seem to fade away in the mist, while others are so much more visible. like all of a sudden the horizon seems more distant, like it should. but everything is monochromatic and all is quiet.
It was startling, at first. Valas and Ged had no idea where they were. And then there was nothing. Nothing at all. ‘So, this is what the Mysts are like.’ Valas finally managed to get out. ‘Yes,’ replied Ged. ‘Yes, it is.’
The mist was rising low in the valley. It was one of those days where sleep lingers and waking early is not an option. I heard a small still voice singing. It spurred me to move out of the room.
The mist lay heavy on the ground shrouding a piece of white cloth in the swamp. A white hand clinged to the last memories of it’s excistens, the black sword shrouding even the mist.
I miss the spring time. When the mist would rise from the ground and create a wet, dampness affect to the town. It would set a mood, to everyone alive that day. Not happy, but not sad.
Just a mellow day. A day to stay inside and watch movies.
the mist clears and there he is
open eyed and willing
ready for anything you can throw at him
prepared for the first time
for the worst
for everything you will say to him
and everything he will try to get you to take back
Her fingers thread through her hair as she stood in the mist surrounding her home. Home. Her childhood home. And yet, it looked nothing like what she had come to expect from a home. Broken, damaged, abused. She was almost embarrassed to call it a home at all anymore. Now it was nothing more than a house, and an ugly one at that. Yet through the mist surrounding it, she could almost fool herself into thinking that it still held the smallest bit of beauty.
The mist of the summer air floated past me as i ran through the forest desperately running from the one thing that was stopping me from from moving forward, my future.
The mist was rolling in across the lake. Sounds from across the water grew muffled, and then silent. Had the fishermen gone home? Did the laketop cloud cover their chatter? Or were they too silenced by the awesome serenity of the afternoon?
Thick, dark, fog. Night. Stars. Cold. Noise? Sex? No, not tonight., No clothes are removed, but my soul forever changed. Relived God looked after me. But the cold, it never left my bones.
Mist is mysterious. It is water. Mist hangs close to the ground, and covers the world in a warm blanket. Mist is a hazard while driving. Mist impacts everything. Mist changes your feeling. Mist brings you down outside, but it makes you feel better as you shower. Mist is but water vapor, but like all water, it has a massive impact.
So ein Mist. Schon wieder einer. Dabei hab ich jetzt geglaubt, ich hätte schon alle an die Luft gesetzt. Ich weiß gar nicht, wo die alle herkommen. Ja, ist schon gut, ich geb’s ja zu – besonders sauber ist es hier nicht.
She rubbed her eyes and watched as the river ran swiftly through the mist. It wasn’t normal for such a warm day to be so… groggy. She looked at the figures below. Her heart sank.
outside today it is misting. strange how the weather changes so quickly one day hot and heck and today cold and gloomy with a chance of more rain for the rest of the week. Ihope you get more rain before the end of the summer.
I missed the mist covering the grass
When I woke in the morning to things so crass
So sharp and subtle.
misty eyed and happy, I watched as my youngest daughter took her first step. Her hair was red, much like her father’s had been.
I see you through the mist, smiling slightly as you walk towards me holding the single possession I hold most dear. It is kept in a small velvet sack you dangle from your fingers. I take it gently, giving you the small smile I use for thanks. I open the sack and mist flies from it, thickening the walls between us and drowning me in fog.
i refuse to write again on mist. i did it once already. poetry comes only once, if it comes at all.
It was hazy in the morning. The mist in the glade made me glad I was alive. Hovering lightly over my child, I felt the earth soak me in one slip at a time. I loved it more than I love you.
Darkness came as the mist grew thicker. Deepening its dew dripping mass, drawing in the frightened dogs of war who sought repose in the open field.
It swirled around in dusty rivulets. Cloying and dam it clung to the gauze skirt of the dancer, her muscles trembling with the effort to stay still. Holding on to the impossible while balancing on almost nothing.
As i ran through the cloudy mist, i heard the scream of terror. I had no idea who it was. But i followed it. I wanted to see if anything terrible had happened. I thought it might have been that murderer striking again.
mist IN MY PANTS… wait, that doesnt make any sense WHY? WHO ARE THEESE PEOPLE DANCING IN MY HEAD RAPPING ABOUT STAR WARS!!!?!??!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
mist is this fucking fucking night in the mist. you and me, and the mist. in a park, in New York, with a dog. Me and you, in the mist, in central park and nothing else is important, in the mist. Just our eyes, our smell, the cold, in the park.
Like that girl from pokemon. Misty. Yeah that’s right. I’m a child of the 90’s. Wasn’t there also a horror movie about mist? Maybe that was fog, who knows?!
the mist hit my windshield as i played with my wipers to try and get a clear view on the road
iggy pop sang the passenger and i looked over at you
trying to focus on the road but so distracted by you beside me
trying to get a clearer view on my life
We sat in the dark field, mist swirling around us in vague circles. It was beautiful in the way it sheltered us from view. Keeping our love a secret from the bustling world..
