the dark smog enveloped my senses, making me oblivious to the world outside, kind of comforting and scary at once. I could hear the river the trains and traffic , some people in the distance and some close by, ummm so alone in the city
i fell out into the smog, it’s thick pungent smell swirled around me as i gasped for air. I could barely breathe through my nose. I lost count of how many steps I had taken. I no longer knew where I was or what I was doing there. I was lost, physically and mentally.
inhale
exhale
I confuse the two as antonyms
yet they do not mean the same
one with out the other, silence
I often forget what I am saying
and begin with lost words from yesterday
my brain, a wishing well
kept full from
tossing coins at myself hoping
to remember what was just at the tip of my tongue
there are times when i am penniless i fish
coins out from myself and wish upon them
for something else, never to know which will come true
careful i might just get what i wish for
driving back to the city she once called home. hands sweating while clutching the steering wheel. she had been around the world, experienced new places, new people. but going home was the scariest of all. the smog hovered, suspended between the mountains and the city below. mimicking the feeling of dread and gloom that she had in her heart about facing him again.
It fills the air with its gaseous nature. The environment has declined ever since the Industrial Revolution occurred. Today, smog heavily fills the air in various places above city structures. It reminds society of its wrongdoings to the Earth.
smog makes it difficult to breathe. It makes me feel like people don’t value their breath. I took you over yesterday but the woman who was wearing an oxygen mask and I bet you everyday breathing for her is like breathing through smog. I since chemotherapy can take a good breath sometimes and I feel like that might be what it’s like to live with internal smog
The sky was black, the air harsh and stinging my eyes. I felt a little sick with it, with the smell of it, the taste of it in my mouth. I wasn’t used to the city. Maybe I never would be; I had been here so long, yet still I felt this way every morning when I stepped outside. I missed blue skies, white clouds. I missed rolling fields. I missed life.
The chimneys somked from benath the htink sky producing a layer of think smo wich coate the trees and the butterflies and the people alie. We can bearely breath and conditions are unbearable and to what do we owe this fine ailement! The factories. How it cloggeth up te lungs, I have been wretching from my gut for the past half hour and I fear i have contracted some disease.
As i walked through the smog i saw him there
He looked at me, with those big brown pouty eyes
His eyes were piercing me
Like they always do
And i could do nothing
i was powerless
weak
again
ich sitze in meinem kleinen weißen Raum, die wände schmutzig weiß, der smog draußen stand und bewegte sich nicht von der stelle, kein mensch auf der straße, wenn ich aufstehe wird er mit mir gehen, er wird mich einzingeln und ich werde teil dieser schmutzigen Stadt.
die Stadt war voll von menschen die man kaum sah, alles war schmutzig und verraucht, es stank zum Himmel. ich dachte mir dass ich hier schon einmal gewesen war. Meine Zunge schmeckte eine leicht bittere Zitrone, als ich sie ein wenig über meine Lippen ragen lies. Ich verzog mein Gesicht
The air was thick with smoke that mixed with the heavy fog. It was difficult to see and even harder to breathe. The boy struggled out into the street, hoping that a car didn’t hit him as he made his escape from the burning building.
The creature loves to hunt in a smoggy conditions, preferably closer to dawn, when the prey is freshly rested yet still groggy enough to take by surprise.
Subsumed into the atmosphere, this hunter melds with the world as an ecological fact of life.
The Hong Kong sky was a thick, alabaster cloud of smog. He glanced up at the reflective buildings, then down at his equally reflective watch. “CHIT!” he spat through gritted teeth. “LATE!” He reaffirmed his grasp on his briefcase and began jogging, then running, down the empty street.
The smog overcomes the city as the poor civilians watch in terror. The ball of angry smog suffocates those that are unlucky enough to be caught in its horrifying grasp. The smog is coming. Don’t try to hide, it will find you. When the smog comes, simply put, you are extremely fucked.
