Insubstantial, drifting fog. Wet through to the skin. Ethereal wraith. Beautiful, quiet morning.
Noise dampener, where has the world gone?
Jo
Mist is beautiful. It makes me think of deserted roads, and me alone without even a book to read. Because i know the book would only be there because I’m afraid of totally being alone. I don’t know why, I just have to have something to take my mind off myself. See beyond my own desires and aspirations. They’re so petty. Mist isn’t petty. Mist is pretty. With an r. In the middle. if I were mist, would I still need a book, or would I be at peace just floating around enjoying my lack of corporeality?
Scheherazade
it does not allow you to see a lot. i love mist… the feeling of rain hanging in the air, especially when its cold. taking walks on misty mornings is one of the best ways to kill time for me and its rejuvinating. the feeling of freshness, the clean crisp air purifies your lungs
blah balh
the mist i think was a movie. Never saw it. Didn’t think weak percipatation was very scary of a movie. i hate the mist except those misters at six flags do those count as mist. because if they do i have mixed feelings
brandon hammond
Water particles dispersed though out the air. Condensation of water.
Robbie
Sunday morning mist is a beautiful thing. From childhood memories to college tendencies, it’s still a beautiful thing to remember, waking up to a country breakfast or waking up to a morning after hangover.
Charles Morrison
foggy ambiguous mysterious grey darkness smokey heavy air
Anonymous
misty foggy morning mountain pass interstate windshield wipers on heavy, full, beating. Mist thin, wet, cold mornings walking in the park hoodie sweater moist with dewy glistening beads. Mist raspberry smoke backstage in high school drama, red heavy curtains bright lights, fleeting heart applause
Henry Kirby
mist is a cool breeze that manifests itself around your body making cooling sensations just embide your soul creating an energy of free sensibility that flourishes amongst the world creating an amazing feeling of freedom and it also shares a new feeling of euphoria.
mcgroary@rider.edu
thrghyujhgiyuhjgljhdgjk
Anonymous
The fog from her breath could be described as mist. The mist was wet and a lot like the clouds. Thats it they are the clouds that are on the ground. It is a wet mist that is there in the morning.
Emma Robinson
to be beautifully radiating in the morning mist of a spring day. it takes in all the energy around us to produce such a beautiful thing. everyone stops to feel the cool moistness against their face, it truly does bring happiness
johanna
I like mist. I think it’s beautiful. I love pictures of mountains and forests covered in a thin veil of mist. I love misty mornings. I love the ethereal feel it gives to the landscape. It’s gorgeous. I love winter mornings. I love the coldness that comes with mist and fog. I
Chloe
I sat on the edge of infinity, staring out into the void that was before me, wondering, of all things, where all the mist was coming from. It dawned on me that, despite the impossibilities of it all, the mist was coming from me.
Nateasaurus
Mist is condisenation.
Anonymous
mist is what gets caufght in my hair when isaac sprays me with the bubbler. mist is what you spray on plants…i think? misty can be a chick’s name but i reckon its commonly used for pets like cats.
hiltz
the mist was heavy as the storm grew closer. I was thinking “isn’t this the best day for this stupid storm to show up” I was sitting in my balcony, wearing my jersey and big oversized finger. all set to go to the game, but nowhere to go because of the stupid storm that was headed for the coast.
Hassaan
this is a word like all other words that describe the watery depths of aqua sensations. It is like a fog on a cool morning, the watery magical droplets that cascade from the shower head first thing when you wake up. It rhymes with fist…but I’m sure you already knew that.
Remy Cox
misty from pokemon adventures was a girl who was ash ketchums bffl. she always carried around togepri. the ugliest pokemon of them all. it was a freaking egg. anyways. mist is wet. and sometimes gross. cause i associate it with when i get sick. i needa mistify my nose and stuff. iono what you call it. MIST MSIT BLAH HOOHA
Isabelle Yi
wet. rain. before rain. shower. steam. lightly coats your face. clean. smells like rain. less wetness. more moisture. ocean breeze. ocean mist. sailboats. seagulls.
e
Mist gives off a very ominous sort of feeling. It’s very foggy. It’s sort of a gas and a liquid. When I think of mist I think of a spritz of something like maybe a mist of perfume.
Imanie Elbanna
MIST MIST MIST
Anonymous
The mist fell over the cool ground late that night. it was early august, and the leaves had just begun to turn for fall. She could feel the change coming. She just had never expected it to be this soon. The rush of a quick breeze fell over her. He should be hear soon,” she though quietly to herself
Emilee
The mist curled around the two of them, slowly. They sat on the pier, dawn still a while away. “I don’t wanna go,” he said. “I understand. I want to stay here, with you.” They held hands and stared at the sky as the sun slowly rose and burned away the mist.
