wet air cool air moist air visually alive air, beautiful air.
Anonymous
uhuh
josie
Mist, fog. Reminds me of the ocean. Cleanliness, beauty, blue sky. Air. makes me want to drink water for some reason. Maybe it’s Jesus. Yeah, that’s it. Makes me think of Jesus. And children. Hmm. Doesn’t make me think of the world
Makes me smile. Makes me nostalgic.
Mist.
Brooke.
I feel the soft dew mist in the garden. So delicate and fragile as it lands upon my beautiful face. Who could make such a thing? It likes heaven fallin
Kitty Sutton
I see a lot of it in the morning. It’s refreshing to look at. The problem comes while driving. Or am I confusing that with fog? It’s sure pretty to look at.
lana
Thick, heavy, white, rolling. Covering me in a huge, wet cloud. I peer through and see the one thing that carries me through. No, not a lifehouse. Not a flashlight.
Jesus.
Christine
Haunting
Creeping
Loving
Glaring
Vivid
Empty
Lonely
Opening up your arms
and asking
for a loving embrace
Staring out into
the vapid mist
Hoping that your
calls for help
will be answered
Sean Mc
deep throughout the forests, you will find that many of the most dangerous things around you…some of them wanting to eat…to taste…to bleed you…some of these things are hiding deep beneath the mist.
Anonymous
mist, walking home from work exhausted,mist cheers me up. refreshes my face. the day is over and the night will begin.
jo x
its misty outside
brianna
wtf is mist??? i got my period 1 day b4 i am going to sydney sooo pissed
the mist hung over the town, dampening the skyline. The gray morning had everyone in a dismal mood and I lifted my face to the light drops of rain as the tickled my nose and settles on my eyelashes.
D-Rae
He ran. Not a scared or intimidated run. More of a jolly run, with a sort of bounce in his step. Not quite skipping, but more along those lines. Faster and faster he went, the smile spreading across his face as the mist soaked through the top later of his clothes chilling his skin and sending joyous shivers down to his fingertips. All alone, and this boy was happy as could be.
Corinnejean.
I used to like mist. The warmth of it, while at the same time knowing I’d be cold soon. Then unhappy. But now?
PJ
mist. I can feel the fine mist on my face and hands as the wind blows the water off the ocean. Salty, but misty. Cool and gentle mist
Chris G
My friend commented upon the mist this morning, and I ignored her because I was trying to look good in front of cooler peers. I love the girl, but she can be kind of obnoxious and spontanious, and not in a good way. I feel bad about it, but sometimes I pretend I don’t know her if people I want to impress are about.
Xiaolin
i dk
help
It rained today here in Eugene. It was only for a short while though. It rained; then it shone. It was bright. Man, it was bright, and it only seems to get brighter, despite my attachment to rain. The relaxing nature of a light rain, watching it fall upon the green trees. Tall, tall trees, and green grass. Makes me appreciate music like Norah Jones.
David
One day i was walking through the mist. It was a wonderful day. A nice cool breeze. to bad it was a Monday!!!!!!!!! I hate mondays. Even misty ones.
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sitting, along the road. i didn’t know what to do. all of a sudden, a burst of mist hit my face. it had to be a cloud, or as we call it, fog. same thing though really. now, the real question; what to do.
marianna
cool soaking rain. calming. nice. fog of water.
chelsea
The people arose form the mist to find that their city had been deystroyed. How? they will never know
Anonymous
very cold and blue. ghard to drive through. very wet. mysteriously dangerous p
Anonymous
It’s not the mist that you see first when you wake up in this place. It’s the trees. They’re everywereh. All around your house. In your garden. It’s like these people adore them so much. I don’t know. I’ve just moved here. I’m not sure if I like this tree0-covered land. I’m still
Lei
The mist swirls through the forest, surrounding a young woman riding a black horse through the night. The horse is galloping, trying to outrun the castle guards. Tonight she will meet her lover and leave this place forever. The night air is cold and she snuggles close to her velvet cape. Midnight is her favorite horse and she chose to leave with him because he is big and strong and would never hurt her. Everything she owns is in her valise which is full to the brim with personal items. Not much really, considering her father’s wealth. But her true possession is the love of a good man, the one she will marry at dawn. This is the only way to escape an arranged marriage to a man with a heart of ice.
