Gorills in the Mist Play fMisty for me i have not idea what im doing I mist the bus this AM lol This is realy weird
Anonymous
in the night. Off a river. The thames in Lechlade. Eery. The film (Stephen King). Best film ending ever, unbeatable. Blurs vision, hides things. Things that want to be hidden? Or things that are waiting to be found? Why would you want to be found? Are you lost? How did you get lost? Physically or emotionally lost?
Sophie
i love the mist in the mornings when it hangs on the cobwebs in autumn and makes each one stand o ut. i went for a walk one december around what was supposed to be a haunted lake and the mist just hung in the air and it looked so spooky but nothing haunted us except a couple of ducks swimming on a lake.
Anonymous
mist is something that prevents your thought from coming to place. it also distorts your vision slighty :P
Anyway i love mist, it rocks :) bababablalbaslejg
Julian Smith
Water falling in sheets that float. It settles on everything in a film, glossing the world in a sweet, slippery fabric. Run your hands and face through it, smile through the coolness. It’s morning and there are only a few minutes left of this before the heat of the day returns.
ciaoenrico
rainforset animals farthing wood waterfall lake river tropical t
:)
The mist was dark, and thick yet filtered around us as if made of impossible substance, enveloping us in a blanket of soft, fluffy, grey mist
Ally
the mist is completely saturating me and i feel it on my fingers, on my nose and the taste of it almost on my tongue. I want to feel comforted by it but it feels cold and aloof. I don’t know how to move from outside to inside the mist. or is it all around me and within my anyway.
aj5
green, fresh, clear, cool, moist, footprints on the sidewalk, silence, alive, nourishment,
Michelle
mist
Anonymous
the mist was chilly that morning. As the sun started to rise the mist gently evapourated to reveal the mountains in all there glory. Peaking high into the sky with white tops from the snow.
Alison
cold.i feel it cling to every hair on my arm. cold. hot. goosebumps. the sea.
mimi
heavy mist over the open field
i’m with my mom, it’s early morning and i’m barely awake, alive. it’s so beautiful i ache, mom understands. i close my eyes, no beauty no ache no understanding. this is the status quo, my home.
sunburst
Mist settled early. The dawn was moist and cool. The Sun tried hard but couldn’t break through the thick veil of the clouds. Mist, so much mist, you coudn’t see your own feet!
Harshey
Nothing is clear. My thought process now is dependant on clarity and precision, something unattainable through the constraints of the meaning of a word.
Callum
The foggy tendrils of mist swirled in front of the boat as she set her back t the sun and pointed westerly toward the main land. The worst part of the day she thought… turning my back to the glorious life enriching sun and trudge to the trudgery of work. deep sigh, the sea mist woudl be her breath.
bobo
something with no smell
Putri
Lightly gathered in the air, it touches every part of you as you wander down the street, towed by the too-long-cooped-up dog. A cool blanket that enfolds the details in a gray silence, a gentle blindness that makes you grateful again, because you know it’s all still there, but resting for awhile, out of sight.
Brian Slusher
gray and billowing cloudy soft cold clinging to the surface of water beneath bridges catching in the splits of branches and on the edges of leaves and slipping down one’s throat
slyth
The red mist coalesces, staining my thoughts a livid flush… Vivid, angry, wanting you.
Katie
mist is cool
bryan
The book about the mists where magic can be conjured in metal. I thought it was far fetched but enchanting. I hated Vin for some reason but I wanted her powers. It’s strange how we can love power and hate the powerful, even when they are not real. What is reality?
Darian
Mist is somethinhg that is foggy and something that you can not see through. It is beautiful and sometimes dark. Mist is all around you!
trinity
foggy
Shirley Apte
I was sitting outside smoking a joint and all of a sudden a mist came upon my face. I was not surprised for this had happened before whilst I was toking. Is it a coincidence that a sudden drizzle will come down every time I decide to light up a joint? I think not, my friends, I think not.
eric
pretty fog warm hazy waiting dark damp grey
Wesh
Love
Harry
WIND, EARTH, DUST, DIRT, BROWN COLOUR, CAR IN THE DARK, RAIN, ACCIDENTS….
