rain..fog..winter..cold.gray…i want a sierra mist…i think it would taste good..the soda and mist both have clear qualities. mmmmmmm
Lucille McThompson
There was mist in the air when i woke up and walked outside this morning. It was a refreshing change to the 100 degree heat we had been having. Oh what joy I could see in the children when playing outside while it was misting. What a refreshing change! Everyone in the town was overjoyed.
Miranda Burns
It is the covering of the earth. It blinds us to those things unimportant and only allows us to see the big things, the big picture. What would we do if every day was crisp and clear? Life would be boring. It is light and airy.
Karen
The mist falls over our eyes again and we crave some sort of new feeling from this life, but alas there is none. It’s just that same almost-wishing and that same almost-being and none of us can truly say we’ve lived, any more. Look at us, we’re just another pathetic excuse for a human being.
Tammy
Refresh. The mist of rain fell softly on my face, refreshing me as I traveled along the trail in the forest. It was a beautiful, perfect day. Serene. Relaxing.
Emily
i love yyyyyou(:
lalal (:
mist in the night
mist owns the night
the mist over your eye
means nothing is right
mist on the horizont
means
just may be means
oxx
i have a friend who ha a friend named misty. she seems all fuzzy and nice and kinda not see through. but we like her anyway. mist seems to me like misty. of course, mist is ALSO that stuff that comes after a rain which is nice and dewey. but our friend misty isnt very dewey.
friend
the mist was light and left a dewy residue across everything. It was sunny and beautiful
Anonymous
in the mist of the mornin i will remeber all that ever happen all that ever was. I want to be more than i mist, maybe a drop maybe a stream. mist is okay it will be okay bein a mist all will be okay new days
boone
blanketing the floor in a cool mist
we looked upon the world
everything in motion
sights we heard as sounds
high above the ground
the answer to be found
rachel
wet water hose feels good light rain clear fog glistening tickle
Lily
Through the mist I walk. I walk until there is nothing left to walk through. End of the earth is inevitable.
Austin
I missed the mist that had come up around me, only to disappear. I hated fog, but the surreal beauty of the mist impressed me deeply, to the point where I was only happy when I was hidden among the white mists. I hated the sun, because I was a vampire, but the mist suited me fine, although thankfully I didn’t sparkle, because I am a real vampire, that eats people and has to survive.
AbandoningReality
light sprinkling
dew falling
hints of more to come
calming
relaxing
love the feel of mist on my face
(not on my glasses)
water and air mix and merge
leaving me refreshed
Laura
misty rain doesn’t make my day. . . walking across campus in the mist with my hair becoming frizzy makes me wonder why i even took the time to get ready this morning. . . misty rain doesn’t make my day
shelby
Mist is water that is almost as thick as rain, but is floating in the air, unlike dew which sticks to the ground or leaves. Mist can be man-made by using a hose or it can happen under a waterfall… the waterfall type is preferable.
David
Mist just is. It surrounds you.
Anonymous
a beuatiful whit fog that surround and envelopes a portion of the earth. It has a small chilling feel to it as you pass through it and it is kinda of white. When you see a mist you feel as though there has been a rain fall.
BUXation
The thick mist of the fog blocked the vision of every driver.
Anonymous
mist sprinkles down upon me. a little shower as i head to school. but i must go grab a jacket. my hair can’t handle this. i’m glad it won’t put out my cigarette. where’s the fog. i like fog better than mist.
amanda
rain
Anonymous
i walk through the cluded land my thoughts are aming the dust and lint in my pocket. i don’t know where i’m stumbling. i just keep on walking. with out sight. through the clouded land.
Jackson
is a water vapor in the air. kinda like a mixture of rain and fog. can make it with a hose. feels nice when you are hot and need something to cool off with.
cecilia
rain
ashley
her eyes were beautiful. the fog came over the water slowly, enveloping everything beneath it. i caught my breath and gazed deeper. she smiled and winked. best 50 i ever spent.
meh
dripping wet off deep purple clusters of grapes; fat droplets, squeezing, sweating in the morning cool. my skin dressed with goosebumps. I shiver.
chloe
the mist settled over the small town, setting the scene for what was about to occur that night. He looked out his window and saw that it was time. He moved towards the door, his senses at their peak, ready for the action to begin. She could not hear him, or see him through the mist, which would only make things easier than what they already would be.
