A fist. Honestly, how could she have taken another girl to prom? She knew how much I liked her! Fury. It’s her fault. She made it happen, all by herself. Crunch! He stubbled backwards into the punch bowl, covering a bloody nose.
naomi
punch, in the face. somehow reminds me of pouch…. haha i wonder why.
PuNCH powwwCH
rain.
is good.
for.
the
soul….
renata
I would like to punch someone in the face! I won’t say who but why do they always do this! AHHHHH! I also really like fruit punch :)
Kela
I felt myself levitating….my physical conscious dispersing….my mind cleaning it’s slate….then I felt ..just like that…a punch….and there I was sitting outside of my body, ready for an astral travel.
Punching is part of our normal, everyday life. Whether it be punching in for work. Punching a dude in the stomach. Or the fruit punch that we take so much for granted. Punch breeds our creative juices. It is the bane of our existence. And it is the light at the end of a beautiful tunnel.
Jeremiah
anger. everything about this word makes me think mean things. punching chef johns in his fucking face. beyond that i would like to punch him in every other part of his body. punching a dry wall like eminem. when you’re angry. anger. punching bag.
I wanted to punch him in the throat. The mouth. The eye. Anywhere that would sear as badly as I had been hurt. I wanted to put every ounce of aggression into this present he had coming.
Jessica
Punch me in the chest
Punch me in the face
I don’t want any of this
Indecision and inaction weighs on me
and it might be the only escape
I don’t think I could ever punch someone in the face. I just don’t have it in me to inflict that much pain. To be honest though, I’m not actually sure how much it hurts, or how much pain I could really even cause for that matter, for I have never been punched in the face.
bree
I want to punch you in the face so bad.
I want to see the look on your face right before my fist hits your face and that smile is pummeled away.
But I won’t.
For now.
i no longer have the capacity to care about what you think. Yep, I’ve had my ration of S*&> for the week! I said that and before I had drawn a breath in fully the man landed a punch square in my face. Whoa, I went down fast but landed on my hands and swung my legs out as hard as I could, taking him down with me.
Fight! Fight! Fight! The kids all yelled. A crowd was drawing around us fast. A teacher would be getting here any minute and if I wanted to get a lick in I’d better get it now! Bam!
chapped as hell
Oh, my. Did oneword read my mind? Yesterday I wrote about seeing the word punch before I realized it was pouch, and now look.
I am amused and slightly disturbed.
punched in the face, like it was nothing all along. i felt it. cold, hard, right to the point, literally. but when I think about it, it wasn’t literal at all. My heart was breaking. And I think I’d rather be punched in the face.
carly
DON’T PUNCH ME ANYMORE! Ack thbtht! Why you did that! I always nice at you and punishing me with punch!!! Farting so hard right now at this ignominy. Why you did that!!! So much sorrow for this punch.
It was fruity and slipped down like lemonade. So delicious that you didn’t notice the sting of vodka at the end. Laughter gave way to dancing, as easily as his hands slipped lower and lower as the night wore on…
Two definitions came into my mind at once. To receive a punch, like a physical blow, or else that beverage that one drinks. And a third definition would be to poke a hole through something. It’s strange that these three obvious definitions are all different happiness values. Punch the drink is happy, punch the blow is unpleasant, and punch the office machine punching holes is neutral.
I wanted to punch the girl so hard in the face, when she told everyone the ghost in the photo was a sign. It was not a sign…there wasn’t a sign at that end of the bridge… and i wanted to punch her for ruining everyones fun.
it is bad to punch people, if you do you may hurt them. i have punched someone before they were very mad about it. i hate to punch the end. my brother punched me once and it really hurt.
Sawyer Knowles
She wanted punch him. Hard. Slam a fist into his cheek, right next to the huge, ugly nose of his. Wipe away his smile, the smile with buck teeth and spinach in the gaps.
dd
I want to punch it. I want to punch it around. I want to do things to it i can’t describe. Wait, I think I confused punch with something else that begins with “P”.
punch. Well when I think about punch i think of two things. Punching and Punch the drink. Which that cartoon character for those Hawaiian Punch commercials melded perfectly together… Yes Hawaiian Punch.
Nathanial
It felt strange, not like she expected. Closing the door, slowly twisting the doorknob back into place till she heard that tell-tale click, she waited. And waited. Strangely, that inner punch she was expecting never came. Or it did, but she had been feeling it all along.
Irene A.
She always threw the first punch and couldn’t remember or didn’t want to know why it always had been that way. It just had. She was defined by the bony small fist that she kept in her pocket like a secret animal with venomous bite waiting to be unleashed.
Nancy O'Neill
To my heart. You hurt me. I feel like my chest has been hollowed out. I’ll recover, I know, but for now, I mourn the broken pieces. One day, I’ll get up and fight again. Watch your back.
do knot do that to me please. I will not return the punch if you punch me, for i do know know how. Please please I know your strength I do know want this for the two of us. would I punch anyone for the reasons you are punching me no. *pn
jack Anthony
The fist made contact before I could even realize what I was doing. Sure I’d had my problems with him, but I never expected to turn to violence so quickly. It was as if my mind had left my body, and I was taken over by some automatic action.