Jesse
I walked down the lane,
With a canopy of trees surrounding me.
The mist so thick,
That ahead I couldn’t see.
Flat I went,
when I tripped on the root.
And fell on my face,
In a spot where things were gross.
Sowmiya
mist
Anonymous
cloudy, sheer…..or a hot day with a mister. the game i played in jr high. clues, scared……misty waters…..
krystal
san francisco fog early morning rows chills running through forrest seatle unknown deer
Anonymous
misty mountain tops of the soul, peaking out from beneath the clouds of my own life, the dusks of infinite lives, jutting into the ethereal air
there are misty mountains in my brain, they jut to you, the reach from the flesh of the cloud and my eyes, and they see deep into your ruby lips, and your emerald eyes
Seth
she emerged from the mist. aw hell, lets not be romantic here. i miss mist. its true. i had it everyday growing up. messing up my hair and ruining my perfectly planned outfit in high school. now? nada. nothin but sun. it was good to see some clouds today, for once. lit of my life. hows there for an oxymoron
siz
The mis was a really bad movie but a really good book and honestly that’s the first thing that comes to mind when I see the word. I remember reading the book and it talking about a straight edge being a human invention as it’s not something naturally found in nature.
Stephanie L.
rainforst shower heat summer cool breeze
sadasd
The mist was thick, the disposition cloudy. whomever does choose to cross this bridge now will be at it’s mercy. forever lost in indecision
WPPK
in the morning it’s so light and cool. It feels great on your skin and gives you the feeling of freshness and re-birth. It’s such a refreshing feeling. The light is dim and the air is silent.
Michael
it was misting today at my xollege and i absolutely hated it.
I mean, it’s not rain.
it;s mist.
it was very annoying to be experiencing something so in-between.
LAME.
MIST/
melinda markel
when i think about mist i think about a cool and gloomy morning one that might have a gentle breeze… i think about rain and its smell that lingers long after it has stopped… it’s pleasant and calming…
celena
mist grew in the distance, forming a beautiful wave of unknown nothingness. but who is to say nothing lies below that mist? it grows in front of us and stretches behind our memories, but we go forth and backward just the same.
cathy
mist is feeling gloom we have lost our way far from home another day passes in a desperate search for self, ideas permeate the glowing mental fertile
WPPK
I peered through the mist and out into forest, trying to seek him out.
“Jamie? Are you there?” I called out softly. My voice carried through the trees with an eerie echo, and chills ran up my spine.
Rhane Yarbrough
here I am writing the word mist again… this is gay thought the little boy as his stomach growled.
Insubstantial, drifting fog. Wet through to the skin. Ethereal wraith. Beautiful, quiet morning.
Noise dampener, where has the world gone?
Mist is beautiful. It makes me think of deserted roads, and me alone without even a book to read. Because i know the book would only be there because I’m afraid of totally being alone. I don’t know why, I just have to have something to take my mind off myself. See beyond my own desires and aspirations. They’re so petty. Mist isn’t petty. Mist is pretty. With an r. In the middle. if I were mist, would I still need a book, or would I be at peace just floating around enjoying my lack of corporeality?
it does not allow you to see a lot. i love mist… the feeling of rain hanging in the air, especially when its cold. taking walks on misty mornings is one of the best ways to kill time for me and its rejuvinating. the feeling of freshness, the clean crisp air purifies your lungs
the mist i think was a movie. Never saw it. Didn’t think weak percipatation was very scary of a movie. i hate the mist except those misters at six flags do those count as mist. because if they do i have mixed feelings
Water particles dispersed though out the air. Condensation of water.
Sunday morning mist is a beautiful thing. From childhood memories to college tendencies, it’s still a beautiful thing to remember, waking up to a country breakfast or waking up to a morning after hangover.
foggy ambiguous mysterious grey darkness smokey heavy air
misty foggy morning mountain pass interstate windshield wipers on heavy, full, beating. Mist thin, wet, cold mornings walking in the park hoodie sweater moist with dewy glistening beads. Mist raspberry smoke backstage in high school drama, red heavy curtains bright lights, fleeting heart applause
mist is a cool breeze that manifests itself around your body making cooling sensations just embide your soul creating an energy of free sensibility that flourishes amongst the world creating an amazing feeling of freedom and it also shares a new feeling of euphoria.
thrghyujhgiyuhjgljhdgjk
The fog from her breath could be described as mist. The mist was wet and a lot like the clouds. Thats it they are the clouds that are on the ground. It is a wet mist that is there in the morning.
to be beautifully radiating in the morning mist of a spring day. it takes in all the energy around us to produce such a beautiful thing. everyone stops to feel the cool moistness against their face, it truly does bring happiness
I like mist. I think it’s beautiful. I love pictures of mountains and forests covered in a thin veil of mist. I love misty mornings. I love the ethereal feel it gives to the landscape. It’s gorgeous. I love winter mornings. I love the coldness that comes with mist and fog. I
I sat on the edge of infinity, staring out into the void that was before me, wondering, of all things, where all the mist was coming from. It dawned on me that, despite the impossibilities of it all, the mist was coming from me.