Grey days that shape the life that you lead. I can’t help but love days like this
I woke up this morning and the mountains were so bright and beautiful, the early sunrise was quite different than yesterday. Yesterday I couldn’t even see the mountains there were so many low hanging clouds. Today made me optimistic, but I’m not so sure it’s going to work out that way.
It’s the enchanting form of fog, something in which you feel you are surrounded by, but in a peaceful sense. It isn’t harsh, but rather it’s welcoming. While mist may seem strange, it’s actually quite welcoming.
Th
I was just there but I couldn’t find you in that cursed mist. it was dark.Really dark.. I’m sorry
emptiness…a place to get lost.i don’t like it,it’s sorrowful.there’s somebody hiding in there,it can be dangerous,car crashes,footsteps echo
it rose higher and higher, as mist does. Floating above the crowd and blocking out the little light left in the sky.
Within the mist I wait. breath. The unknown surrounding me like a final breath before it rises and fill the empty space prepared for the dead in the sky. I wait. I wonder. I wish. I wish for the screaming storm inside of me to create more noise. Because although it is screaming silent. In all its rage it makes no noise.
it’s strange how some things seem to fade away in the mist, while others are so much more visible. like all of a sudden the horizon seems more distant, like it should. but everything is monochromatic and all is quiet.
Water mists from the rip in the garden hose. Lia would call it “watering the mice.”
Beautiful, with a smell of it’s own. You can get lost in it. It wraps itself around you like a blanket and can be comforting or smothering.
It was startling, at first. Valas and Ged had no idea where they were. And then there was nothing. Nothing at all. ‘So, this is what the Mysts are like.’ Valas finally managed to get out. ‘Yes,’ replied Ged. ‘Yes, it is.’
my thoughts are unclear, thoughts of you like a mist, a fog clouding my mind. i see you everywhere, in everything. you’ve completely consumed me.
The mist was rising low in the valley. It was one of those days where sleep lingers and waking early is not an option. I heard a small still voice singing. It spurred me to move out of the room.
Mist makes the world seem like a dream, an infinite reality shrouded in the haze of memories soon forgotten.
The mist lay heavy on the ground shrouding a piece of white cloth in the swamp. A white hand clinged to the last memories of it’s excistens, the black sword shrouding even the mist.
I miss the spring time. When the mist would rise from the ground and create a wet, dampness affect to the town. It would set a mood, to everyone alive that day. Not happy, but not sad.
Just a mellow day. A day to stay inside and watch movies.
the mist clears and there he is
open eyed and willing
ready for anything you can throw at him
prepared for the first time
for the worst
for everything you will say to him
and everything he will try to get you to take back
Her fingers thread through her hair as she stood in the mist surrounding her home. Home. Her childhood home. And yet, it looked nothing like what she had come to expect from a home. Broken, damaged, abused. She was almost embarrassed to call it a home at all anymore. Now it was nothing more than a house, and an ugly one at that. Yet through the mist surrounding it, she could almost fool herself into thinking that it still held the smallest bit of beauty.
Almost.
Boy: I mist you.
Father: No you missed me.
Boy: No, I mist you Dad, I peed in your car.
Father: Oh, “misted” me. Nice.
The mist of the summer air floated past me as i ran through the forest desperately running from the one thing that was stopping me from from moving forward, my future.
The mist was rolling in across the lake. Sounds from across the water grew muffled, and then silent. Had the fishermen gone home? Did the laketop cloud cover their chatter? Or were they too silenced by the awesome serenity of the afternoon?
Thick, dark, fog. Night. Stars. Cold. Noise? Sex? No, not tonight., No clothes are removed, but my soul forever changed. Relived God looked after me. But the cold, it never left my bones.
Mist is mysterious. It is water. Mist hangs close to the ground, and covers the world in a warm blanket. Mist is a hazard while driving. Mist impacts everything. Mist changes your feeling. Mist brings you down outside, but it makes you feel better as you shower. Mist is but water vapor, but like all water, it has a massive impact.
So ein Mist. Schon wieder einer. Dabei hab ich jetzt geglaubt, ich hätte schon alle an die Luft gesetzt. Ich weiß gar nicht, wo die alle herkommen. Ja, ist schon gut, ich geb’s ja zu – besonders sauber ist es hier nicht.
She rubbed her eyes and watched as the river ran swiftly through the mist. It wasn’t normal for such a warm day to be so… groggy. She looked at the figures below. Her heart sank.
outside today it is misting. strange how the weather changes so quickly one day hot and heck and today cold and gloomy with a chance of more rain for the rest of the week. Ihope you get more rain before the end of the summer.
the mist shrouded the swamp like an opaque curtain covering a windowsill.