The veil of mist swirled around me, blurring my vision. As I looked through the trees I saw shadows everywhere. Where is he? Who is he? What is he planning to do? Fear floods through me and I break into a run, maybe I can make it to the house before he catches me.
Peaceable
in the heavy mist I was walking, panting from the tiredness of having ran too many miles.
Jurisky
The heavy mist falls upon my mind. Making me search for thoughts and hopes. i can not follow my friend Imagination into this damn mist
Sam C
you asked me what kind of precipitation i wanted to be. i answered mist. i want to be something that you can’t see through. something that makes you want to stop, in your car, on the side of the road. i want to be something that makes you appreciate the silence.
jezebel
the mist is everywhere, engrossing the acre of land we had. I looked out form my deck and i could feel nothing but the fear and uncertainty that comes with the sight. My dog followed close behind, seeming to sense that something was not right.
steve
Through the early morning mist, rising off the water, it was hard to see the boats coming in.
there’s a mist of blood
hanging ’round my head
telling me to give in more
that what I should instead
if these calamities
keep dragging me down to the shore
I’m not sure
if this is what I want to live for
with a mist of blood
hanging ’round my head
I was on a boat and noticed a waterfall that I was approaching. The mist from the falls soaked everything, but it was beautiful.
dan
why mist what possible reason could this be for and why mist im not to sure what else to say since this is such a boring topic the mist movie was pretty good though.
,w
in the mist there was something starring. i didnt see it but felt it.
donna
I feel like sometimes I just need to stand out in the rain and let the feeling of being part of a bigger world take me away to a place i knew when i was younger and more naive.
Rachelle
wet, soft, kissing my skin like the man i used to remember. He used to take her out in the mist, hold her tight to him and let the mist hide them from the rest of the world. Now she was alone and it served to remind her of him.
Sam Ryan
The mists that cover my mind, when will they clear and let me see what is what??!
there was mist last night while i was out
over the night it became heavier and heavier until
mike
fucking mist
light rain that just keeps coming and becomes increasingly annoying
its fine until you realize you are soaked
mike
light rain
it was misting rain last night while i was out with my friends at the park drinking and smoking a blunt
it got rather annoying
mike
cold, damp, mysterious, dangerous, uncomfortable. that’s how i felt that night. the night the mist seemed to envelope me and everything around me. the moon was out, yet it was impossible to see anything.
courney
the mist was high above, it was a naturall mistic blowing through the air of bob marly’s room. he was finishing his joint when his bu
romejer
The mist from the waterfall eventually covered all of us. It was perfect.
John
I see you. I can feel you all around me. No words can describe this feeling I’m feeling. A rush of mist surrounds me. I love you. That’s all I can say about you.
Emily
I was talking along the mists. I breathed in the air around me. Engulfing the sweet musk, I turned and saw a waterfall. Swarms of colour surrounded me. Leaving me empty. No words.
Emily
through the mist, i strain to see what’s in front of me. there’s no turning back now, not that i’d want to go back to that place anyway. i find its best to think of my reward. as long as i keep that in mind, i will have no trouble finding my way through the the fog of the future.
I hear when you come. Door is open for you, but I can´t come near you, because it´s spring and everything. But luckily we can take that Cadillac and say forever for each other. This is mist, but so what? Mist is beautiful!
Milka Äijälä
it’s like water, only in the air. it’s a fallen cloud. it’s cold and is only found in summer or spring mornings. it makes pictures look beautiful, or mystical.
Katie
It was too misty to see his face. I squinted against the grey, trying to get a better look. It fought me, clouded my eyes with long fingers that were cold against my skin.
the mist was grey. unmistakably grey. i couldn’t see a thing and so i just stood there. maybe i was waiting for something to clear it or for something to grab me and pull me into the infinity of the gray. i awaited the feeling of lightness that would perhaps accompany, if i was lucky enough, that pull into that unmistakably grey mist.
Jasmine Mariani
The mist hung over the mountaintop, making the peak invisible. I was climbing this morning to the top as part of my camping trip. I don’t normally like being outside, but this is fun, since I’m alone and enjoying the weather. I hope the mist clears up before I get to the top!
The mis is so thick I can’t see past my nose. There’s no wonder I lose control of the car. There’s no wonder I hit that person. THere’s no wonder, no wonder at all.
Nia
Ah yes, gorillas in the mist. They look at you, and you almost think they are human. Too bad they’re huge and black and covered in hair. And too bad they smell like rotten cabbage and ammonia.
Daniel
The mist crept over the valley, slow and sinister like a tiger stalking prey. It bloomed outwards first, whisps fingering forward to rake claws across the tall blades of grass.
poprika
Misty like summer heat after a rain. Her eyes scanned the field. Searching. through that mist she saw only students milling about. But she did not feel alone. Just curious. It was not a lonely mist.
Through the window I saw the mist falling from the sky. “What a stupid rainy day,” my friend said. He was mad because he wanted to play baseball. But baseball is dumb.
