the dew fell on the blades of grass, the mist of early morning. mermaid’s breath. magical and simple. beauty.
Anonymous
It consumed everything, like a ferocious abmonidable snowman destroying all in it’s path with just it’s mere movement.
Caroline
mmmmmm
Anonymous
it happens when it is bad weather but it mystery enthralls me . i enjoy trying to make out the horizon . and try to identify the building around. it errie and yet delightful . it always fun .
Chris Pitto
it’s a day in new england.
a day like any other day.
where 2 feet
could be 10
could be 50.
and ideas are swallowed up
like murky water does a rock.
it’s fine to be in.
but scary.
and when you fight through
a reward is on the other side.
NuSol
early morning, the mist lies low over the Columbia. I can see it from my deck and hear the deep fog horns of the ships trying to navigate through the mist. Sound carries further and lays upon my ears louder.
Twylla
A fine mist saturated the air and obscured my view of the waterfall. My clothes dampened and began to stick to my skin, but I pressed on into the darkness. Soon, I had stepped behind the waterfall into the empty cave, where I had spent much of my youth imagining I was the leader of a secret band of thieves. The bare rock of the cave had not changed, but my perception of it had; now, it seemed like a dull, boring place.
vish
dew drops and london fog are forgotten in a cloud of eerie silence that envelops the being with a feeling of mystery enshrouded in query and questions
What’s next, will I find hope behind this space?
Amelia
You feel it when it just begins to rain or just finishes raining. Its kind of annoying. It feels like a piece of hair thats itching your face that you just can’t seem to get out of your face.
Anonymous
I felt all scared and lonely in this mist. I couldn’t see any vibrant colours not even a vibrant green it wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to school, I just wanted to be snuggled up,with the fire burning the charcoal to pieces with a very warm room with my soft blanket just as warm as being flat as a pancake!
melisa corney !!!
mists are misty and wet and delicious. i had sierra mist the other day. it was fantastic. i wish it had caffeine though. yeah. caffiene. nom nom nom.
amandaaa
girrillas in the mist misty has big boobs
mist
girrillas in the mist
Anonymous
Mist clouded my eyes – I blinked away the oncoming tears. I couldn’t let them see me cry. I couldn’t let him see me cry. I wouldn’t let them know I was weak. But when he patted my shoulder, told me it was all going to be okay, I couldn’t help it. I leaned against him and let the tears flow.
Kurekitsune
There was a mist in the middle of the garden that reminded the young girl of the first time she sailed to nantucket with her parents. She was sad filled with sadness thinking how she will never see her parents again. The feeling of sadness overcoming her entire body she fell down and wept.
Ilyas El-Amin
Mist im Deutschen ist ein Schimpfwort, man benutzt es f
Rudi
in the mist of the ocean, one realizes their mortality.
jill
the morning was covered in mist from the damp sky. soon, the birds would sing their complaints, endearing themselves to passerby.
wednesday was here.
lightlizard
The mist falls on my on a warm summer’s day. I love sitting in Niagara Falls with book in hand, contemplating life’s next grand adventure. The warm blue of the water and sky cascades around me and I know that I will be ready when the time is right. With any luck, that will be soon.
Pamela
Mist is what rises over a field and gives it that haunting look. It also is what I feel in my eyes right before I burst into tears. Mist is what I feel on a hot day coming from the leak of a garden hose.
Amy
the mist was flowing from the coffin. although the skeleton was lacking in life the mist gave the impression that a boney hand was ready to reach out and pull you in
alamy
i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i collapse.
meg
The soft spray of salty mist felt like a welcome against my sun-baked face as I walked along the shore. This was where I belonged. This was where I would stay.
Smitty
the mist crept all around the campus. everyone in their dorms stared outside their window looking out, but they couldn’t see a thing. the mist had eneveloped the buildings, trees, and all life.
Anonymous
cool happiness. rejuvinating, love, my friend mike would like mist if i asked him. refreshing free. i love rain and mist!
kels
mist is magic, it is soft and yet so so powerful. It is mysterious- she was wrapped in a cloak of mist, protected and safe from prying eyes.
d
A mist in the morning is the best way to start off a great conversation when you have nothing else to say.
m
mist is what comes out when you sneeez!!! aaaachhhoooooooooo!!!!! :D
Stinger
My head is sinking below my lungs
and I wish I could be more creative concerning
the sensations of art, or poetry, as it is.