Paulie
Thoughts always appear to be shrouded in mist, and when I think of mist, I always find that I can’t tell where I’ll be next. Mist is equal to mystery, it never seems to be complete, in the sense that I never seem to fully understand it. Then again, that’s thinking about mist in it’s non literal form. Alright, I’m done.
Joshua Lyle
the mist spent the day slugging through my mind, while my children laughed and played.
William
The mist was thick in the dark, dank bog. I wondered if I was alone, or if there was someone, or something lurking, watching. I didn’t feel alone. I walked through the mist, searching for a way out.
jESS
i don’t like driving through the mist at night. i have to drive down dark windy country lanes surrounded only by fields. i don’t dare look in the review mirror for fear of seeing some red glowing eyes..much like how i imagened edward scissors eyes to be when he went psycho and came in my room at night..if he ever did. but he didn’t. mist is scary and hides the truth.
nadine
It lays on me like a blanket. I hold my breath some hoping it will become more tangible. If it would only lay more on my heart the way a man should. Or might.
akka b.
The rain drizzled away to a fine mist, fresh and dewy against Kay’s face. The autumn leaves greeted her with their fiery brilliance, decadent against the cold grey sky.
winter
up in the clouds,i’m flying with the birds and insects. i can feel the mist hazing my face. it’s a beautiful thing i see. this view. it’s impossible. no description
bri clark
fog and water and ponds and frogs and such maybe a romantic image of a fairy or something like that
vapor
cools you off
just water, essential substance of all life as we know it
its a very refreshing calming word
at least to me
Joe
The mist was cold and gray. Shapes unfolded as she walked through the woods. He’s gone, she thought, never to return. They took him, where, she knew not and would never know.
Karen C
fog rolling over banks, moist damp air thick cut with a knife, ireland, scotland, soft cloud grey swirl
david frank
The mist surrounds me and I breathe in. I can feel the dampness all around me, sinking into my pores. I open up to the humidity, the light sprinkle on my skin. The mist is what keeps me.
emily
there was that stupid movie about mist… a cheesy thriller. also i know several poeple name misty. its kinda a stripper name. one of them might be a stripper. i just friended her on facebook and
jdawg
mist is a water residue that are too small to drop as raindrops, and are carried in the wind. niagra has the highest amount of mist i have ever experineced.
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wet air cool air moist air visually alive air, beautiful air.
uhuh
Mist, fog. Reminds me of the ocean. Cleanliness, beauty, blue sky. Air. makes me want to drink water for some reason. Maybe it’s Jesus. Yeah, that’s it. Makes me think of Jesus. And children. Hmm. Doesn’t make me think of the world
Makes me smile. Makes me nostalgic.
Mist.
I feel the soft dew mist in the garden. So delicate and fragile as it lands upon my beautiful face. Who could make such a thing? It likes heaven fallin
I see a lot of it in the morning. It’s refreshing to look at. The problem comes while driving. Or am I confusing that with fog? It’s sure pretty to look at.
Thick, heavy, white, rolling. Covering me in a huge, wet cloud. I peer through and see the one thing that carries me through. No, not a lifehouse. Not a flashlight.
Jesus.
Haunting
Creeping
Loving
Glaring
Vivid
Empty
Lonely
Opening up your arms
and asking
for a loving embrace
Staring out into
the vapid mist
Hoping that your
calls for help
will be answered
deep throughout the forests, you will find that many of the most dangerous things around you…some of them wanting to eat…to taste…to bleed you…some of these things are hiding deep beneath the mist.
mist, walking home from work exhausted,mist cheers me up. refreshes my face. the day is over and the night will begin.
its misty outside
wtf is mist??? i got my period 1 day b4 i am going to sydney sooo pissed
dark, mysterious, something hidden, secret, outcome uncertain
the mist hung over the town, dampening the skyline. The gray morning had everyone in a dismal mood and I lifted my face to the light drops of rain as the tickled my nose and settles on my eyelashes.
He ran. Not a scared or intimidated run. More of a jolly run, with a sort of bounce in his step. Not quite skipping, but more along those lines. Faster and faster he went, the smile spreading across his face as the mist soaked through the top later of his clothes chilling his skin and sending joyous shivers down to his fingertips. All alone, and this boy was happy as could be.
