it was a cool damp morning in the change of seasons with a little boy who didnt know anything except he was cold and hungry
sean
i see it often, in the morning. it hides all fear and hope, and gives birth to steadfastness, and i love it. it wipes emotion and breeds strength. mist-
ben
the word mist reminds me of twilight. all of the rain in portland oregon seems to be a mist. i spent half of this time backspacing… what a waste of life this is. mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist. mist mist mist.
Emma
WINTER
yoso
the mist seemed to engulf me in the early morn hours. It’s wet caress calmed me down to relax enough one more time. breathe in, breathe out, I told myself
nancythenotetaker
rain fog dew. so nice on my face. lovely and soft. like a shower but better, morning on grass. so pretty. gentle. trickely and nice.
Amanda
i have a paper that i should be writing about instead of mist. However, it would appear that, upon a fortunate Stumble, I am caught up in writing about mist. So, what should I say? nothing- as i’m out of time and need to get back to work :P
Lyman
New York has gained a certain mist lately. I have been wondering what fall in the city would be like, so I guess this is my answer. I have a winter and fall of mist and wind to look forward to. I like it, though. It’s exactly what you would expect from NYC this time of year.
Courtney Beam/courtneybeam@gmail.com
mist is less than rain it has smaller particles an can be so refreshing forexample on a hot day running through a mist spray can be so cooling and refreshing I think it is why pepsi decided to call their new lemon lime beverage sierra mist because it just souds so refreshing and cooling
Brad
i see your face through the mist and wonder if you can ever accept and truly love me
hannah
Out of the mist came the noise. I stopped, a shiver running up my spine. I took a step forward thinking that maybe i could out run it? No. That was a foolish thought. It was coming. And it would get me.
Ali
rain
Anonymous
The mist is ever falling in the way. I can’t see through it. I wish the mist would lift. It clouds my vision of life. How could this be? Is the mist good or bad? When will it end?
Megan
so the seasons of mist keep rolling past us and nobody every considers that one day they might even forget their current thoughts/situations and all the tiny little shit we fret/worry about and shit ourselves silly will NEVER MATTER.
toast to lost friends
absent loves.
and remember to pay the devil his due.
but in truth he will take it whether you give it or not.
j.d. tielke
the mist in the clearing showed me the most beautiful thing i had ever laid eyes upon. it was a sandwich with love. Not just any love. True love. I had finally found the one motherly lunch to rule them all. i would now be known as the Lord of the Cafeteria.
pargat Singh
Mist rolling over the hills of spain coating the world with a frothy glow. Dancing like the stay puft marshmallow man in ghostbusters. Oh yeah. A1 Steaksauce, it’s that important.
BeefHarbor
mist goes over the mountain. I like to see mist. Mist is the vapors of water. Mist is fucking righteous.
Anonymous
mist is niotgibg but a
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on the early morning walk on the beach the mist cleared and I saw an amazing sunrise. Was this a new beginning? The sun shone brightly as the mist dispersed. The fog of my mind cleared. Yes indeed, this was a new beginning, as each day is. The mist of today gone forever……..
zas
Lighting up the last cigarette in his pack, Seymour continued tying his coat while the flame wand dangled out of his mouth. He stepped out into the mist of the city and headed North. As he listened to the echo of his steps on the concrete,
jlh
The mist is cool on my face. I don’t know what’s ahead of me. But I’m excited about it…and a little scared.
Lisa
it was a misty morning sunshining and the earth shattering as the news set in that it would be the last of many mornings until we were able to see the sunshine sunshine. it’s mine. gravitate escalate up the downstaircase making ways making waves like curdling milk curd well i do
Merry
you move with the rain
following
like a breath
or
a breeze
in the desert
as if water took form
and time stood still
for you
Noah
the mist in the sky is amazing because i love foggy weather. when i think of mist, i think of sierra mist which makes me want to drink some soda even though soda is really unhealthy for me. i like diet coke, it’s my favorite type of soda.
