Misty could have many meanings. Misty is a common name for a girl, as well as many pets. Misty could also describe the weather, as defined as a water like haze. Misty could also be used as an adjective, as defined as something that is not clear. The adjective misty could be used to describe something physical, such as glass, or can be used in a figure of speech as something that is unknown or unclear.
misty told me about freedom and she told me it was fun and her teeth have a gap in the front and her hair is black and her skin is pale and this sounds like a love poem but its not. she told me about summer and about next year and about life and that.
I walked into the misty forest in Humboldt, CA. When I entered I felt as if my mind, body, and soul were finally at ease. The wind was so fresh that I could smell the lilacs from the house down the street. I felt safe, home, fresh, new. I felt as if my life had a meaning and was beginning.
and as i follow you out into the breezy early morning hours i see you for the first time. you look back at me wishing for things that fall a close second in my fuzzy thoughts. the smile never leaves my face even after i let go of the one thought i can’t get out of my head. “i want to be with you.” a slap to my face and i’m still in the dream unable to separate myself from you. since we saw each other i feel as if we’ve been in constant physical contact. you are physically touching me as you touch my heart. and no fog or mist will make what i see in you unclear.
When you see that one person and all of a sudden your inner vision fogs up and it’s misty. It’s like heat is rising from your heart to your eyes. Your pulse rate is going up. It’s not love maybe, but it’s close enough to make you giggle and laugh and act ridiculous. Then misty again when tears fog your vision when it’s over.
Misty. Hm. My first thought would have to be misty-eyed. As in crying. Is it sad that that was my first response at seeing the word misty? Why not think of a misty waterfall or something? I don’t know. In any case, being misty-eyed could be good or bad. I guess it depends on your situation and who you are interacting with.
Jaylynn looked out at the early morning sun, yesterday’s rain and today’s sunshine, caused a misty glow. She smiled and jumped out of bed, hurring to get dressed. She raced outside and into the mist, letting the moisture sock into her skin. She jogged down her street,her legs pumping.
The misty morning air hung from every tree branch and fence. I could see across the street and barely make out the features of the neighbors house. On mornings like these you could see every droplet in the air as if waiting for the right time to let gravity take its course.
“how do you do, mister? my name is misty. and although the night is young and i might seem frisky, i’d like to address a couple of threats that you might have noticed. like my friend here, Fred.”
0_0. and then he ran away.
Misty-eyed, he watched her leave. Her skirt swished as she ran down the path, past the reluctant gate guards and into the surrounding woodland. He knew where she was going, and the knowledge was a dull, throbbing ache in his temple.
The woods were misty after the most recent rain. Everything laced with a cloudiness that was slightly transparent. In front of the forrest stood a girl, who did not seem afraid. For she knew what lay in that forrest. No darkness could conquer the light she held inside.
The air was misty after last night’s storm. She walked outside and the dew in the air brought the breeze to life. Droplets stuck to her hair, dampening it. The grey sky seemed surprisingly happy.She decided the storm was a cleansing one, and the thought brought a new sense of hope to the day.
And the grass was misty, and they just waked up, the night of their lifes. Two strangers full of morning water, looking directly in their eyes knowing, that was their last moment together.
Misty is a nice word, it reminds me of the mist settings on hoses. The kind of feeling you get when just vapor is sprayed in your face- cool water vapor on a hot day, felt so nice, like getting cooled off without getting too wet. Having my cake and eating it too, if you will. I love weather like that too, weather thats misty. It makes the day feel a little more mysterious, adds a little of the unknown, which in turns makes it kind of romantic. In the genre sense at least.
It was cold. Dark. No one was in sight. The lone streetlamp shone on in the mist. A crushed firefly desperate for life. He was there, watching. Silent as the street.
misty means clouds. clouds close to the ground. almost like fog. a mist fog or a misty morning. i remember misty mornings when i was in elementary school. the air would tickle my cheeks. mom would kiss me goodbye as i ran across the street.
It was a misty morning and the beach was cloudy and wet. The sand congealed between my toes like stomping on soggy marshmellows. I made out your feet first, wearing your traditionally crafted brogues and stomping forward firmly. How could someone not want to love you the way I do? I ask myself. You looked outstanding and I knew from then on that it was supposed to be this way.