Olivia
water flowing through the veins of air…slowly cooling the body to a weak, but better point.
Pipsqueakingapple
the mist comes in heaps, as we wallour bodies forward, floating from place to place, with bent careless arms, open to catch,
anything.
Anonymous
Mist is the mysterious landscaping of my thoughts. To get lost and allow my mind to wander where it hasn’t been before. To allow me to be free.
Teresa
There was a mist that came over the forest as the boy and girl ran as fast as they could. This mist had an eerie feeling to it and they couldn’t figure out why… something must be following them they decided as they picked up the pace. Why was this monster after them, what did they do to deserve this?
eliza
i love the mist. it’s like rain but better becuase you don’t get soaking wet. it’s cool, it’s wet and it’s awesome right in the middle of a hot day or right as your leaving to go home. mist can also be like the mist of an aerosol can or the mist of a spray bottle. these mists, though sometimes good, aren’t quite as good as the rain mist.
Nina
a cool bloom on my face. the mornings, green mornings, with the trees standinding in stark contrast to the deep blue sky. the sky that goes on forever, galaxies, universes, dimensions, infinity. i want love, i want to be loved and love the world.
david
mist. fog. shadows. it’s all dark and gloomy. mist is what makes a part of you disappear.
michelle
Mist is today; it rainy and blue. Weak light, energizing. It makes people at school shut up, which is a welcome relief. I love days like this, when everything seems blanketed in silence. It smells crisp.
Damien
whats this shit!
yo
Mist
Mist descending on the city. It hides the grime, the dust, the sins. Wet and cold it envelopes me in warmth; I feel safe in it
Michelle M
is fogg and dark at night the low clouds move in and the brake lights can just be seen. You could almost float in the delicate mist.
Jamie Clark
mist. first off sierra mist. does mind my mind is controlled by commericial highly produced beverages? its sad thats the first thing I think of.
rain..fog..winter..cold.gray…i want a sierra mist…i think it would taste good..the soda and mist both have clear qualities. mmmmmmm
There was mist in the air when i woke up and walked outside this morning. It was a refreshing change to the 100 degree heat we had been having. Oh what joy I could see in the children when playing outside while it was misting. What a refreshing change! Everyone in the town was overjoyed.
It is the covering of the earth. It blinds us to those things unimportant and only allows us to see the big things, the big picture. What would we do if every day was crisp and clear? Life would be boring. It is light and airy.
The mist falls over our eyes again and we crave some sort of new feeling from this life, but alas there is none. It’s just that same almost-wishing and that same almost-being and none of us can truly say we’ve lived, any more. Look at us, we’re just another pathetic excuse for a human being.
Refresh. The mist of rain fell softly on my face, refreshing me as I traveled along the trail in the forest. It was a beautiful, perfect day. Serene. Relaxing.
i love yyyyyou(:
mist in the night
mist owns the night
the mist over your eye
means nothing is right
mist on the horizont
means
just may be means
i have a friend who ha a friend named misty. she seems all fuzzy and nice and kinda not see through. but we like her anyway. mist seems to me like misty. of course, mist is ALSO that stuff that comes after a rain which is nice and dewey. but our friend misty isnt very dewey.
the mist was light and left a dewy residue across everything. It was sunny and beautiful
in the mist of the mornin i will remeber all that ever happen all that ever was. I want to be more than i mist, maybe a drop maybe a stream. mist is okay it will be okay bein a mist all will be okay new days
blanketing the floor in a cool mist
we looked upon the world
everything in motion
sights we heard as sounds
high above the ground
the answer to be found
wet water hose feels good light rain clear fog glistening tickle
Through the mist I walk. I walk until there is nothing left to walk through. End of the earth is inevitable.