Rebs
I can feel the waterfall linger throughout the air. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t here, it holds your presence even when you’re gone. I miss you. But this will always be my safe haven. The area that I feel most at peace with the world. You fill my voids even in your absence. You fulfill me.
Aleena
mystic river the mist one of the movies that trent likes
Anonymous
a water bog of air that could destroy the world if it chose to do so .. but i fear it will someday soon?Yes of course It will Ki…No Its found me my typing of this alerted it!
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The rain fell softly allowing a slight mist to fill the air. The moisture was almost enough to suffocate, but somehow we managed.
Noah
finely a word that I can write about
dave
touching softly in i-don’t-know where
but tonight is not a fog
something else entirely
remembering hawaii
and the tropical
everything non-native
yet fitting into place so well
mike c
mist the sea. the mist hits your face. misters at the zoo on a hot day. cools you down and the wind hits the droplets on your body. it is quiet refresher. it revitalizes you and i think of the mist from the sea and its salty and you lick your lips and taste the salt.
Christina
Gorrillas in the mist. Why are they there? Where would they rather be? Plants like mist, and gorrillas like plants, so I reckon this all makes sense.
Anonymous
Mist. All I can think about on a hot day.
perishable@gmail.com
Mist is an awesome phenomenon. A state of non-rain. It is only there to lightly freckle your skin with an almost unnoticable amount of precipitation. Awesome is the only word to describe it for thats what it is. Strangely awesome.
intravert
one time i was walking along a dark fucking path. it was covered in mist and i was unable to see. in the distance, light was penetrating thick fog in the shape of cones and illuminated a man headed in my direction. i died.
steve
climb
oppose the downpour
rise from the torrent
into the mist
jocassee
a tail and a paw, bloody and dripping, appeared before her face. they meant to do it. they meant to scare her. but before she could react to it, to the vileness that was these two limbs, the mist enveloped them again and she was alone.
wahoo
mist envelops anything around it. it makes things blurry. why does it do so? it wants to consume any thing and everything and just completely make things its own. mist is greedy and mist is kind. mist can be forgiving and can take away your problems. but mist can also make you lost and confused. where am i? where am i ? where am i in this whiteness?
bereccat
the misty mountians were gloomy, and you can hear the sound of the birds chirping.. I pulled myself up onto the ledge, and looked down…there was just a blanket of mist
it was a cool damp morning in the change of seasons with a little boy who didnt know anything except he was cold and hungry
i see it often, in the morning. it hides all fear and hope, and gives birth to steadfastness, and i love it. it wipes emotion and breeds strength. mist-
the word mist reminds me of twilight. all of the rain in portland oregon seems to be a mist. i spent half of this time backspacing… what a waste of life this is. mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist mist. mist mist mist.
WINTER
the mist seemed to engulf me in the early morn hours. It’s wet caress calmed me down to relax enough one more time. breathe in, breathe out, I told myself
rain fog dew. so nice on my face. lovely and soft. like a shower but better, morning on grass. so pretty. gentle. trickely and nice.
i have a paper that i should be writing about instead of mist. However, it would appear that, upon a fortunate Stumble, I am caught up in writing about mist. So, what should I say? nothing- as i’m out of time and need to get back to work :P
New York has gained a certain mist lately. I have been wondering what fall in the city would be like, so I guess this is my answer. I have a winter and fall of mist and wind to look forward to. I like it, though. It’s exactly what you would expect from NYC this time of year.
mist is less than rain it has smaller particles an can be so refreshing forexample on a hot day running through a mist spray can be so cooling and refreshing I think it is why pepsi decided to call their new lemon lime beverage sierra mist because it just souds so refreshing and cooling
i see your face through the mist and wonder if you can ever accept and truly love me
Out of the mist came the noise. I stopped, a shiver running up my spine. I took a step forward thinking that maybe i could out run it? No. That was a foolish thought. It was coming. And it would get me.
rain
The mist is ever falling in the way. I can’t see through it. I wish the mist would lift. It clouds my vision of life. How could this be? Is the mist good or bad? When will it end?
so the seasons of mist keep rolling past us and nobody every considers that one day they might even forget their current thoughts/situations and all the tiny little shit we fret/worry about and shit ourselves silly will NEVER MATTER.
toast to lost friends
absent loves.
and remember to pay the devil his due.
but in truth he will take it whether you give it or not.
the mist in the clearing showed me the most beautiful thing i had ever laid eyes upon. it was a sandwich with love. Not just any love. True love. I had finally found the one motherly lunch to rule them all. i would now be known as the Lord of the Cafeteria.
