cold
rain
morning
dew on the grass
morning over the lake
Carleigh
Walking through a field of
grass
showering in mist
each step takes
the water
further up
your legs
until
eventually you
just become another blade
in the shower
chris
& your love was like a mist
suffocating me
blinding me from what was real
hiding the truth from my eyes
until finally
one day the sun shone through
and showed me the fortress
just across.
if only i could leave you
if only it was so simple.
ox
kate
i love it when the mist rolls up over the lawn when im sitting on my verandah. it’s not creepy. it’s so soothing. I can sit in the hammock and watch it slowly creep creep creep up on my and slip under the roof and glide over the wood panels. my dog loves it too.
Lauryn
And as the missed cleared, his little beety eyes could grasp the form of her body, the flush colour of her tits, the slender form of her hair, the headlessness.
hurdur
Mist i love mist. it is so mysterious. Its alwso a good name for a story character. Preferably an evil one actually Frost is more suiting for an evil person. Mist is for a sweet fragiler gray wolf
Early early early
in the mist of the horizon, she saw the face of an old familiar friend. she walked closer as the face turned away and began to fade in the distance. she ran towards it, crying, knowing not what she had missed and let go, but the possibility that some unknown factor had gotten away. she awoke in a start. terrified, and confused as to what it all meant.
amber
i love the mist after a nice shower of rain, it feels really good on my skin even though it can get really gross and nasty feeling… especially if its like mad humid outside but usually i love it it’s like fog but smells better and looks prettier! i associate mist with the color seafoam green even though i’m sure mist doesnt really have a color
hello
foggy
growing
clouding my sight
i die
but no one sees it
through
the mist
blocking our sight
an illusion
unhappy
gray
bleak
you die
we die
Natalie
it w
Anonymous
I wish it just rain instead of little humid mist that is very eeky and make you sweaty.
pnt
Mist is a beautiful word, I automatically think of eeriness yet morbid beauty. Grass in the morning sun and the sweet smell of air and I also think of a dark dreary graveyard covered with misty air of deceased souls.
toyiah
I was walking along the sea when the mist rolled in. It was thick and heavy, and reminded me of summers at camp. We would wake up early and head towards the mess hall, but wouldn’t be able to find our way. Sometimes we would run into the frisbee golf things. That would break up the monotony of a schedule dependent Christian camp.
Kbizzle
mist
Phuong
the mist of cum shot out of his erect cock and splattered against her face.
anonymous
mist
Luk
the mist of rain. the mist setting on a hos. u spray it gently and softly and the kids giggle when it left little gray hairs on their head. the water is cold but the kids are full of joy.
carole♥
I couldn’t see. Everywhere I turned, it was just mist as far as I could tell. Nothing could escape it’s grasp. I felt like it was suffocating me. I felt a sting and the warm sensation of blood spilling from me.
Nyxtrisk
mist is misty.
Anonymous
mist
Anonymous
the mist was around the block. i could taste it. i was fasting and it tasted delicious. i wonder if G-d gave me that as a gift. somehow i doubt that. i am soo thirsty. hte mist makes light shine soo beautifully. its wet on my skin and makes it a little cooler.
Anonymous
walking in he mist I recalled a dream I had. I was walking in the mist recalling a dream of walking in the mist…
Anonymous
A refreshing sprinkle of dew amidst a flowing breeze.
Anonymous
chocolate peanut butter crush in the rain with your paws soaking wet, you devour it is amazing all is well and you realize that you are truly blessed not by just anything but by the rich goodness that comes with the butter and
noonas
When she awoke in the morning, all she could think of was how misty and foggy it was. Fine and transparent, the mist sat like a whitish curtain resting on the buildings of the city.
slu
it falls from the sky and blocks your vision; it is peaceful, this lack of sight. I love mist. It is like the morning dew yet there at odd times. It is never fearful. It radiates peace and tranquility as well as blinders.
Izzybelle
it was early, a light mist covered the field we fell asleep in. i looked to my side, you were there. we fell asleep under the stars…..
