like a misty breeze, on a sweet summer day. or evening. hummingsbirds lurch amoung the branches, as a cool misty morning stems into a day. and on into the night. like a cloudy air of dew, hitting the point of liquidation from a gas.
She came out through the mist like a specter. Her body was thin and frail, the sight sending chills down my spine. It was like seeing the ghost of my mother while she was still breathing.
misty the dog. haze pollution. the notebook the movie, storms rolling in and a really large thunderstorm. taking time to enjoy things like that and things that are romantic. water and swans and north carolina. home. grandparents house
misty moon cloud blowing in the dust. “where are you from” she asked. I can’t tell you. “why are you here?” for you. “what do you want” our technology led me here. I need you in my life.
deep shallow and round, the people love to hear the things that make them breath… love what happnes and feel the life within all of us. THE SOUNDS OF NATURE ARE EVERY WHERE
The foggy dew, the mist that descends over valleys, covers the land. It can shroud us, make us lost, but what you can find may be interesting, Things you wouldn’t notice normally.
wet. annoying. i wish that it would rain hard instead of misting. it means that there are probably clouds in the sky and it is a gloomy day. i think that you need an umbrella when it is misting. there should be a mist characteristic on the weather channel for mist.
mist is fog, it’s in the air. it can cause confusion. mist could also be something bad, something you can’t control. it may make you feel vulnerable, to not know what’s going on around you. it could impair your sight and smell, and it could also impair your driving. mist could somehow alter emotions.
The mist of blood droplets wells up from my skin. How many times did I run the razor over my arm? And what’s the first thing I think? Damn, I’ll have to wear long sleeves for my job interview tomorrow.
The mist is thick on my tongue as I try to tell you how I feel. They’re coming through the trees behind you and I don’t have very long before they take me away, i need to tell you now.
Hide things from view.
Important things.
Things that would normally seem important, insignificant, but hold true meaning.
A fine dusting. A fine thing.
i think of a haze, a light fog that comes over the morning and is gone by breakfast. maybe it sticks around, or pops its head in here and there. sometimes, i light misty rain feels good on a hot day. sometimes, it’s so annoying on your windshield wipers that you can’t find the proper setting for them.
gorillas in the mist was a pretty good movie. i dig sigourney though so it’s an easy stretch. occasionally i’ll enjoy some irish mist, but only with my father-in-law and usually only on st pat’s day. i get misty just thinking about it.
the mist gave way to my hair as it tangled around my face expecting to strangle me. i am nothing more then his worse enemy as he runs from me faster than i ran towars him. why cant i understand him or better yet why cant he understand me
Mist flows across the plains as the fog rolls in the day after the rain fell from the heavens, drenching the land. The mist; it’s white, peraly, delicious, and as it sweeps towards the kingdom of satanicus, the epasants glance at it and know that the time of reckoning is nigh upon them; for, indeed, the mist signifies satan as approaching, and no one approves of his unjust rule. People do not like the devil, for whatever ye
by Timothy Barnes/moosemanxl@gmail.com on 09.30.2009
She fumbled through the dark mist of the forest. She felt the moist bark of the trees, tripped over unruly weeds and roots. She was searching for something, but what it was, she didn’t know.
hit us hard. we stood in the shower, the three of us, the heavy steam like mist floating between our gazes. the blunt we passed thick and sweet, our eyes growing brighter with each long hit.
eddie looked down at me, smiled, shook his head, put a hand on my shoulder. i laughed a little and didn’t quite know why.
in the morning – coming in from the sea. Bringing with it promises, hopes and mystery. Which will it bring tomorrow? Will it clear and pave the way for sunshine and fortunes – or will it remain as a shroud, groping, asking, pleading, trying to find its place.
It is a beautiful phenomenon that is found after a rain or around a lake in the morning. What a wonderful sensation it is to walk through the mist and contemplate life.
mist is wet. It feels good on hot days. They have mist machines at Hershy Park. I was with my cousing the last time I was under those machines. She’s in rehab now. I look back on that…and I’m glad.
The mist distorted any vision of the area around me, and there was no telling what was going on past the cloudy covering. The only thing I could discern past the fog completely mutilating my ability to see was two figures, fighting frantically, then a scream.
The morning brings a simple mist. Crisp to taste wet to touch. You feel it when you go outside, it brings a bliss to your mind. The morning sun slowly rises, the misty sky slowly dry.
mist
like a misty breeze, on a sweet summer day. or evening. hummingsbirds lurch amoung the branches, as a cool misty morning stems into a day. and on into the night. like a cloudy air of dew, hitting the point of liquidation from a gas.
Into the mist she rode, uncaring if she and her beast stumbled in the damp night. She no longer cared about pain.
morning fog, dew, wet grass. young children. fresh spring air. feeling free and alive. spirited. amazing. wet and cool. simplicity.
As I walked across the parking lot a light mist covered my glasses.