Mist rolling over the hills of spain coating the world with a frothy glow. Dancing like the stay puft marshmallow man in ghostbusters. Oh yeah. A1 Steaksauce, it’s that important.
mist goes over the mountain. I like to see mist. Mist is the vapors of water. Mist is fucking righteous.
mist is niotgibg but a
on the early morning walk on the beach the mist cleared and I saw an amazing sunrise. Was this a new beginning? The sun shone brightly as the mist dispersed. The fog of my mind cleared. Yes indeed, this was a new beginning, as each day is. The mist of today gone forever……..
Lighting up the last cigarette in his pack, Seymour continued tying his coat while the flame wand dangled out of his mouth. He stepped out into the mist of the city and headed North. As he listened to the echo of his steps on the concrete,
The mist is cool on my face. I don’t know what’s ahead of me. But I’m excited about it…and a little scared.
it was a misty morning sunshining and the earth shattering as the news set in that it would be the last of many mornings until we were able to see the sunshine sunshine. it’s mine. gravitate escalate up the downstaircase making ways making waves like curdling milk curd well i do
you move with the rain
following
like a breath
or
a breeze
in the desert
as if water took form
and time stood still
for you
the mist in the sky is amazing because i love foggy weather. when i think of mist, i think of sierra mist which makes me want to drink some soda even though soda is really unhealthy for me. i like diet coke, it’s my favorite type of soda.
I can feel the waterfall linger throughout the air. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t here, it holds your presence even when you’re gone. I miss you. But this will always be my safe haven. The area that I feel most at peace with the world. You fill my voids even in your absence. You fulfill me.
mystic river the mist one of the movies that trent likes
a water bog of air that could destroy the world if it chose to do so .. but i fear it will someday soon?Yes of course It will Ki…No Its found me my typing of this alerted it!
The rain fell softly allowing a slight mist to fill the air. The moisture was almost enough to suffocate, but somehow we managed.
finely a word that I can write about
touching softly in i-don’t-know where
but tonight is not a fog
something else entirely
remembering hawaii
and the tropical
everything non-native
yet fitting into place so well
mist the sea. the mist hits your face. misters at the zoo on a hot day. cools you down and the wind hits the droplets on your body. it is quiet refresher. it revitalizes you and i think of the mist from the sea and its salty and you lick your lips and taste the salt.
Gorrillas in the mist. Why are they there? Where would they rather be? Plants like mist, and gorrillas like plants, so I reckon this all makes sense.
Mist. All I can think about on a hot day.
Mist is an awesome phenomenon. A state of non-rain. It is only there to lightly freckle your skin with an almost unnoticable amount of precipitation. Awesome is the only word to describe it for thats what it is. Strangely awesome.
one time i was walking along a dark fucking path. it was covered in mist and i was unable to see. in the distance, light was penetrating thick fog in the shape of cones and illuminated a man headed in my direction. i died.
climb
oppose the downpour
rise from the torrent
into the mist
a tail and a paw, bloody and dripping, appeared before her face. they meant to do it. they meant to scare her. but before she could react to it, to the vileness that was these two limbs, the mist enveloped them again and she was alone.
mist envelops anything around it. it makes things blurry. why does it do so? it wants to consume any thing and everything and just completely make things its own. mist is greedy and mist is kind. mist can be forgiving and can take away your problems. but mist can also make you lost and confused. where am i? where am i ? where am i in this whiteness?
the misty mountians were gloomy, and you can hear the sound of the birds chirping.. I pulled myself up onto the ledge, and looked down…there was just a blanket of mist
mist