CHRISTI
fog is in the air in scotland. eerie noises you hear, somebody is dead, missing.
lottie
over the sea, under the bridge, with the salmon leaping through the dim surface of the water. over the fields, filtering away slowly, revealing humps of grass, cows, rabbits. The sound is slow, missed, hidden, disguised. It misdirects.
Glen T
ilove the black shadows that hide in mist and the dampness that follows its trail mist has feet that creep and hold us in awe
carl
sometimes i think of mist as an expression of love. a genlte reminder that there is something else out there. a reason to keep going. apprecieate the little things in life and everything else will come easy.
ron treadway
Clinging to my face in the morning. Dripping from my back. Did I pass out in the hammock again? Damn martinis.
Matt
AS IT RAINS I FEEL THE MIST UPON MY FACE…WHAT GREAT FEELINGS THIS GIVES ME…LIKE WASHING MY FLAWS, WORRIES, HATE & EVERYTHING SO HATEFUL AND UNWANTED IN MY MIND. OH HOW I WISH THAT IT WOULD MIST UPON ME OFTEN, FOR THERE IS A WAR CONSTANTLY GOING ON IN MY MIND.
HERLIE
dark swirling mess, floating towards me, engulfing me, chocking me. i cant see out. i wont be free! Traped.
a hand reaches out, parting a wave through the swirling mess, a figure of the mist.
Molly
clouds
rain
blue
leslie
ireland
grass
green
cool
refreshing
mint
gum
play misty for me
casablanca
joseph
africa
megan
there is a lot of mist in the area of oregon.
Anonymous
Red mist enveloped his vision. The rain beat on the windshield as he poured on the power to the big S4. The four wheel drive drive train bit into the rain soaked pavement.
He pounded the wheel and screamed again. Street lights winked off the deeply keyed paint work.
“LCB” cut deep into every panel.
Sir
love beauty is the thisg i love the mist of the morning with the sun and the grass and tress. cool air. driving on a bus, the silence of the morning.
dona
fogged up life and fogged up soul
misted and twisted in unshakeable form
swirled together in a cinnamon twist
life as a multifaceded dream
Gorills in the Mist Play fMisty for me i have not idea what im doing I mist the bus this AM lol This is realy weird
in the night. Off a river. The thames in Lechlade. Eery. The film (Stephen King). Best film ending ever, unbeatable. Blurs vision, hides things. Things that want to be hidden? Or things that are waiting to be found? Why would you want to be found? Are you lost? How did you get lost? Physically or emotionally lost?
i love the mist in the mornings when it hangs on the cobwebs in autumn and makes each one stand o ut. i went for a walk one december around what was supposed to be a haunted lake and the mist just hung in the air and it looked so spooky but nothing haunted us except a couple of ducks swimming on a lake.
mist is something that prevents your thought from coming to place. it also distorts your vision slighty :P
Anyway i love mist, it rocks :) bababablalbaslejg
Water falling in sheets that float. It settles on everything in a film, glossing the world in a sweet, slippery fabric. Run your hands and face through it, smile through the coolness. It’s morning and there are only a few minutes left of this before the heat of the day returns.
rainforset animals farthing wood waterfall lake river tropical t
The mist was dark, and thick yet filtered around us as if made of impossible substance, enveloping us in a blanket of soft, fluffy, grey mist
the mist is completely saturating me and i feel it on my fingers, on my nose and the taste of it almost on my tongue. I want to feel comforted by it but it feels cold and aloof. I don’t know how to move from outside to inside the mist. or is it all around me and within my anyway.
green, fresh, clear, cool, moist, footprints on the sidewalk, silence, alive, nourishment,
mist
the mist was chilly that morning. As the sun started to rise the mist gently evapourated to reveal the mountains in all there glory. Peaking high into the sky with white tops from the snow.
cold.i feel it cling to every hair on my arm. cold. hot. goosebumps. the sea.
heavy mist over the open field
i’m with my mom, it’s early morning and i’m barely awake, alive. it’s so beautiful i ache, mom understands. i close my eyes, no beauty no ache no understanding. this is the status quo, my home.