Mist is condisenation.
mist is what gets caufght in my hair when isaac sprays me with the bubbler. mist is what you spray on plants…i think? misty can be a chick’s name but i reckon its commonly used for pets like cats.
the mist was heavy as the storm grew closer. I was thinking “isn’t this the best day for this stupid storm to show up” I was sitting in my balcony, wearing my jersey and big oversized finger. all set to go to the game, but nowhere to go because of the stupid storm that was headed for the coast.
this is a word like all other words that describe the watery depths of aqua sensations. It is like a fog on a cool morning, the watery magical droplets that cascade from the shower head first thing when you wake up. It rhymes with fist…but I’m sure you already knew that.
misty from pokemon adventures was a girl who was ash ketchums bffl. she always carried around togepri. the ugliest pokemon of them all. it was a freaking egg. anyways. mist is wet. and sometimes gross. cause i associate it with when i get sick. i needa mistify my nose and stuff. iono what you call it. MIST MSIT BLAH HOOHA
wet. rain. before rain. shower. steam. lightly coats your face. clean. smells like rain. less wetness. more moisture. ocean breeze. ocean mist. sailboats. seagulls.
Mist gives off a very ominous sort of feeling. It’s very foggy. It’s sort of a gas and a liquid. When I think of mist I think of a spritz of something like maybe a mist of perfume.
MIST MIST MIST
The mist fell over the cool ground late that night. it was early august, and the leaves had just begun to turn for fall. She could feel the change coming. She just had never expected it to be this soon. The rush of a quick breeze fell over her. He should be hear soon,” she though quietly to herself
The mist curled around the two of them, slowly. They sat on the pier, dawn still a while away. “I don’t wanna go,” he said. “I understand. I want to stay here, with you.” They held hands and stared at the sky as the sun slowly rose and burned away the mist.
I walked down the lane,
With a canopy of trees surrounding me.
The mist so thick,
That ahead I couldn’t see.
Flat I went,
when I tripped on the root.
And fell on my face,
In a spot where things were gross.
mist
cloudy, sheer…..or a hot day with a mister. the game i played in jr high. clues, scared……misty waters…..
san francisco fog early morning rows chills running through forrest seatle unknown deer
misty mountain tops of the soul, peaking out from beneath the clouds of my own life, the dusks of infinite lives, jutting into the ethereal air
there are misty mountains in my brain, they jut to you, the reach from the flesh of the cloud and my eyes, and they see deep into your ruby lips, and your emerald eyes
she emerged from the mist. aw hell, lets not be romantic here. i miss mist. its true. i had it everyday growing up. messing up my hair and ruining my perfectly planned outfit in high school. now? nada. nothin but sun. it was good to see some clouds today, for once. lit of my life. hows there for an oxymoron
The mis was a really bad movie but a really good book and honestly that’s the first thing that comes to mind when I see the word. I remember reading the book and it talking about a straight edge being a human invention as it’s not something naturally found in nature.
rainforst shower heat summer cool breeze
The mist was thick, the disposition cloudy. whomever does choose to cross this bridge now will be at it’s mercy. forever lost in indecision
in the morning it’s so light and cool. It feels great on your skin and gives you the feeling of freshness and re-birth. It’s such a refreshing feeling. The light is dim and the air is silent.
it was misting today at my xollege and i absolutely hated it.
I mean, it’s not rain.
it;s mist.
it was very annoying to be experiencing something so in-between.
LAME.
MIST/
when i think about mist i think about a cool and gloomy morning one that might have a gentle breeze… i think about rain and its smell that lingers long after it has stopped… it’s pleasant and calming…
mist grew in the distance, forming a beautiful wave of unknown nothingness. but who is to say nothing lies below that mist? it grows in front of us and stretches behind our memories, but we go forth and backward just the same.
mist is feeling gloom we have lost our way far from home another day passes in a desperate search for self, ideas permeate the glowing mental fertile
I peered through the mist and out into forest, trying to seek him out.
“Jamie? Are you there?” I called out softly. My voice carried through the trees with an eerie echo, and chills ran up my spine.
here I am writing the word mist again… this is gay thought the little boy as his stomach growled.