I guess since I have a doctors note
it will excuse me from my lack of
concentration or how I sometimes
keep writing after the little bell.
I could say it sounds exactly like
the one we had in my elementary school
and that I hated it; but really,
who am I to say
you can’t tell me when to stop
or when to put
my pencil down.
Cheyenne
Strange wet andd fresh. Surrounding me and quiet. I can feel tit in my toes as I walk alognt the beach. Mist. cleanses me. I can feel the breaths I take.
Presentnative
rainy, wet, happy, damp, shower, magical. walking into mist is like walking into a mystery. you don’t know. anything can happen. kiss someone in the mist.
melanie
Mist. What can I say about it. She is just like it.
I love mist. So i love her
Anonymous
He disappeared into the mist, finally saying goodbye to all that he had once held dear.
She watched his retreating figure, blinking hard to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling. Things would never be the same again. She was more alone than she had ever been before.
He didn’t look back.
K8
THe mist was in the view ahead of me. With her beside me all i could think of was her. How she loved me. Why she loved me. The drive was longer than expected. While driving through the mist.
Mac
The mist in my head clouded my mind, I was unable to concentrate on anything. My thoughts became blurred, I was losing sight of them through this accursed fog, I couldn’t stand the fact that I was becoming more and more bewildered.
Raiya Moon
I felt the mist rising, covering me in a shadow. The light filtered trhough it,a ll arougd me, and I beileved that it might actually become me. I hoped that it would. It had been so good the first time that it did; I loved it; I drowned in it. It was my heart,my life, my everything.
Maria Light
The nist blew over the river. It wanted some strawberries and there are some whip cream bottles empty on the ricks to the side. EWwww someone smoked and the smell is drifting over to me. i hate the mist for making it smell like smoke over here
Madeline
Mewtwo. What is upon the sierras. A shroud that covers reality.
Brandon Tindel
it reminds me of twilight. the twilight mist. that movie comes out soon. Im excited.
mist mist mist it sounds like what it is.
crazy.
misty, mistified, mistiful..ok not a word.
I like mist. its soft and wet and somewhat comforting. like it wraps around you like a cozy blanket.
mist…
Dee
The mist opportunity presses on my sternum causing me to cough when I inhale too deeply :-)
the dew fell on the blades of grass, the mist of early morning. mermaid’s breath. magical and simple. beauty.
It consumed everything, like a ferocious abmonidable snowman destroying all in it’s path with just it’s mere movement.
mmmmmm
it happens when it is bad weather but it mystery enthralls me . i enjoy trying to make out the horizon . and try to identify the building around. it errie and yet delightful . it always fun .
it’s a day in new england.
a day like any other day.
where 2 feet
could be 10
could be 50.
and ideas are swallowed up
like murky water does a rock.
it’s fine to be in.
but scary.
and when you fight through
a reward is on the other side.
early morning, the mist lies low over the Columbia. I can see it from my deck and hear the deep fog horns of the ships trying to navigate through the mist. Sound carries further and lays upon my ears louder.
A fine mist saturated the air and obscured my view of the waterfall. My clothes dampened and began to stick to my skin, but I pressed on into the darkness. Soon, I had stepped behind the waterfall into the empty cave, where I had spent much of my youth imagining I was the leader of a secret band of thieves. The bare rock of the cave had not changed, but my perception of it had; now, it seemed like a dull, boring place.
dew drops and london fog are forgotten in a cloud of eerie silence that envelops the being with a feeling of mystery enshrouded in query and questions
What’s next, will I find hope behind this space?
You feel it when it just begins to rain or just finishes raining. Its kind of annoying. It feels like a piece of hair thats itching your face that you just can’t seem to get out of your face.
I felt all scared and lonely in this mist. I couldn’t see any vibrant colours not even a vibrant green it wasn’t there. I didn’t want to go to school, I just wanted to be snuggled up,with the fire burning the charcoal to pieces with a very warm room with my soft blanket just as warm as being flat as a pancake!
mists are misty and wet and delicious. i had sierra mist the other day. it was fantastic. i wish it had caffeine though. yeah. caffiene. nom nom nom.
girrillas in the mist misty has big boobs
girrillas in the mist
Mist clouded my eyes – I blinked away the oncoming tears. I couldn’t let them see me cry. I couldn’t let him see me cry. I wouldn’t let them know I was weak. But when he patted my shoulder, told me it was all going to be okay, I couldn’t help it. I leaned against him and let the tears flow.