It was thick, covering the entirety of the sky . There was no blue visible, and the entire city was shrouded in a dim, sickly layer. The barking of dogs was cut off by the honking of horns, pedestrians bellowing angrily at one another and the sounds of disarray.
This was their price.
There’s always smog in the air when there’s light to illuminate it. Can smog exist in total darkness? Does it? If fog accumulates in total darkness and there’s no one there to see it, does it even accumulate?
Smog grey dull fills the nose cannot see where I am or who that is in front of me the time has come to decide whether or not he or she is a friend and whether we can go together or I must go alone to my destiny. The trouble is I have leapt off the cliff.
grey soaring dragon
breath of fire penetrating every nook and cranny
filling my eyes and mouth and lungs
hot burnt clean turned garbage vapor
in the air
What he would give to bottle the magic of this time and place. The sand cascading between his fingers, the bed of ocean waves that soothed his restless mind, and the sunset on the horizon rendered a violent pink from the thick smog.
It’s thick and toxic and kills your lungs. I never thought I would find myself in the toxic air of Los Angeles, the smog as thick as the roots destroying each walk of fame star.
the dark smog enveloped my senses, making me oblivious to the world outside, kind of comforting and scary at once. I could hear the river the trains and traffic , some people in the distance and some close by, ummm so alone in the city
i fell out into the smog, it’s thick pungent smell swirled around me as i gasped for air. I could barely breathe through my nose. I lost count of how many steps I had taken. I no longer knew where I was or what I was doing there. I was lost, physically and mentally.
inhale
exhale
I confuse the two as antonyms
yet they do not mean the same
one with out the other, silence
I often forget what I am saying
and begin with lost words from yesterday
my brain, a wishing well
kept full from
tossing coins at myself hoping
to remember what was just at the tip of my tongue
there are times when i am penniless i fish
coins out from myself and wish upon them
for something else, never to know which will come true
careful i might just get what i wish for
inhale the vapors
and allow the spores to drown
you in a dense haze
driving back to the city she once called home. hands sweating while clutching the steering wheel. she had been around the world, experienced new places, new people. but going home was the scariest of all. the smog hovered, suspended between the mountains and the city below. mimicking the feeling of dread and gloom that she had in her heart about facing him again.
It fills the air with its gaseous nature. The environment has declined ever since the Industrial Revolution occurred. Today, smog heavily fills the air in various places above city structures. It reminds society of its wrongdoings to the Earth.
Chokling, sneezing, gasping, dying, prison. Dreaming of wide open spaces and freedom.
smog makes it difficult to breathe. It makes me feel like people don’t value their breath. I took you over yesterday but the woman who was wearing an oxygen mask and I bet you everyday breathing for her is like breathing through smog. I since chemotherapy can take a good breath sometimes and I feel like that might be what it’s like to live with internal smog
grey, can’t breathe, winter, cars, smoke and fog, school, complex words, cold, i can’t see.
It’s pollution city fog smell air haze breathe big gray opaque cloud layer
This word is as murky as the air I breathe.
I already wrote something about smog. Apparently I can’t move away from it. The city and its smog haunts even my literary processes. Tragic.
The sky was black, the air harsh and stinging my eyes. I felt a little sick with it, with the smell of it, the taste of it in my mouth. I wasn’t used to the city. Maybe I never would be; I had been here so long, yet still I felt this way every morning when I stepped outside. I missed blue skies, white clouds. I missed rolling fields. I missed life.
The chimneys somked from benath the htink sky producing a layer of think smo wich coate the trees and the butterflies and the people alie. We can bearely breath and conditions are unbearable and to what do we owe this fine ailement! The factories. How it cloggeth up te lungs, I have been wretching from my gut for the past half hour and I fear i have contracted some disease.
smog is some sort of fog and I think it has somthing to do with pollution
Is when fog gets polluted with smoke so you can’t breathe
Sad face and sad
The smog didn’t clear until I lay down and rested my head on the pillow, yet still, I could still see it in my mind’s eye. It never fully cleared.