Anonymous
Its misty where I am. Its swirling and twirling and forming fingers that play in my hair, coming at me from every direction. But its beautiful and keeps me on my toes and I learn how to see with it and its okay.
Erika
There is a fine mist over the field. Looking out over it I’m not sure if I’m doing the right thing. I’m not sure if the path I’m on is going to lead me where I want to go. But, as I sit and think on these things, I feel a strange and unexpected sense of calm. Not knowing the path I’m on has taken a new and interesting sense of wonder.
Anonymous
mist is cold and it is a light rain. it feels good against the skin. it wets the skin. i enjoy mist. blah.
Lettie
In the early morning mist I could barely make out a dark figure among the trees. I stepped closer and suddenly the creature jumped in front of me. It was a gloriously beautiful buck! I jumped back in surprise.
SM
The mist above my head in the hazy afternoon
Reminds of pasing times
Time of me and you
Sleeping through the rain
No feelings of disdane
Towards any of our choices
We sang with all our voices
Raised in unison
On this Misty Afternoon
Lauren G Davison
mist is a beautiful phenomonon. It is cool and refreshing and reminds me of the scope of the power of a waterfall. . mist is pretty sweet
gie
on the ocean surface covered his view from her
moni
mist is cool i like mist mist is awesome i think everyone should eat it every day because it is yummy and so beautiful and i just love it so much in the morning its like walking into a shower with a bunch of people it so cool and i wish it was misty all the time so i could eat it all and just be rolled around because something so sweet has to be fatty
edkjgb rjgn
the mist blocked my view of the harbor. i wanted to watch you sail away, but it was too thick to see. instead, i imagined your sadness and cried with you in my heart and soul. you were gone.
layla macoran
The mist swirls around the hills and the trees and pours into the valley and hides its inhabitants from view until the sun rises and melts it all away.
Unity
The mist swirls around the hills and the trees and pours into the valley and hides its inhabitants from view until the sun rises and melts it all away.
Unity
The Mist, by Stephen King
I remember driving home from my dad’s work, very late at night, listening to the book on tape of this story. It was a new technology featuring “3-Dimensional Sound.” We drove into a fogbank during the scarriest part.
Nicco
grab the mist from your pockets, it’s burning a hole through the socket of my eye. take the mist out from your book bag and leave it for everyone to share on the table.
cold
rain
morning
dew on the grass
morning over the lake
Walking through a field of
grass
showering in mist
each step takes
the water
further up
your legs
until
eventually you
just become another blade
in the shower
& your love was like a mist
suffocating me
blinding me from what was real
hiding the truth from my eyes
until finally
one day the sun shone through
and showed me the fortress
just across.
if only i could leave you
if only it was so simple.
ox
i love it when the mist rolls up over the lawn when im sitting on my verandah. it’s not creepy. it’s so soothing. I can sit in the hammock and watch it slowly creep creep creep up on my and slip under the roof and glide over the wood panels. my dog loves it too.
And as the missed cleared, his little beety eyes could grasp the form of her body, the flush colour of her tits, the slender form of her hair, the headlessness.
Mist i love mist. it is so mysterious. Its alwso a good name for a story character. Preferably an evil one actually Frost is more suiting for an evil person. Mist is for a sweet fragiler gray wolf
in the mist of the horizon, she saw the face of an old familiar friend. she walked closer as the face turned away and began to fade in the distance. she ran towards it, crying, knowing not what she had missed and let go, but the possibility that some unknown factor had gotten away. she awoke in a start. terrified, and confused as to what it all meant.
i love the mist after a nice shower of rain, it feels really good on my skin even though it can get really gross and nasty feeling… especially if its like mad humid outside but usually i love it it’s like fog but smells better and looks prettier! i associate mist with the color seafoam green even though i’m sure mist doesnt really have a color
foggy
growing
clouding my sight
i die
but no one sees it
through
the mist
blocking our sight
an illusion
unhappy
gray
bleak
you die
we die
it w
I wish it just rain instead of little humid mist that is very eeky and make you sweaty.
