its covering us everywhere in our heads everyday we pretend that we will know what lies upon the other side but the truth is we’ll never really understand what we are dealing with because we are unsure of what was there to begin with
When I first saw the little horse, she couldn’t have been more stuck in the mud. Her mane blew winded while her voice whinnied for help. I knew by the grey color of her skin that she was called misty. But I didn’t know how to pull her out and get her going again. My own horse Frank stomped down towards the mud and eyed the little filly. I eventually got Frank to step down and we hoisted the horse out and over the mud bank.
IN THE MISTY MOUNTAINS OF THE ALPS THERE LIVES A TERROR BEYOND TERROR. oNE THAT THE LOCALS CALL NABUTCHA. wHEN YOU SEE A NABUTCHA YOU WILL SCREAM IN TERROR AND SHIT A COW.
It felt nice, wreathed by mist in the dewy dawn. When he encountered another camper in his morning stroll, there would be that period of time where each person saw the other come into view slowly. Mist gave more time for each to anticipate and imagine the other.
The misty morning of the new day was more than I could bare. Had been this way for what seemed everlasting. But really, deep down inside I knew that there was only one thing everlasting, Jesus, the one that could save one from the mist of troubles.
The early morning sun was just coming up over the horizon. Shelly walked out onto her balcony to see if she could spot any dolphins in the firey ocean. The mist from the night collected over her tables and chairs and she couldn’t help but draw funny little pictures.
the sky was very dull on that school day. Part of it due to the fact that being the nerd that I am I decided to wake up way to early. There was not a soul in site on my way to my bus stop. I was only 14. And everything seemed like out of a horror movie.
still misty – hmmm??? how often is this changed? i was hoping once a day. ANYWHOO. this is the 3rd time i’ve written on this website. pretty MISTY, huh? no – not a correct use of the word? whatever. okay so misty misty misty monday mornings make me kinda frisky ha ha ha ha just kidding monday mornings don’t make anyone frisky, especially if they’re misty la di da di da.
Once when I was younger it was especially misty out, my father said. Son, you can either sit and stare out your window wondering why its misty and raining, or you can thank God you have a window to look out. :)
Misty, I amn’t supposed to think about it…but I can’t stop myself. So instead I feel this word. Misty. To me misty takes me home. Home to the damp, cold, comforting blanket of air that
The misty fog covered her face as she ran through the marsh. Only one thought pulsed through her brain as her feet pounded against the damp earth. I have to make it in time. Time ticked away in her body to the sound of her beating heart as she flew through the dancing air.
The fog settled. Everything was a blur. The dawn wasn’t coming, she knew that now. She can wait for eternity, but no one’s coming. She wiped her misty eyes and stood up, for the first time in a while and walked into the heart of the fog.
Raks you disappointed me a lot. You told me that you might buy some new clothes for me. you agreed to offer a day out with me but you lied. but the situation is rough. It will happen definitely once. i am waiting for that opportunity.
How ironic I think as she steps forward to spell her given word. “M-I-S-T-Y. Misty.” The five year old spelling bee hopeful announces to the judges. Rubbing her hands against each other anxiously awaiting the verdict. “That would be correct.” The young girl nods respectively to the judges and returns to her seat smiling from ear to ear awaiting the next round. I return the smile with a thumbs up sign, as proud as punch of my daughter Misty.
How ironic I think as she steps forward to spell her given word. “M-I-S-T-Y. Misty.” The five year old spelling bee hopeful announces to the judges. Rubbing her hands against each other anxiously awaiting the verdict. “That would be correct.” The young girl nods respectively to the judges and returns to her seat smiling from ear to ear awaiting the next round. I return the smile with a thumbs up sign, as proud as punch of my daughter Misty.
The misty sky obscured the top of the mountain. The cliff looked endless from where he stood. “I have to climb this?” He said. Nobody else was around. He started toward the trail.
The cloudy gray that you see before the dawn of light. That signal that lets you know that brightness is coming. Temporary clouds before the sun to illuminate all that is creative in you.
The misty day was beginning to bug me. It was thick enough to be a blanket. Spread far enough to be an ocean. It’s a misty day, did I already say that? I’m cooped up inside because we’ve been advised to stay off the roads and indoors. It’s that bad. I need to go out though. I need my McDonalds – it’s one of them comfort food days too…
the sky was misty when we left. stuffed up with fog, clouds congesting the sky like a cold and every once in a while, someone would look up to check if it was raining yet.