I missed the mist that had come up around me, only to disappear. I hated fog, but the surreal beauty of the mist impressed me deeply, to the point where I was only happy when I was hidden among the white mists. I hated the sun, because I was a vampire, but the mist suited me fine, although thankfully I didn’t sparkle, because I am a real vampire, that eats people and has to survive.
light sprinkling
dew falling
hints of more to come
calming
relaxing
love the feel of mist on my face
(not on my glasses)
water and air mix and merge
leaving me refreshed
misty rain doesn’t make my day. . . walking across campus in the mist with my hair becoming frizzy makes me wonder why i even took the time to get ready this morning. . . misty rain doesn’t make my day
Mist is water that is almost as thick as rain, but is floating in the air, unlike dew which sticks to the ground or leaves. Mist can be man-made by using a hose or it can happen under a waterfall… the waterfall type is preferable.
Mist just is. It surrounds you.
a beuatiful whit fog that surround and envelopes a portion of the earth. It has a small chilling feel to it as you pass through it and it is kinda of white. When you see a mist you feel as though there has been a rain fall.
The thick mist of the fog blocked the vision of every driver.
mist sprinkles down upon me. a little shower as i head to school. but i must go grab a jacket. my hair can’t handle this. i’m glad it won’t put out my cigarette. where’s the fog. i like fog better than mist.
rain
i walk through the cluded land my thoughts are aming the dust and lint in my pocket. i don’t know where i’m stumbling. i just keep on walking. with out sight. through the clouded land.
is a water vapor in the air. kinda like a mixture of rain and fog. can make it with a hose. feels nice when you are hot and need something to cool off with.
rain
her eyes were beautiful. the fog came over the water slowly, enveloping everything beneath it. i caught my breath and gazed deeper. she smiled and winked. best 50 i ever spent.
dripping wet off deep purple clusters of grapes; fat droplets, squeezing, sweating in the morning cool. my skin dressed with goosebumps. I shiver.
the mist settled over the small town, setting the scene for what was about to occur that night. He looked out his window and saw that it was time. He moved towards the door, his senses at their peak, ready for the action to begin. She could not hear him, or see him through the mist, which would only make things easier than what they already would be.
water flowing through the veins of air…slowly cooling the body to a weak, but better point.
the mist comes in heaps, as we wallour bodies forward, floating from place to place, with bent careless arms, open to catch,
anything.
Mist is the mysterious landscaping of my thoughts. To get lost and allow my mind to wander where it hasn’t been before. To allow me to be free.
There was a mist that came over the forest as the boy and girl ran as fast as they could. This mist had an eerie feeling to it and they couldn’t figure out why… something must be following them they decided as they picked up the pace. Why was this monster after them, what did they do to deserve this?
i love the mist. it’s like rain but better becuase you don’t get soaking wet. it’s cool, it’s wet and it’s awesome right in the middle of a hot day or right as your leaving to go home. mist can also be like the mist of an aerosol can or the mist of a spray bottle. these mists, though sometimes good, aren’t quite as good as the rain mist.
a cool bloom on my face. the mornings, green mornings, with the trees standinding in stark contrast to the deep blue sky. the sky that goes on forever, galaxies, universes, dimensions, infinity. i want love, i want to be loved and love the world.
mist. fog. shadows. it’s all dark and gloomy. mist is what makes a part of you disappear.
Mist is today; it rainy and blue. Weak light, energizing. It makes people at school shut up, which is a welcome relief. I love days like this, when everything seems blanketed in silence. It smells crisp.
whats this shit!
Mist
Mist descending on the city. It hides the grime, the dust, the sins. Wet and cold it envelopes me in warmth; I feel safe in it
is fogg and dark at night the low clouds move in and the brake lights can just be seen. You could almost float in the delicate mist.
mist. first off sierra mist. does mind my mind is controlled by commericial highly produced beverages? its sad thats the first thing I think of.