Mist is a beautiful word, I automatically think of eeriness yet morbid beauty. Grass in the morning sun and the sweet smell of air and I also think of a dark dreary graveyard covered with misty air of deceased souls.
I was walking along the sea when the mist rolled in. It was thick and heavy, and reminded me of summers at camp. We would wake up early and head towards the mess hall, but wouldn’t be able to find our way. Sometimes we would run into the frisbee golf things. That would break up the monotony of a schedule dependent Christian camp.
mist
the mist of cum shot out of his erect cock and splattered against her face.
mist
the mist of rain. the mist setting on a hos. u spray it gently and softly and the kids giggle when it left little gray hairs on their head. the water is cold but the kids are full of joy.
I couldn’t see. Everywhere I turned, it was just mist as far as I could tell. Nothing could escape it’s grasp. I felt like it was suffocating me. I felt a sting and the warm sensation of blood spilling from me.
mist is misty.
mist
the mist was around the block. i could taste it. i was fasting and it tasted delicious. i wonder if G-d gave me that as a gift. somehow i doubt that. i am soo thirsty. hte mist makes light shine soo beautifully. its wet on my skin and makes it a little cooler.
walking in he mist I recalled a dream I had. I was walking in the mist recalling a dream of walking in the mist…
A refreshing sprinkle of dew amidst a flowing breeze.
chocolate peanut butter crush in the rain with your paws soaking wet, you devour it is amazing all is well and you realize that you are truly blessed not by just anything but by the rich goodness that comes with the butter and
When she awoke in the morning, all she could think of was how misty and foggy it was. Fine and transparent, the mist sat like a whitish curtain resting on the buildings of the city.
it falls from the sky and blocks your vision; it is peaceful, this lack of sight. I love mist. It is like the morning dew yet there at odd times. It is never fearful. It radiates peace and tranquility as well as blinders.
it was early, a light mist covered the field we fell asleep in. i looked to my side, you were there. we fell asleep under the stars…..
Its misty where I am. Its swirling and twirling and forming fingers that play in my hair, coming at me from every direction. But its beautiful and keeps me on my toes and I learn how to see with it and its okay.
There is a fine mist over the field. Looking out over it I’m not sure if I’m doing the right thing. I’m not sure if the path I’m on is going to lead me where I want to go. But, as I sit and think on these things, I feel a strange and unexpected sense of calm. Not knowing the path I’m on has taken a new and interesting sense of wonder.
mist is cold and it is a light rain. it feels good against the skin. it wets the skin. i enjoy mist. blah.
In the early morning mist I could barely make out a dark figure among the trees. I stepped closer and suddenly the creature jumped in front of me. It was a gloriously beautiful buck! I jumped back in surprise.
The mist above my head in the hazy afternoon
Reminds of pasing times
Time of me and you
Sleeping through the rain
No feelings of disdane
Towards any of our choices
We sang with all our voices
Raised in unison
On this Misty Afternoon
mist is a beautiful phenomonon. It is cool and refreshing and reminds me of the scope of the power of a waterfall. . mist is pretty sweet
on the ocean surface covered his view from her
mist is cool i like mist mist is awesome i think everyone should eat it every day because it is yummy and so beautiful and i just love it so much in the morning its like walking into a shower with a bunch of people it so cool and i wish it was misty all the time so i could eat it all and just be rolled around because something so sweet has to be fatty
the mist blocked my view of the harbor. i wanted to watch you sail away, but it was too thick to see. instead, i imagined your sadness and cried with you in my heart and soul. you were gone.
The mist swirls around the hills and the trees and pours into the valley and hides its inhabitants from view until the sun rises and melts it all away.
The mist swirls around the hills and the trees and pours into the valley and hides its inhabitants from view until the sun rises and melts it all away.
The Mist, by Stephen King
I remember driving home from my dad’s work, very late at night, listening to the book on tape of this story. It was a new technology featuring “3-Dimensional Sound.” We drove into a fogbank during the scarriest part.
grab the mist from your pockets, it’s burning a hole through the socket of my eye. take the mist out from your book bag and leave it for everyone to share on the table.