We found ourselves on a misty beach, the salty air stinging our eyes. Mitch found what he thought was the best location and we set aside our treasure to begin digging.
I woke up this morning, sweating. I didn’t realize it was a dream until I woke up. It was absolutely vivid, I was walking down a rough path, mist all around me, and I felt that I was being followed.
A moonlight shadow fading across the sky, creates a thin layer blanket across the night. It reminds you of eery ghost stories and the type of things Michael jackson sang about. It feels cool against the skin causing goose pimples.
The night was was mist and we had difficulty in seeing the path that lead to the great house that we were visiting. We had to stop and wait for our tour guide to come and assist us in get to the entrance.
misty eyes looking at me with a bit of sadness in them slightly tearing in them grey eyed in them i told the truth into them through misty eyes of mine misty voiced in them
I’ll find out who you are, you misty afterglow coming out my cup. Are you real are you what? I’m you, and that’s not enough? It’s alright for me, but I’d like you too understand me.
What the hell? Uh this is strange, ummm, see here, i’m writing this and I don’t really know wa to do, thoiught htis is interesting, si t=just think and writ, eh? Hmmm, interesting,,,, nice though, as i’m typign fast, and it just finished, so yeah.
its covering us everywhere in our heads everyday we pretend that we will know what lies upon the other side but the truth is we’ll never really understand what we are dealing with because we are unsure of what was there to begin with
When I first saw the little horse, she couldn’t have been more stuck in the mud. Her mane blew winded while her voice whinnied for help. I knew by the grey color of her skin that she was called misty. But I didn’t know how to pull her out and get her going again. My own horse Frank stomped down towards the mud and eyed the little filly. I eventually got Frank to step down and we hoisted the horse out and over the mud bank.
IN THE MISTY MOUNTAINS OF THE ALPS THERE LIVES A TERROR BEYOND TERROR. oNE THAT THE LOCALS CALL NABUTCHA. wHEN YOU SEE A NABUTCHA YOU WILL SCREAM IN TERROR AND SHIT A COW.
It felt nice, wreathed by mist in the dewy dawn. When he encountered another camper in his morning stroll, there would be that period of time where each person saw the other come into view slowly. Mist gave more time for each to anticipate and imagine the other.
The atmosphere was misty. There was something wrong going on.
“Is it just me or is there something wrong with the air…?” David asked.
“You’re going blind. I was just smoking but don’t tell,” Ms. Smith whispered.
The misty morning of the new day was more than I could bare. Had been this way for what seemed everlasting. But really, deep down inside I knew that there was only one thing everlasting, Jesus, the one that could save one from the mist of troubles.
The early morning sun was just coming up over the horizon. Shelly walked out onto her balcony to see if she could spot any dolphins in the firey ocean. The mist from the night collected over her tables and chairs and she couldn’t help but draw funny little pictures.
the sky was very dull on that school day. Part of it due to the fact that being the nerd that I am I decided to wake up way to early. There was not a soul in site on my way to my bus stop. I was only 14. And everything seemed like out of a horror movie.
still misty – hmmm??? how often is this changed? i was hoping once a day. ANYWHOO. this is the 3rd time i’ve written on this website. pretty MISTY, huh? no – not a correct use of the word? whatever. okay so misty misty misty monday mornings make me kinda frisky ha ha ha ha just kidding monday mornings don’t make anyone frisky, especially if they’re misty la di da di da.
Once when I was younger it was especially misty out, my father said. Son, you can either sit and stare out your window wondering why its misty and raining, or you can thank God you have a window to look out. :)
Misty, I amn’t supposed to think about it…but I can’t stop myself. So instead I feel this word. Misty. To me misty takes me home. Home to the damp, cold, comforting blanket of air that
The misty fog covered her face as she ran through the marsh. Only one thought pulsed through her brain as her feet pounded against the damp earth. I have to make it in time. Time ticked away in her body to the sound of her beating heart as she flew through the dancing air.
the sky is misty this means is not clear it also is used to decribe crying or tears in eyes her eyes were misty with tears
The fog settled. Everything was a blur. The dawn wasn’t coming, she knew that now. She can wait for eternity, but no one’s coming. She wiped her misty eyes and stood up, for the first time in a while and walked into the heart of the fog.