Mist settled early. The dawn was moist and cool. The Sun tried hard but couldn’t break through the thick veil of the clouds. Mist, so much mist, you coudn’t see your own feet!
Nothing is clear. My thought process now is dependant on clarity and precision, something unattainable through the constraints of the meaning of a word.
The foggy tendrils of mist swirled in front of the boat as she set her back t the sun and pointed westerly toward the main land. The worst part of the day she thought… turning my back to the glorious life enriching sun and trudge to the trudgery of work. deep sigh, the sea mist woudl be her breath.
something with no smell
Lightly gathered in the air, it touches every part of you as you wander down the street, towed by the too-long-cooped-up dog. A cool blanket that enfolds the details in a gray silence, a gentle blindness that makes you grateful again, because you know it’s all still there, but resting for awhile, out of sight.
gray and billowing cloudy soft cold clinging to the surface of water beneath bridges catching in the splits of branches and on the edges of leaves and slipping down one’s throat
The red mist coalesces, staining my thoughts a livid flush… Vivid, angry, wanting you.
mist is cool
The book about the mists where magic can be conjured in metal. I thought it was far fetched but enchanting. I hated Vin for some reason but I wanted her powers. It’s strange how we can love power and hate the powerful, even when they are not real. What is reality?
Mist is somethinhg that is foggy and something that you can not see through. It is beautiful and sometimes dark. Mist is all around you!
foggy
I was sitting outside smoking a joint and all of a sudden a mist came upon my face. I was not surprised for this had happened before whilst I was toking. Is it a coincidence that a sudden drizzle will come down every time I decide to light up a joint? I think not, my friends, I think not.
pretty fog warm hazy waiting dark damp grey
Love
WIND, EARTH, DUST, DIRT, BROWN COLOUR, CAR IN THE DARK, RAIN, ACCIDENTS….
fog is in the air in scotland. eerie noises you hear, somebody is dead, missing.
over the sea, under the bridge, with the salmon leaping through the dim surface of the water. over the fields, filtering away slowly, revealing humps of grass, cows, rabbits. The sound is slow, missed, hidden, disguised. It misdirects.
ilove the black shadows that hide in mist and the dampness that follows its trail mist has feet that creep and hold us in awe
sometimes i think of mist as an expression of love. a genlte reminder that there is something else out there. a reason to keep going. apprecieate the little things in life and everything else will come easy.
Clinging to my face in the morning. Dripping from my back. Did I pass out in the hammock again? Damn martinis.
AS IT RAINS I FEEL THE MIST UPON MY FACE…WHAT GREAT FEELINGS THIS GIVES ME…LIKE WASHING MY FLAWS, WORRIES, HATE & EVERYTHING SO HATEFUL AND UNWANTED IN MY MIND. OH HOW I WISH THAT IT WOULD MIST UPON ME OFTEN, FOR THERE IS A WAR CONSTANTLY GOING ON IN MY MIND.
dark swirling mess, floating towards me, engulfing me, chocking me. i cant see out. i wont be free! Traped.
a hand reaches out, parting a wave through the swirling mess, a figure of the mist.
clouds
rain
blue
leslie
ireland
grass
green
cool
refreshing
mint
gum
play misty for me
casablanca
joseph
africa
there is a lot of mist in the area of oregon.
Red mist enveloped his vision. The rain beat on the windshield as he poured on the power to the big S4. The four wheel drive drive train bit into the rain soaked pavement.
He pounded the wheel and screamed again. Street lights winked off the deeply keyed paint work.
“LCB” cut deep into every panel.
love beauty is the thisg i love the mist of the morning with the sun and the grass and tress. cool air. driving on a bus, the silence of the morning.
fogged up life and fogged up soul
misted and twisted in unshakeable form
swirled together in a cinnamon twist
life as a multifaceded dream