The veil of mist swirled around me, blurring my vision. As I looked through the trees I saw shadows everywhere. Where is he? Who is he? What is he planning to do? Fear floods through me and I break into a run, maybe I can make it to the house before he catches me.
in the heavy mist I was walking, panting from the tiredness of having ran too many miles.
The heavy mist falls upon my mind. Making me search for thoughts and hopes. i can not follow my friend Imagination into this damn mist
you asked me what kind of precipitation i wanted to be. i answered mist. i want to be something that you can’t see through. something that makes you want to stop, in your car, on the side of the road. i want to be something that makes you appreciate the silence.
the mist is everywhere, engrossing the acre of land we had. I looked out form my deck and i could feel nothing but the fear and uncertainty that comes with the sight. My dog followed close behind, seeming to sense that something was not right.
Through the early morning mist, rising off the water, it was hard to see the boats coming in.
there’s a mist of blood
hanging ’round my head
telling me to give in more
that what I should instead
if these calamities
keep dragging me down to the shore
I’m not sure
if this is what I want to live for
with a mist of blood
hanging ’round my head
it s still mist, i mean really. is that all there is. i want a new word. its not fun doing the same word over and over.
I was on a boat and noticed a waterfall that I was approaching. The mist from the falls soaked everything, but it was beautiful.
why mist what possible reason could this be for and why mist im not to sure what else to say since this is such a boring topic the mist movie was pretty good though.
in the mist there was something starring. i didnt see it but felt it.
I feel like sometimes I just need to stand out in the rain and let the feeling of being part of a bigger world take me away to a place i knew when i was younger and more naive.
wet, soft, kissing my skin like the man i used to remember. He used to take her out in the mist, hold her tight to him and let the mist hide them from the rest of the world. Now she was alone and it served to remind her of him.
The mists that cover my mind, when will they clear and let me see what is what??!
there was mist last night while i was out
over the night it became heavier and heavier until
fucking mist
light rain that just keeps coming and becomes increasingly annoying
its fine until you realize you are soaked
light rain
it was misting rain last night while i was out with my friends at the park drinking and smoking a blunt
it got rather annoying
cold, damp, mysterious, dangerous, uncomfortable. that’s how i felt that night. the night the mist seemed to envelope me and everything around me. the moon was out, yet it was impossible to see anything.
the mist was high above, it was a naturall mistic blowing through the air of bob marly’s room. he was finishing his joint when his bu
The mist from the waterfall eventually covered all of us. It was perfect.
I see you. I can feel you all around me. No words can describe this feeling I’m feeling. A rush of mist surrounds me. I love you. That’s all I can say about you.
I was talking along the mists. I breathed in the air around me. Engulfing the sweet musk, I turned and saw a waterfall. Swarms of colour surrounded me. Leaving me empty. No words.
through the mist, i strain to see what’s in front of me. there’s no turning back now, not that i’d want to go back to that place anyway. i find its best to think of my reward. as long as i keep that in mind, i will have no trouble finding my way through the the fog of the future.
What a beautiful phenomenon to wake up to.
I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know why it’s there, but the mist that made it hard to see were the tears that my heart shed.
I hear when you come. Door is open for you, but I can´t come near you, because it´s spring and everything. But luckily we can take that Cadillac and say forever for each other. This is mist, but so what? Mist is beautiful!
it’s like water, only in the air. it’s a fallen cloud. it’s cold and is only found in summer or spring mornings. it makes pictures look beautiful, or mystical.
It was too misty to see his face. I squinted against the grey, trying to get a better look. It fought me, clouded my eyes with long fingers that were cold against my skin.
the mist was grey. unmistakably grey. i couldn’t see a thing and so i just stood there. maybe i was waiting for something to clear it or for something to grab me and pull me into the infinity of the gray. i awaited the feeling of lightness that would perhaps accompany, if i was lucky enough, that pull into that unmistakably grey mist.
The mist hung over the mountaintop, making the peak invisible. I was climbing this morning to the top as part of my camping trip. I don’t normally like being outside, but this is fun, since I’m alone and enjoying the weather. I hope the mist clears up before I get to the top!
The mis is so thick I can’t see past my nose. There’s no wonder I lose control of the car. There’s no wonder I hit that person. THere’s no wonder, no wonder at all.
Ah yes, gorillas in the mist. They look at you, and you almost think they are human. Too bad they’re huge and black and covered in hair. And too bad they smell like rotten cabbage and ammonia.
The mist crept over the valley, slow and sinister like a tiger stalking prey. It bloomed outwards first, whisps fingering forward to rake claws across the tall blades of grass.
Misty like summer heat after a rain. Her eyes scanned the field. Searching. through that mist she saw only students milling about. But she did not feel alone. Just curious. It was not a lonely mist.
Through the window I saw the mist falling from the sky. “What a stupid rainy day,” my friend said. He was mad because he wanted to play baseball. But baseball is dumb.
Walking through the corridors of my mind, I cringe at the deafening silence. Beyond the mist there lies tomorrow. Do I dare to look?