Raks you disappointed me a lot. You told me that you might buy some new clothes for me. you agreed to offer a day out with me but you lied. but the situation is rough. It will happen definitely once. i am waiting for that opportunity.
How ironic I think as she steps forward to spell her given word. “M-I-S-T-Y. Misty.” The five year old spelling bee hopeful announces to the judges. Rubbing her hands against each other anxiously awaiting the verdict. “That would be correct.” The young girl nods respectively to the judges and returns to her seat smiling from ear to ear awaiting the next round. I return the smile with a thumbs up sign, as proud as punch of my daughter Misty.
How ironic I think as she steps forward to spell her given word. “M-I-S-T-Y. Misty.” The five year old spelling bee hopeful announces to the judges. Rubbing her hands against each other anxiously awaiting the verdict. “That would be correct.” The young girl nods respectively to the judges and returns to her seat smiling from ear to ear awaiting the next round. I return the smile with a thumbs up sign, as proud as punch of my daughter Misty.
The misty sky obscured the top of the mountain. The cliff looked endless from where he stood. “I have to climb this?” He said. Nobody else was around. He started toward the trail.
The cloudy gray that you see before the dawn of light. That signal that lets you know that brightness is coming. Temporary clouds before the sun to illuminate all that is creative in you.
The misty day was beginning to bug me. It was thick enough to be a blanket. Spread far enough to be an ocean. It’s a misty day, did I already say that? I’m cooped up inside because we’ve been advised to stay off the roads and indoors. It’s that bad. I need to go out though. I need my McDonalds – it’s one of them comfort food days too…
the sky was misty when we left. stuffed up with fog, clouds congesting the sky like a cold and every once in a while, someone would look up to check if it was raining yet.
We found ourselves on a misty beach, the salty air stinging our eyes. Mitch found what he thought was the best location and we set aside our treasure to begin digging.
I woke up this morning, sweating. I didn’t realize it was a dream until I woke up. It was absolutely vivid, I was walking down a rough path, mist all around me, and I felt that I was being followed.
name of a girl
probably a bengali girl. also name of a dish in india
Water is cool because it turns into mist. I like misty drinks because they look mysterious to me.
I like misty drinks, and mist. Its cooling abilities astound me. Sometimes I wish I could spread round the world like mist and hug everyone.
A moonlight shadow fading across the sky, creates a thin layer blanket across the night. It reminds you of eery ghost stories and the type of things Michael jackson sang about. It feels cool against the skin causing goose pimples.
It was early morning and she stepped out into the meadow. The ground was covered in a misty blanket of protection. She smiled.
Van Morrison. Sweet Thing. one of the lines say, “We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty wet with rain.” One of my favorite songs!
I’m loving this misty afternoon, feels so great to be here, this place full of inspiration.
foggy, driving rain. We’d had most types of weather in the past week, unfortunately, they were all English.
The night was was mist and we had difficulty in seeing the path that lead to the great house that we were visiting. We had to stop and wait for our tour guide to come and assist us in get to the entrance.
Misty was my best friends cousin she was a slut who stole from jessicas dad and very confrontational
misty eyes looking at me with a bit of sadness in them slightly tearing in them grey eyed in them i told the truth into them through misty eyes of mine misty voiced in them
I’ll find out who you are, you misty afterglow coming out my cup. Are you real are you what? I’m you, and that’s not enough? It’s alright for me, but I’d like you too understand me.
Misty? I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS? Is it the girl protagonist of “Pokemon”. Im sorry.
What the hell? Uh this is strange, ummm, see here, i’m writing this and I don’t really know wa to do, thoiught htis is interesting, si t=just think and writ, eh? Hmmm, interesting,,,, nice though, as i’m typign fast, and it just finished, so yeah.
Misty cool raindrops attack my face….i am defensless….without hope….and yet still find the will to continue on!
Tonight while watching a movie my eyes became misty. I have the feeling that this is just the beginning this week. More misty yes to be seen and had….
a fog,
a glaze
have kids in a craze
during the late nights
and early days
that begin with mist
and end
in darkness
dismissed.