Final seconds, and we’re way past closing time. Should’a been gone hours ago, but all that’s left is my vision. Life is fuzzy looking up from the bottom of an empty glass. Misty, like the waves of an ocean crashing down and spraying out. Life’s too short, they say. Longest thing I ever did, I reply.
The bar leans into my face at a fifteen degree angle. Life’s a poker game and the whole world’s on tilt. I’m opening myself up to strange possibilities, opening old wounds to new salts. We dance on the slant as if by second nature.
She sees me listing. She heeds my answer to last call. If I can get one more drink down. If I can stomach this last sip. Maybe somewhere in this poison, I can find a clearing in the mist.
It’s what formed when I watched 127 Hours last night and realized that my lack of thirst and hunger and appreciation for life is making me disappear and drown in my tears. I’m no mountain man.
Tarin could feel the cool breeze slapping his eyes. That was a good enough excuse for the tears forming in his eye. It had nothing to do with the fight they just had–nothing to do with Eliott. The misty feeling of his eye had nothing to do with him.
misty is my 7 year old dog the cutest thing ever, she sleeps in my bedroom, in my bed. She loves to run with me all around the house its a wonderful expierience to have a dog.
trees curved over the path, roots seemed to slide under my toes, the air was light but it was hard to see. the way to get to the cottage deep in the woods was misty. i started to run. my dress caught a tree and tore from the hem line to a few inches above. my hair a knotted mess, flowed behind me as i steadily padded over the damp earth. i had only a half hour to get there or i would surely be consumed by the whispers of the woods. they would hiss my name and then i would feel them breathing on my shoulder, just to whisp away as i turned to them. they were cowardly but i was still more afraid of them than i was of the unknown that i was headed towards. my breaths became more shallow, for my lungs could only hold so much of the damp air. it was hard to see. only a few steps in front of me. but i kept pressing on. the unknown is somehow more comforting than the terror of hanging in the mist.
oh good grief the misty fog. hmmmm…splish splash i was taking a bath (what an AMAZING song :)) mistyu mistry web web maaaaaaaaaaaaalalalala. apples. misty apples! oh my goodness gracious must be delicious! not anything like those evil snow white apples. ewie! grosss! misted with melted sugar! yum! so fat…but so good!
sleeping people of the mist! rise from your low-drift and reclaim your minds that’ve settled for the dread mud of monday waking for work that never worked and never will as it robs the welfare of your soul.
It was a damp morning, damp enough to soak through my shoes as I walked to the mailbox. The mist had settled on the ground and could be seen as far as the mountains. It was a common thing here in the valley, but often accompanied the fierce dragons that flew nearby.
foggy it reminds me of a girl named misty maybe a dog. reminds me of a horror movie driving over the hills and seeing fog i’m not sure what the difference is between mist and fog misty also sounds like crying though or at least it has that connotation so it’s more emotional than fog?
A misty morning can be very serene, and can have a profound effect on the soul. Mist has the magic effect of stilling water, making it look like glass. Sometimes, I feel like skating across that glossy surface.
There was a misty gloom around her that she didn’t let anyone look through. Even if you tried to sneak a peek, she’d be quick to notice and would clutch that haze away from you with burning eyes. The only time I got close to knowing what was in that mist was when she was leaving me. And then, finally, I understood why she had to go.
Misty reminds me of the start of a Sherlock Holmes novel, a scary scene with hounds or something. It is setting the stage for the book, it is describing the night in question from the victim’s wife’s perspective or some such view. Misty may even be the novel’s first word.
It’s often misty in the mornings around here. I particularly notice it in the fall, over the creek. At least that’s when I remember noticing it. But this year I know it was happening in the spring too. Makes me want to stop and ponder the physics for a minute. I know if i took 60 seconds, I could figure it out.
Stand before the misty mountainside, ‘ere the other side you seek, lest you blunder, lest ye fall, beware the idle pointed peak. T’was once an ocean, and someday perhaps, shall it become again.
Misty could have many meanings. Misty is a common name for a girl, as well as many pets. Misty could also describe the weather, as defined as a water like haze. Misty could also be used as an adjective, as defined as something that is not clear. The adjective misty could be used to describe something physical, such as glass, or can be used in a figure of speech as something that is unknown or unclear.
the wind blew and a wave splashed against the shore. it created a misty, salty breeze that flew through the air and danced across her face.
misty told me about freedom and she told me it was fun and her teeth have a gap in the front and her hair is black and her skin is pale and this sounds like a love poem but its not. she told me about summer and about next year and about life and that.