What is smog, I don’t understand this word, never heard it before. Idk
I do not know what smog is. It rymes with frog, bog and log. It looks like the word smoke. And it is spelt SMOG it is a fabulous word.
I was left walking silently alone among the dead leaves. My feet kicked them out of the way in flutters along my trip.
I could feel the breeze in my lungs. The sun was setting in a gold-ish red hue that it always does.
I took another drag of my cigarette and set the leaves ablaze while I choked up the smog.
Smoggy stuff is bad fog and it’s not healthy it’s polluted and stuff it’s very bad for you if you breather too much in.
As i walked through the smog i saw him there
He looked at me, with those big brown pouty eyes
His eyes were piercing me
Like they always do
And i could do nothing
i was powerless
weak
again
ich sitze in meinem kleinen weißen Raum, die wände schmutzig weiß, der smog draußen stand und bewegte sich nicht von der stelle, kein mensch auf der straße, wenn ich aufstehe wird er mit mir gehen, er wird mich einzingeln und ich werde teil dieser schmutzigen Stadt.
die Stadt war voll von menschen die man kaum sah, alles war schmutzig und verraucht, es stank zum Himmel. ich dachte mir dass ich hier schon einmal gewesen war. Meine Zunge schmeckte eine leicht bittere Zitrone, als ich sie ein wenig über meine Lippen ragen lies. Ich verzog mein Gesicht
THE Smog was so think this morning I couldn’t seeanything. I tried to drive slow but it wasn’t help
The air was thick with smoke that mixed with the heavy fog. It was difficult to see and even harder to breathe. The boy struggled out into the street, hoping that a car didn’t hit him as he made his escape from the burning building.
The creature loves to hunt in a smoggy conditions, preferably closer to dawn, when the prey is freshly rested yet still groggy enough to take by surprise.
Subsumed into the atmosphere, this hunter melds with the world as an ecological fact of life.
in the fear books is the most misterious element, always pass something horrible or something alarmant like find a dead person.
The Hong Kong sky was a thick, alabaster cloud of smog. He glanced up at the reflective buildings, then down at his equally reflective watch. “CHIT!” he spat through gritted teeth. “LATE!” He reaffirmed his grasp on his briefcase and began jogging, then running, down the empty street.
The smog overcomes the city as the poor civilians watch in terror. The ball of angry smog suffocates those that are unlucky enough to be caught in its horrifying grasp. The smog is coming. Don’t try to hide, it will find you. When the smog comes, simply put, you are extremely fucked.
It was thick, covering the entirety of the sky . There was no blue visible, and the entire city was shrouded in a dim, sickly layer. The barking of dogs was cut off by the honking of horns, pedestrians bellowing angrily at one another and the sounds of disarray.
This was their price.
There’s always smog in the air when there’s light to illuminate it. Can smog exist in total darkness? Does it? If fog accumulates in total darkness and there’s no one there to see it, does it even accumulate?
Smog grey dull fills the nose cannot see where I am or who that is in front of me the time has come to decide whether or not he or she is a friend and whether we can go together or I must go alone to my destiny. The trouble is I have leapt off the cliff.
grey soaring dragon
breath of fire penetrating every nook and cranny
filling my eyes and mouth and lungs
hot burnt clean turned garbage vapor
in the air
What he would give to bottle the magic of this time and place. The sand cascading between his fingers, the bed of ocean waves that soothed his restless mind, and the sunset on the horizon rendered a violent pink from the thick smog.
Smog is smoke that is more near the ground for escaping use. Also for combat use with smoke gernades.
The smog is very thick. smog i made of smoke and fog.
It’s thick and toxic and kills your lungs. I never thought I would find myself in the toxic air of Los Angeles, the smog as thick as the roots destroying each walk of fame star.
I stepped out of the door. All I could see was smog covering the city’s atmosphere. It was ugly.