She came out through the mist like a specter. Her body was thin and frail, the sight sending chills down my spine. It was like seeing the ghost of my mother while she was still breathing.
misty the dog. haze pollution. the notebook the movie, storms rolling in and a really large thunderstorm. taking time to enjoy things like that and things that are romantic. water and swans and north carolina. home. grandparents house
mist mistted matted running sleeping dreaming all in a curl
car cosy lost careless going no where
no where’s fine
this word makes mee think about rainy days
the morning air was crisp as the sun edged over the moor.
A heavy mist lay scatterd up on the ground.
Far away the troops could be heard
damp foggy it gets wet hard to see gets in your eyes hard to shake rain water refreshing
misty moon cloud blowing in the dust. “where are you from” she asked. I can’t tell you. “why are you here?” for you. “what do you want” our technology led me here. I need you in my life.
sierra pop waterfalls misty fog rainbow dew morning evening spritz quench cool
deep shallow and round, the people love to hear the things that make them breath… love what happnes and feel the life within all of us. THE SOUNDS OF NATURE ARE EVERY WHERE
The foggy dew, the mist that descends over valleys, covers the land. It can shroud us, make us lost, but what you can find may be interesting, Things you wouldn’t notice normally.
wet. annoying. i wish that it would rain hard instead of misting. it means that there are probably clouds in the sky and it is a gloomy day. i think that you need an umbrella when it is misting. there should be a mist characteristic on the weather channel for mist.
there was a thick mist in the air.she was ruuning fast to get away from her lover, for she couldnt bear to look at him with such pain in his eyes.
mist is fog, it’s in the air. it can cause confusion. mist could also be something bad, something you can’t control. it may make you feel vulnerable, to not know what’s going on around you. it could impair your sight and smell, and it could also impair your driving. mist could somehow alter emotions.
The mist of blood droplets wells up from my skin. How many times did I run the razor over my arm? And what’s the first thing I think? Damn, I’ll have to wear long sleeves for my job interview tomorrow.
play misty for me, misty sexy girl come from the mist
The mist is thick on my tongue as I try to tell you how I feel. They’re coming through the trees behind you and I don’t have very long before they take me away, i need to tell you now.
“My dear Mercy, I killed your sister.”
i feel it on my face just before it rains. it feels like a hair that i can’t seem to scratch off my face. it kind of makes me itch and it is wet.
Hide things from view.
Important things.
Things that would normally seem important, insignificant, but hold true meaning.
A fine dusting. A fine thing.
foggy. wet. damp. dewey.
i think of a haze, a light fog that comes over the morning and is gone by breakfast. maybe it sticks around, or pops its head in here and there. sometimes, i light misty rain feels good on a hot day. sometimes, it’s so annoying on your windshield wipers that you can’t find the proper setting for them.
gorillas in the mist was a pretty good movie. i dig sigourney though so it’s an easy stretch. occasionally i’ll enjoy some irish mist, but only with my father-in-law and usually only on st pat’s day. i get misty just thinking about it.
As the autumn mist settled across the river valley, Michele thought to herself, “How am I going to tell my family?”.
the mist gave way to my hair as it tangled around my face expecting to strangle me. i am nothing more then his worse enemy as he runs from me faster than i ran towars him. why cant i understand him or better yet why cant he understand me
Mist flows across the plains as the fog rolls in the day after the rain fell from the heavens, drenching the land. The mist; it’s white, peraly, delicious, and as it sweeps towards the kingdom of satanicus, the epasants glance at it and know that the time of reckoning is nigh upon them; for, indeed, the mist signifies satan as approaching, and no one approves of his unjust rule. People do not like the devil, for whatever ye
She fumbled through the dark mist of the forest. She felt the moist bark of the trees, tripped over unruly weeds and roots. She was searching for something, but what it was, she didn’t know.
hit us hard. we stood in the shower, the three of us, the heavy steam like mist floating between our gazes. the blunt we passed thick and sweet, our eyes growing brighter with each long hit.
eddie looked down at me, smiled, shook his head, put a hand on my shoulder. i laughed a little and didn’t quite know why.
one day i will see through the mist that coats my mind
in the morning – coming in from the sea. Bringing with it promises, hopes and mystery. Which will it bring tomorrow? Will it clear and pave the way for sunshine and fortunes – or will it remain as a shroud, groping, asking, pleading, trying to find its place.
misty skies cover the earth the rain drops silently and yet the grass is filled with the loudest dew you could ever hear
It is a beautiful phenomenon that is found after a rain or around a lake in the morning. What a wonderful sensation it is to walk through the mist and contemplate life.
mist is wet. It feels good on hot days. They have mist machines at Hershy Park. I was with my cousing the last time I was under those machines. She’s in rehab now. I look back on that…and I’m glad.
mist.
my head is not thinking cognitively right now.
Walking down a misty lane,
thro’ lands so sweet and fair,
I heard a voice that spoke my name,
but there was no one there.
The mist distorted any vision of the area around me, and there was no telling what was going on past the cloudy covering. The only thing I could discern past the fog completely mutilating my ability to see was two figures, fighting frantically, then a scream.
we mist you, ziva
The morning brings a simple mist. Crisp to taste wet to touch. You feel it when you go outside, it brings a bliss to your mind. The morning sun slowly rises, the misty sky slowly dry.