There was a mist in the middle of the garden that reminded the young girl of the first time she sailed to nantucket with her parents. She was sad filled with sadness thinking how she will never see her parents again. The feeling of sadness overcoming her entire body she fell down and wept.
Mist im Deutschen ist ein Schimpfwort, man benutzt es f
in the mist of the ocean, one realizes their mortality.
the morning was covered in mist from the damp sky. soon, the birds would sing their complaints, endearing themselves to passerby.
wednesday was here.
The mist falls on my on a warm summer’s day. I love sitting in Niagara Falls with book in hand, contemplating life’s next grand adventure. The warm blue of the water and sky cascades around me and I know that I will be ready when the time is right. With any luck, that will be soon.
Mist is what rises over a field and gives it that haunting look. It also is what I feel in my eyes right before I burst into tears. Mist is what I feel on a hot day coming from the leak of a garden hose.
the mist was flowing from the coffin. although the skeleton was lacking in life the mist gave the impression that a boney hand was ready to reach out and pull you in
i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i am taken i am yours i am up and doing circles. i collapse.
The soft spray of salty mist felt like a welcome against my sun-baked face as I walked along the shore. This was where I belonged. This was where I would stay.
the mist crept all around the campus. everyone in their dorms stared outside their window looking out, but they couldn’t see a thing. the mist had eneveloped the buildings, trees, and all life.
cool happiness. rejuvinating, love, my friend mike would like mist if i asked him. refreshing free. i love rain and mist!
mist is magic, it is soft and yet so so powerful. It is mysterious- she was wrapped in a cloak of mist, protected and safe from prying eyes.
A mist in the morning is the best way to start off a great conversation when you have nothing else to say.
mist is what comes out when you sneeez!!! aaaachhhoooooooooo!!!!! :D
My head is sinking below my lungs
and I wish I could be more creative concerning
the sensations of art, or poetry, as it is.
I guess since I have a doctors note
it will excuse me from my lack of
concentration or how I sometimes
keep writing after the little bell.
I could say it sounds exactly like
the one we had in my elementary school
and that I hated it; but really,
who am I to say
you can’t tell me when to stop
or when to put
my pencil down.
Strange wet andd fresh. Surrounding me and quiet. I can feel tit in my toes as I walk alognt the beach. Mist. cleanses me. I can feel the breaths I take.
rainy, wet, happy, damp, shower, magical. walking into mist is like walking into a mystery. you don’t know. anything can happen. kiss someone in the mist.
Mist. What can I say about it. She is just like it.
I love mist. So i love her
He disappeared into the mist, finally saying goodbye to all that he had once held dear.
She watched his retreating figure, blinking hard to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling. Things would never be the same again. She was more alone than she had ever been before.
He didn’t look back.
THe mist was in the view ahead of me. With her beside me all i could think of was her. How she loved me. Why she loved me. The drive was longer than expected. While driving through the mist.
The mist in my head clouded my mind, I was unable to concentrate on anything. My thoughts became blurred, I was losing sight of them through this accursed fog, I couldn’t stand the fact that I was becoming more and more bewildered.
I felt the mist rising, covering me in a shadow. The light filtered trhough it,a ll arougd me, and I beileved that it might actually become me. I hoped that it would. It had been so good the first time that it did; I loved it; I drowned in it. It was my heart,my life, my everything.
The nist blew over the river. It wanted some strawberries and there are some whip cream bottles empty on the ricks to the side. EWwww someone smoked and the smell is drifting over to me. i hate the mist for making it smell like smoke over here
Mewtwo. What is upon the sierras. A shroud that covers reality.
it reminds me of twilight. the twilight mist. that movie comes out soon. Im excited.
mist mist mist it sounds like what it is.
crazy.
misty, mistified, mistiful..ok not a word.
I like mist. its soft and wet and somewhat comforting. like it wraps around you like a cozy blanket.
mist…
The mist opportunity presses on my sternum causing me to cough when I inhale too deeply :-)