I walked into the misty forest in Humboldt, CA. When I entered I felt as if my mind, body, and soul were finally at ease. The wind was so fresh that I could smell the lilacs from the house down the street. I felt safe, home, fresh, new. I felt as if my life had a meaning and was beginning.
and as i follow you out into the breezy early morning hours i see you for the first time. you look back at me wishing for things that fall a close second in my fuzzy thoughts. the smile never leaves my face even after i let go of the one thought i can’t get out of my head. “i want to be with you.” a slap to my face and i’m still in the dream unable to separate myself from you. since we saw each other i feel as if we’ve been in constant physical contact. you are physically touching me as you touch my heart. and no fog or mist will make what i see in you unclear.
When you see that one person and all of a sudden your inner vision fogs up and it’s misty. It’s like heat is rising from your heart to your eyes. Your pulse rate is going up. It’s not love maybe, but it’s close enough to make you giggle and laugh and act ridiculous. Then misty again when tears fog your vision when it’s over.
Misty. Hm. My first thought would have to be misty-eyed. As in crying. Is it sad that that was my first response at seeing the word misty? Why not think of a misty waterfall or something? I don’t know. In any case, being misty-eyed could be good or bad. I guess it depends on your situation and who you are interacting with.
Jaylynn looked out at the early morning sun, yesterday’s rain and today’s sunshine, caused a misty glow. She smiled and jumped out of bed, hurring to get dressed. She raced outside and into the mist, letting the moisture sock into her skin. She jogged down her street,her legs pumping.
The misty morning air hung from every tree branch and fence. I could see across the street and barely make out the features of the neighbors house. On mornings like these you could see every droplet in the air as if waiting for the right time to let gravity take its course.
“how do you do, mister? my name is misty. and although the night is young and i might seem frisky, i’d like to address a couple of threats that you might have noticed. like my friend here, Fred.”
0_0. and then he ran away.
Misty-eyed, he watched her leave. Her skirt swished as she ran down the path, past the reluctant gate guards and into the surrounding woodland. He knew where she was going, and the knowledge was a dull, throbbing ache in his temple.
The woods were misty after the most recent rain. Everything laced with a cloudiness that was slightly transparent. In front of the forrest stood a girl, who did not seem afraid. For she knew what lay in that forrest. No darkness could conquer the light she held inside.
The air was misty after last night’s storm. She walked outside and the dew in the air brought the breeze to life. Droplets stuck to her hair, dampening it. The grey sky seemed surprisingly happy.She decided the storm was a cleansing one, and the thought brought a new sense of hope to the day.
And the grass was misty, and they just waked up, the night of their lifes. Two strangers full of morning water, looking directly in their eyes knowing, that was their last moment together.
Misty is a nice word, it reminds me of the mist settings on hoses. The kind of feeling you get when just vapor is sprayed in your face- cool water vapor on a hot day, felt so nice, like getting cooled off without getting too wet. Having my cake and eating it too, if you will. I love weather like that too, weather thats misty. It makes the day feel a little more mysterious, adds a little of the unknown, which in turns makes it kind of romantic. In the genre sense at least.
It was cold. Dark. No one was in sight. The lone streetlamp shone on in the mist. A crushed firefly desperate for life. He was there, watching. Silent as the street.
misty means clouds. clouds close to the ground. almost like fog. a mist fog or a misty morning. i remember misty mornings when i was in elementary school. the air would tickle my cheeks. mom would kiss me goodbye as i ran across the street.
It was a misty morning and the beach was cloudy and wet. The sand congealed between my toes like stomping on soggy marshmellows. I made out your feet first, wearing your traditionally crafted brogues and stomping forward firmly. How could someone not want to love you the way I do? I ask myself. You looked outstanding and I knew from then on that it was supposed to be this way.
Final seconds, and we’re way past closing time. Should’a been gone hours ago, but all that’s left is my vision. Life is fuzzy looking up from the bottom of an empty glass. Misty, like the waves of an ocean crashing down and spraying out. Life’s too short, they say. Longest thing I ever did, I reply.
The bar leans into my face at a fifteen degree angle. Life’s a poker game and the whole world’s on tilt. I’m opening myself up to strange possibilities, opening old wounds to new salts. We dance on the slant as if by second nature.
