the mist is the in between place of mystery and fear. what we see can take us to places of happiness and terror depending on the nature of the light that opens the mist to us.
stephen
misty days go by and I can’t help but think they’re going by too fast.
V.E.
uh, mist is pretty. its romantic and throws lovely rainbows and its like fog, only nicer. i wrote a book about it once. well, its a story in progress. but its great…
Naturelover
a white ish like cloud. it makes it hard to see and stuff. Its pretty and throws rainbows in the light.
Maddie
Mist. Gorillas in the mist, Jane Goodall or maybe it was Diane Fossey? Hell if I know. I need a vacation. Somewhere misty. How quaint. Maybe I should get a dog or something. Maybe a husky. Name it misty. Then run it over. Not really that would be mean. Sort of.
Lucas
Mist sounds like miss and I miss my family so much. College has been rough, fun, but rough. I’ve met a lot of people but I haven’t really made friends. I miss the security that was back in my hometown. I miss the beach and the smell of saltwater.
Linda
mist
ryan
The mist surrounded me, blinding me, blocking my vision. I blinked three times, no more, no less, in an effort to disperse the blockage. It had no effect. Fear flowed through my veins causing goosebumps to rise all down my arms. I seized. Then my vision came back.
Miranda
Mist is always a poignant thing. It seems to always seems to appear right when I’m taking out the garbage, as if to say, “Don’t you think you should have done that a bit earlier?” But no! No, I shouldn’t have. But it just sits there, silently disapproving.
There was a time that it wasn’t there when I took out the garbage. I felt a hole open up inside of me. Where was my mist? Did it no longer love me?
Kevin
a mist hovers above my weary head, the lights around me swirl into a blend of one. it is here that i see beyond my haze into the distance, and seeing a figure in my midst, i know it is you. and i know you are there for me, regardless of my weakness.
Mich
Through the mist of trees and floss, I have forsaken my face unto the wind. My mother cries herself to sleep at night, knowing that my face is flying around out there, buffeting the windows, shaking the garage. It grins despite my general aura of despair, for it knows it is now free. I’d really like to have my beard back, though. Someone please capture my face.
so dope
d
Anonymous
I figured they would switch words or something.
Hmmmm =/ This sucks.
Francesca
I feel the sense of mist coming my way. It is cold, damp and honestly just makes me feel way to creepy. As it moves along the bounded ground nothing can stop it as it moves around the base of trees and walls as if it can almost move through the walls all on its own.
SugarPlumsMommy
Seattle ,Washington’s rain.
Francesca
mist makes me think of being on a lake somewhere. or by a river. such peace and tranquility comes to mind. I just want to sit and play my guitar out side by a body of water.
Peter
who writes about mist? Mist has an evil connotation. It seems to only come at night and obscures our view. Considering humans rely so heavily on eyesight
everything bad seems to happen at night
brookes
the morning mist was cool and felt like a spring coast. the eyes i were so familar with my onw began to mist at the thought of the beauty and peace found alongside this river… the mist green reiver childhood refuge and cool moss was a =s familair as home. this was my home misty harbour , along the mist colored banks. i long for the mist that i have missed…the mist that lets me know that i am alive.. the refreshing mist of a life i know i am living….
parry
the house stood there, beyond the mist, like a sketch framed by the trees surrounding it, deprived of any detail. From its location on top of the road, it could see everything, yet keep all its secrets.
Karin
i witnessed a misty day in the night… i was driving my car their was an old man standing in the road. i did not feel like stopping and asking him wether he wanted a lift
shah nihad
The early morning mist clung to the meadow, opaque, cold and heavy.
Mena
hanging over the ivory lamps like a jealous lover watching, stifling, coldly staring and obstructing all view except it’s own
kuri
Lost in the mist and in the mists of time, the little village huddled against the mountain side resembling little more than a wart upon a noble visage. No wonder few people passed that way.