I used to like mist. The warmth of it, while at the same time knowing I’d be cold soon. Then unhappy. But now?
mist. I can feel the fine mist on my face and hands as the wind blows the water off the ocean. Salty, but misty. Cool and gentle mist
My friend commented upon the mist this morning, and I ignored her because I was trying to look good in front of cooler peers. I love the girl, but she can be kind of obnoxious and spontanious, and not in a good way. I feel bad about it, but sometimes I pretend I don’t know her if people I want to impress are about.
i dk
It rained today here in Eugene. It was only for a short while though. It rained; then it shone. It was bright. Man, it was bright, and it only seems to get brighter, despite my attachment to rain. The relaxing nature of a light rain, watching it fall upon the green trees. Tall, tall trees, and green grass. Makes me appreciate music like Norah Jones.
One day i was walking through the mist. It was a wonderful day. A nice cool breeze. to bad it was a Monday!!!!!!!!! I hate mondays. Even misty ones.
sitting, along the road. i didn’t know what to do. all of a sudden, a burst of mist hit my face. it had to be a cloud, or as we call it, fog. same thing though really. now, the real question; what to do.
cool soaking rain. calming. nice. fog of water.
The people arose form the mist to find that their city had been deystroyed. How? they will never know
very cold and blue. ghard to drive through. very wet. mysteriously dangerous p
It’s not the mist that you see first when you wake up in this place. It’s the trees. They’re everywereh. All around your house. In your garden. It’s like these people adore them so much. I don’t know. I’ve just moved here. I’m not sure if I like this tree0-covered land. I’m still
The mist swirls through the forest, surrounding a young woman riding a black horse through the night. The horse is galloping, trying to outrun the castle guards. Tonight she will meet her lover and leave this place forever. The night air is cold and she snuggles close to her velvet cape. Midnight is her favorite horse and she chose to leave with him because he is big and strong and would never hurt her. Everything she owns is in her valise which is full to the brim with personal items. Not much really, considering her father’s wealth. But her true possession is the love of a good man, the one she will marry at dawn. This is the only way to escape an arranged marriage to a man with a heart of ice.
Thoughts always appear to be shrouded in mist, and when I think of mist, I always find that I can’t tell where I’ll be next. Mist is equal to mystery, it never seems to be complete, in the sense that I never seem to fully understand it. Then again, that’s thinking about mist in it’s non literal form. Alright, I’m done.
the mist spent the day slugging through my mind, while my children laughed and played.
The mist was thick in the dark, dank bog. I wondered if I was alone, or if there was someone, or something lurking, watching. I didn’t feel alone. I walked through the mist, searching for a way out.
i don’t like driving through the mist at night. i have to drive down dark windy country lanes surrounded only by fields. i don’t dare look in the review mirror for fear of seeing some red glowing eyes..much like how i imagened edward scissors eyes to be when he went psycho and came in my room at night..if he ever did. but he didn’t. mist is scary and hides the truth.
It lays on me like a blanket. I hold my breath some hoping it will become more tangible. If it would only lay more on my heart the way a man should. Or might.
The rain drizzled away to a fine mist, fresh and dewy against Kay’s face. The autumn leaves greeted her with their fiery brilliance, decadent against the cold grey sky.
up in the clouds,i’m flying with the birds and insects. i can feel the mist hazing my face. it’s a beautiful thing i see. this view. it’s impossible. no description
fog and water and ponds and frogs and such maybe a romantic image of a fairy or something like that
vapor
cools you off
just water, essential substance of all life as we know it
its a very refreshing calming word
at least to me
The mist was cold and gray. Shapes unfolded as she walked through the woods. He’s gone, she thought, never to return. They took him, where, she knew not and would never know.
fog rolling over banks, moist damp air thick cut with a knife, ireland, scotland, soft cloud grey swirl
The mist surrounds me and I breathe in. I can feel the dampness all around me, sinking into my pores. I open up to the humidity, the light sprinkle on my skin. The mist is what keeps me.
there was that stupid movie about mist… a cheesy thriller. also i know several poeple name misty. its kinda a stripper name. one of them might be a stripper. i just friended her on facebook and
mist is a water residue that are too small to drop as raindrops, and are carried in the wind. niagra has the highest amount of mist i have ever experineced.