She sees me listing. She heeds my answer to last call. If I can get one more drink down. If I can stomach this last sip. Maybe somewhere in this poison, I can find a clearing in the mist.
It’s what formed when I watched 127 Hours last night and realized that my lack of thirst and hunger and appreciation for life is making me disappear and drown in my tears. I’m no mountain man.
Misty was the BEST pokemon girl in the entire series. May was trying too hard and Dawn was a huge slut. ok i’m done
Tarin could feel the cool breeze slapping his eyes. That was a good enough excuse for the tears forming in his eye. It had nothing to do with the fight they just had–nothing to do with Eliott. The misty feeling of his eye had nothing to do with him.
It was all the breeze.
misty is my 7 year old dog the cutest thing ever, she sleeps in my bedroom, in my bed. She loves to run with me all around the house its a wonderful expierience to have a dog.
trees curved over the path, roots seemed to slide under my toes, the air was light but it was hard to see. the way to get to the cottage deep in the woods was misty. i started to run. my dress caught a tree and tore from the hem line to a few inches above. my hair a knotted mess, flowed behind me as i steadily padded over the damp earth. i had only a half hour to get there or i would surely be consumed by the whispers of the woods. they would hiss my name and then i would feel them breathing on my shoulder, just to whisp away as i turned to them. they were cowardly but i was still more afraid of them than i was of the unknown that i was headed towards. my breaths became more shallow, for my lungs could only hold so much of the damp air. it was hard to see. only a few steps in front of me. but i kept pressing on. the unknown is somehow more comforting than the terror of hanging in the mist.
oh good grief the misty fog. hmmmm…splish splash i was taking a bath (what an AMAZING song :)) mistyu mistry web web maaaaaaaaaaaaalalalala. apples. misty apples! oh my goodness gracious must be delicious! not anything like those evil snow white apples. ewie! grosss! misted with melted sugar! yum! so fat…but so good!
Through the misty streets of the city, I saw him, standing beneath a streetlight, waiting for something I would never know.
sleeping people of the mist! rise from your low-drift and reclaim your minds that’ve settled for the dread mud of monday waking for work that never worked and never will as it robs the welfare of your soul.
It was a damp morning, damp enough to soak through my shoes as I walked to the mailbox. The mist had settled on the ground and could be seen as far as the mountains. It was a common thing here in the valley, but often accompanied the fierce dragons that flew nearby.
it was a misty afternooon, it seeped over the valleys, consuming everything in sight, turning all into a hazy white, no trees, floor…. Simply white
It was a misty night. I was on the football field, and the mud was slick. I slipped and fell on the ground while trying to tackle another player.
foggy it reminds me of a girl named misty maybe a dog. reminds me of a horror movie driving over the hills and seeing fog i’m not sure what the difference is between mist and fog misty also sounds like crying though or at least it has that connotation so it’s more emotional than fog?
A misty morning can be very serene, and can have a profound effect on the soul. Mist has the magic effect of stilling water, making it look like glass. Sometimes, I feel like skating across that glossy surface.
There was a misty gloom around her that she didn’t let anyone look through. Even if you tried to sneak a peek, she’d be quick to notice and would clutch that haze away from you with burning eyes. The only time I got close to knowing what was in that mist was when she was leaving me. And then, finally, I understood why she had to go.
white fog runs over the playground
it is cold and wet in Santa Cruz
light rain
mist gets into your bones
makes you tired
but so mysterious
Misty reminds me of the start of a Sherlock Holmes novel, a scary scene with hounds or something. It is setting the stage for the book, it is describing the night in question from the victim’s wife’s perspective or some such view. Misty may even be the novel’s first word.
Fog settles down behind my eyes, clouding my mind, it’s harder to think now when my brain feels like an island shrouded in mist.
It’s often misty in the mornings around here. I particularly notice it in the fall, over the creek. At least that’s when I remember noticing it. But this year I know it was happening in the spring too. Makes me want to stop and ponder the physics for a minute. I know if i took 60 seconds, I could figure it out.
my eyes are misty with tears.
Why so soon?
This goodbye should have been
long down the road.
Why now?
Why you?
No, why me?
Stand before the misty mountainside, ‘ere the other side you seek, lest you blunder, lest ye fall, beware the idle pointed peak. T’was once an ocean, and someday perhaps, shall it become again.
the rain started ralling onto the home by the bay. It was a misty rain, the type that makes you feel comforted for almost no reason at all.