Charlie Davies
mist on a lake, mist in the morning, mist in scary movies, sierra mist soda, misty a name, mist from a fan, mist from the weather,
Kathryn Jones
oh, that’s funny, because i was thinking of mist this morning, the conversations and whispers that seem to emerge from a grey backdrop that never stops moving. i wrote something about steam that can be bitten through, and that made me think of october, just inches away, and the beginning of fall, and the beginning of many new beginnings.
nicole
She could see him through the mist – his eyes still filled with love and sadness at the thought of having to leave her behind.
kiniart.com
morning dew, soothing feeling when I am hot
harrison
Mist makes me think of a cold, dark night , next to a lake. There you are, alone, with noone. Your family is a little farther off the dirt road, in the cabin, all sleeping. It’s spring vacation. But you couldn’t sleep so you went to the lake. And out of the mist, on the other side, you see a….
Rabbit?
The Brooksider
The buildings arise from the mist like leaves sprouting from the trees, now falling to the ground, now melting into soil. It’s fall in Scranton, and I’m trapped in the mist, which I can’t touch from my cubicle.
ashley t
wet, falling from the air it’s light and cold but it feels good. it cools my body. makes me wet but dries quickly. it smells good.like a spring day. i want to drink the air. but their is not enough.my tonge is moist but my body is wet. it drips off my head and my shoulders as it collects.
Gemini Johnny
Mist is a thing that comes in the morning. It is beautiful and calming
It is also a harbinger of the day to come. But it can be deceptive.
a misty morning can lead to a hot and clear day, or a rainy and gray day. Who knows?
Anonymous
misty river calling your name
mygraineboy
You keep drifting through the mists of my mind. Sometimes your presence is near, sometimes it seems as far away as you really are.
Paula
sleep comes hard, brain is thinking, please bring on the mist of sleep
CaramelBelle
When I think about the word mist I think about standing at the base of a huge waterfall and feeling the cold mist of the falls aas it sprays me, I also think about a cold early morning waking up before the sun is up when it looks like the air is filled with a heavy fog.
maya
watery substance that feels really good when you stand under it! its cold when its hot outside, it cools you off makes you feel good. its great to have when you are having dinner outside in the summer.
savannah
The mist of the early morning was one of the best of this year. It had the feeling of the embrace of an angle coming from heaven. The ligt breeze tha came with the mist of just as enjoying as the early morning sky.
Josefina
the first thing that comes to my mind about mist is water becuase in arizona it is so hot and i wish there was misters every were in town
richard Lopez
Mist is small drops of water that is almost as light as air and gets colder then normal rain. It blows in the wind whenever it rains.
Jordan
Cloudy look inthe air a little cool air of a soft water feel. Winter is the season I most experience to be ble to see it usually early in the morning right before the sun comes up or late at night a little hard to see through while you are trying to drive always fresh feeling
the mist is the in between place of mystery and fear. what we see can take us to places of happiness and terror depending on the nature of the light that opens the mist to us.
misty days go by and I can’t help but think they’re going by too fast.
uh, mist is pretty. its romantic and throws lovely rainbows and its like fog, only nicer. i wrote a book about it once. well, its a story in progress. but its great…
a white ish like cloud. it makes it hard to see and stuff. Its pretty and throws rainbows in the light.
Mist. Gorillas in the mist, Jane Goodall or maybe it was Diane Fossey? Hell if I know. I need a vacation. Somewhere misty. How quaint. Maybe I should get a dog or something. Maybe a husky. Name it misty. Then run it over. Not really that would be mean. Sort of.
Mist sounds like miss and I miss my family so much. College has been rough, fun, but rough. I’ve met a lot of people but I haven’t really made friends. I miss the security that was back in my hometown. I miss the beach and the smell of saltwater.
mist
The mist surrounded me, blinding me, blocking my vision. I blinked three times, no more, no less, in an effort to disperse the blockage. It had no effect. Fear flowed through my veins causing goosebumps to rise all down my arms. I seized. Then my vision came back.
Mist is always a poignant thing. It seems to always seems to appear right when I’m taking out the garbage, as if to say, “Don’t you think you should have done that a bit earlier?” But no! No, I shouldn’t have. But it just sits there, silently disapproving.
There was a time that it wasn’t there when I took out the garbage. I felt a hole open up inside of me. Where was my mist? Did it no longer love me?
a mist hovers above my weary head, the lights around me swirl into a blend of one. it is here that i see beyond my haze into the distance, and seeing a figure in my midst, i know it is you. and i know you are there for me, regardless of my weakness.
Through the mist of trees and floss, I have forsaken my face unto the wind. My mother cries herself to sleep at night, knowing that my face is flying around out there, buffeting the windows, shaking the garage. It grins despite my general aura of despair, for it knows it is now free. I’d really like to have my beard back, though. Someone please capture my face.
d
I figured they would switch words or something.