I want to punch him sometimes. He doesn’t seem to understand. All I want is for him to be there for me always. He says that he wants to but then does the complete opposite. I want to punch him when he does that! And sometimes I do but then I feel bad and tell him I am sorry.
Alec
She hit him in the face. Right in the kisser. Did he have it coming? Well he had said some very rude things to her. Yes, he did have it coming. Did he see it coming? Well, nobody saw it coming. She was one of the most docile people on the planet. I suppose anyone can be pushed to that extreme though. She proved that.
Clara
Whenever you say something silly, I want to turn around and punch you in the face. Its just that simple, Im a cruel little girl, heartless…
I want to punch things when I’m angry. Fury is something I can’t control within myself. I wish I could just count to ten and it would dissipate into a small steam cloud of anger, but it boils and ferments within me until I release it against a wall, a cabinet, my boyfriend. I want to love more than anything.
Kick. Scream. MAD. Everything. One-two. In the kisser. Grrr! Yes. Today I will hit it. Twice in the jaw. Take one on the chin and deal with it. Yup. Next!
Faithie
nothing stops me from punching this wall
punching the wall
till break and fall
and nothing is deeper than the hole with a fall
that stands in between me and my inner wall
lucky
I punch him right in the stomach when he tells me it’s over. As he doubles over, a mouse runs across his feet, exposed in their leather flip flops. He’s jumping, he’s lurching, he’s running and then he’s gone down the hill.
Ella Emma Em
“BARF!”, said Conan on the receiving end of one of Alex’s punches. “You Generic Dudes are a bunch of wimps. Go home!” Conan and the other Generic Dude gang members went home nursing their bruises and broken bones. Ryan smiled, “They’ll be back… oooh a nickel!”
They always tell you not to drink the punch at parties, that the girls who do are the ones who end up in the back corner of your chem 101 class, 9 weeks pregnant but no idea how they got there. But you did anyway, didn’t you? And you may not remember 6 hours of your life, but you know they were the most fucking awesome ones you ever had.
Rachelle
Punch and Judy were very friendly and therefore let the old man in for tea. He thanked them and showed this by sharing his pipe with them; a pipe of which he had owned for many years.
juicy fists full of sweet goodness. flavors as well as bite. i’d like to do this to someone who wrongs me or my friends. the most common fighting move in the states.
A fist. Honestly, how could she have taken another girl to prom? She knew how much I liked her! Fury. It’s her fault. She made it happen, all by herself. Crunch! He stubbled backwards into the punch bowl, covering a bloody nose.
punch, in the face. somehow reminds me of pouch…. haha i wonder why.
PuNCH powwwCH
rain.
is good.
for.
the
soul….
I would like to punch someone in the face! I won’t say who but why do they always do this! AHHHHH! I also really like fruit punch :)
I felt myself levitating….my physical conscious dispersing….my mind cleaning it’s slate….then I felt ..just like that…a punch….and there I was sitting outside of my body, ready for an astral travel.
Punching is part of our normal, everyday life. Whether it be punching in for work. Punching a dude in the stomach. Or the fruit punch that we take so much for granted. Punch breeds our creative juices. It is the bane of our existence. And it is the light at the end of a beautiful tunnel.
anger. everything about this word makes me think mean things. punching chef johns in his fucking face. beyond that i would like to punch him in every other part of his body. punching a dry wall like eminem. when you’re angry. anger. punching bag.
I wanted to punch him in the throat. The mouth. The eye. Anywhere that would sear as badly as I had been hurt. I wanted to put every ounce of aggression into this present he had coming.
Punch me in the chest
Punch me in the face
I don’t want any of this
Indecision and inaction weighs on me
and it might be the only escape
I don’t think I could ever punch someone in the face. I just don’t have it in me to inflict that much pain. To be honest though, I’m not actually sure how much it hurts, or how much pain I could really even cause for that matter, for I have never been punched in the face.
I want to punch you in the face so bad.
I want to see the look on your face right before my fist hits your face and that smile is pummeled away.
But I won’t.
For now.
i no longer have the capacity to care about what you think. Yep, I’ve had my ration of S*&> for the week! I said that and before I had drawn a breath in fully the man landed a punch square in my face. Whoa, I went down fast but landed on my hands and swung my legs out as hard as I could, taking him down with me.
Fight! Fight! Fight! The kids all yelled. A crowd was drawing around us fast. A teacher would be getting here any minute and if I wanted to get a lick in I’d better get it now! Bam!
Oh, my. Did oneword read my mind? Yesterday I wrote about seeing the word punch before I realized it was pouch, and now look.
I am amused and slightly disturbed.
punched in the face, like it was nothing all along. i felt it. cold, hard, right to the point, literally. but when I think about it, it wasn’t literal at all. My heart was breaking. And I think I’d rather be punched in the face.