Hmmmm =/ This sucks.
I feel the sense of mist coming my way. It is cold, damp and honestly just makes me feel way to creepy. As it moves along the bounded ground nothing can stop it as it moves around the base of trees and walls as if it can almost move through the walls all on its own.
Seattle ,Washington’s rain.
mist makes me think of being on a lake somewhere. or by a river. such peace and tranquility comes to mind. I just want to sit and play my guitar out side by a body of water.
who writes about mist? Mist has an evil connotation. It seems to only come at night and obscures our view. Considering humans rely so heavily on eyesight
everything bad seems to happen at night
the morning mist was cool and felt like a spring coast. the eyes i were so familar with my onw began to mist at the thought of the beauty and peace found alongside this river… the mist green reiver childhood refuge and cool moss was a =s familair as home. this was my home misty harbour , along the mist colored banks. i long for the mist that i have missed…the mist that lets me know that i am alive.. the refreshing mist of a life i know i am living….
the house stood there, beyond the mist, like a sketch framed by the trees surrounding it, deprived of any detail. From its location on top of the road, it could see everything, yet keep all its secrets.
i witnessed a misty day in the night… i was driving my car their was an old man standing in the road. i did not feel like stopping and asking him wether he wanted a lift
The early morning mist clung to the meadow, opaque, cold and heavy.
hanging over the ivory lamps like a jealous lover watching, stifling, coldly staring and obstructing all view except it’s own
Lost in the mist and in the mists of time, the little village huddled against the mountain side resembling little more than a wart upon a noble visage. No wonder few people passed that way.
mist on a lake, mist in the morning, mist in scary movies, sierra mist soda, misty a name, mist from a fan, mist from the weather,
oh, that’s funny, because i was thinking of mist this morning, the conversations and whispers that seem to emerge from a grey backdrop that never stops moving. i wrote something about steam that can be bitten through, and that made me think of october, just inches away, and the beginning of fall, and the beginning of many new beginnings.
She could see him through the mist – his eyes still filled with love and sadness at the thought of having to leave her behind.
morning dew, soothing feeling when I am hot
Mist makes me think of a cold, dark night , next to a lake. There you are, alone, with noone. Your family is a little farther off the dirt road, in the cabin, all sleeping. It’s spring vacation. But you couldn’t sleep so you went to the lake. And out of the mist, on the other side, you see a….
Rabbit?
The buildings arise from the mist like leaves sprouting from the trees, now falling to the ground, now melting into soil. It’s fall in Scranton, and I’m trapped in the mist, which I can’t touch from my cubicle.
wet, falling from the air it’s light and cold but it feels good. it cools my body. makes me wet but dries quickly. it smells good.like a spring day. i want to drink the air. but their is not enough.my tonge is moist but my body is wet. it drips off my head and my shoulders as it collects.
Mist is a thing that comes in the morning. It is beautiful and calming
It is also a harbinger of the day to come. But it can be deceptive.
a misty morning can lead to a hot and clear day, or a rainy and gray day. Who knows?
misty river calling your name
You keep drifting through the mists of my mind. Sometimes your presence is near, sometimes it seems as far away as you really are.
sleep comes hard, brain is thinking, please bring on the mist of sleep
When I think about the word mist I think about standing at the base of a huge waterfall and feeling the cold mist of the falls aas it sprays me, I also think about a cold early morning waking up before the sun is up when it looks like the air is filled with a heavy fog.
watery substance that feels really good when you stand under it! its cold when its hot outside, it cools you off makes you feel good. its great to have when you are having dinner outside in the summer.
The mist of the early morning was one of the best of this year. It had the feeling of the embrace of an angle coming from heaven. The ligt breeze tha came with the mist of just as enjoying as the early morning sky.
the first thing that comes to my mind about mist is water becuase in arizona it is so hot and i wish there was misters every were in town
Mist is small drops of water that is almost as light as air and gets colder then normal rain. It blows in the wind whenever it rains.
Cloudy look inthe air a little cool air of a soft water feel. Winter is the season I most experience to be ble to see it usually early in the morning right before the sun comes up or late at night a little hard to see through while you are trying to drive always fresh feeling