DON’T PUNCH ME ANYMORE! Ack thbtht! Why you did that! I always nice at you and punishing me with punch!!! Farting so hard right now at this ignominy. Why you did that!!! So much sorrow for this punch.
It was fruity and slipped down like lemonade. So delicious that you didn’t notice the sting of vodka at the end. Laughter gave way to dancing, as easily as his hands slipped lower and lower as the night wore on…
Two definitions came into my mind at once. To receive a punch, like a physical blow, or else that beverage that one drinks. And a third definition would be to poke a hole through something. It’s strange that these three obvious definitions are all different happiness values. Punch the drink is happy, punch the blow is unpleasant, and punch the office machine punching holes is neutral.
I wanted to punch the girl so hard in the face, when she told everyone the ghost in the photo was a sign. It was not a sign…there wasn’t a sign at that end of the bridge… and i wanted to punch her for ruining everyones fun.
it is bad to punch people, if you do you may hurt them. i have punched someone before they were very mad about it. i hate to punch the end. my brother punched me once and it really hurt.
She wanted punch him. Hard. Slam a fist into his cheek, right next to the huge, ugly nose of his. Wipe away his smile, the smile with buck teeth and spinach in the gaps.
I want to punch it. I want to punch it around. I want to do things to it i can’t describe. Wait, I think I confused punch with something else that begins with “P”.
punch. Well when I think about punch i think of two things. Punching and Punch the drink. Which that cartoon character for those Hawaiian Punch commercials melded perfectly together… Yes Hawaiian Punch.
It felt strange, not like she expected. Closing the door, slowly twisting the doorknob back into place till she heard that tell-tale click, she waited. And waited. Strangely, that inner punch she was expecting never came. Or it did, but she had been feeling it all along.
She always threw the first punch and couldn’t remember or didn’t want to know why it always had been that way. It just had. She was defined by the bony small fist that she kept in her pocket like a secret animal with venomous bite waiting to be unleashed.
To my heart. You hurt me. I feel like my chest has been hollowed out. I’ll recover, I know, but for now, I mourn the broken pieces. One day, I’ll get up and fight again. Watch your back.
The anxiety washed over me in waves as i sat alone in the room. Self- loathing rose to the surface and I punched the wall.
do knot do that to me please. I will not return the punch if you punch me, for i do know know how. Please please I know your strength I do know want this for the two of us. would I punch anyone for the reasons you are punching me no. *pn
The fist made contact before I could even realize what I was doing. Sure I’d had my problems with him, but I never expected to turn to violence so quickly. It was as if my mind had left my body, and I was taken over by some automatic action.
Whether its a hit or a fruity drink, it will have lots of stimuli. Even the word SOUNDS abrasive.
I want to punch him sometimes. He doesn’t seem to understand. All I want is for him to be there for me always. He says that he wants to but then does the complete opposite. I want to punch him when he does that! And sometimes I do but then I feel bad and tell him I am sorry.
She hit him in the face. Right in the kisser. Did he have it coming? Well he had said some very rude things to her. Yes, he did have it coming. Did he see it coming? Well, nobody saw it coming. She was one of the most docile people on the planet. I suppose anyone can be pushed to that extreme though. She proved that.
Whenever you say something silly, I want to turn around and punch you in the face. Its just that simple, Im a cruel little girl, heartless…
I want to punch things when I’m angry. Fury is something I can’t control within myself. I wish I could just count to ten and it would dissipate into a small steam cloud of anger, but it boils and ferments within me until I release it against a wall, a cabinet, my boyfriend. I want to love more than anything.
Knocked out with one punch. “One punch! One punch!” “You don’t feed a baby chili!” Ah, that was a great movie.
That’s all I got.
Kick. Scream. MAD. Everything. One-two. In the kisser. Grrr! Yes. Today I will hit it. Twice in the jaw. Take one on the chin and deal with it. Yup. Next!
nothing stops me from punching this wall
punching the wall
till break and fall
and nothing is deeper than the hole with a fall
that stands in between me and my inner wall
I punch him right in the stomach when he tells me it’s over. As he doubles over, a mouse runs across his feet, exposed in their leather flip flops. He’s jumping, he’s lurching, he’s running and then he’s gone down the hill.
“BARF!”, said Conan on the receiving end of one of Alex’s punches. “You Generic Dudes are a bunch of wimps. Go home!” Conan and the other Generic Dude gang members went home nursing their bruises and broken bones. Ryan smiled, “They’ll be back… oooh a nickel!”
They always tell you not to drink the punch at parties, that the girls who do are the ones who end up in the back corner of your chem 101 class, 9 weeks pregnant but no idea how they got there. But you did anyway, didn’t you? And you may not remember 6 hours of your life, but you know they were the most fucking awesome ones you ever had.
Punch and Judy were very friendly and therefore let the old man in for tea. He thanked them and showed this by sharing his pipe with them; a pipe of which he had owned for many years.
juicy fists full of sweet goodness. flavors as well as bite. i’d like to do this to someone who wrongs me or my friends. the most common fighting move in the states.