throw me against the wall, she purred. knock my head back against plaster and kiss me like you mean it. but, he said. i don’t want to hurt you, he said. she glared at him and snapped, yeah right because you’ve never done *that* before.
Lily
a ball
an apple
anything
throw it
throw it to the wind
throw caution to the wind
do anything that will let you let go
go away from anything
so do it
throw
throw your love
throw your life
throw it all away
for something
something more important
so now you must see
that to be
who you want to
you must throw
and throw it all away
because its worth it.
clayton peters
You throw up and I hold your hair back. This is how it always goes. You promise me, Pigs will fly the next time I do this. But eventually those pigs always sprout wings.
Trista
i love to throw a baseball into an open and crowded street only to see the faces of those few lucky individuals who have been blessed upon receiving the innocent gift of the baseball bouncing on their heads. The dark humor in this is the also a metaphor for those who are blinded by many things in life and who only look up to see many things when their time has ended
yoyo
Don’t throw it away,
Let it stay,
And maybe one day you will say,
“Thank you for pushing, and pressing on.
Thank you for being there when I needed someone to rely on”
Now move on,
Play on,
Live on.
As if nothing else matters.
DoNothing
cast your eyes across the lawn
as the ball of red smiles you want
catch the troubles you feel creeping between your toes
and wait out the tide of mud water
from your mothers garden
Hannah Wells
up down. Throwing my body around in all directions gives me a strength and freedom that I thought not possible. Gravity? Throw it away with a blink of an eye and smile for me and only me. I have it all within and I LOVE IT. I throw things around. I watch the flow of energy and gravity. LIFE I love. the life I love. I must make sure I continue making it!
Jeff
the first time I threw a ball, I was so nervous because my grand dad was teaching me. I wanted to impress him and make him realize what an awesome man I would turn out to be; just like him!
R Miller
over the top it went, gleaming brightly as the glow from the fires caught it’s bottom silver panel. It was heavy but my anxiety gave me strength to loft it high and it began to flip yet still cleared the edge of the concrete block wall.
JOhn
throw ws the word yesterday and i am very dissapointed. i was looking forward to the challenge of a new word. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ralph
He threw the ball too hard, so it was his fault. His baby sister was small and stubby and slow–and she didn’t think about danger. But he did. And that was why, as he watched the ball sail over her dark curly head of hair, he knew exactly what was going to happen. He couldn’t stop it. He could just stand there, gaping in eight-year-old horror as his five year old baby sister ran out in front of that truck.
Kat
por la ventana iré hacia donde estás vos. Y quizás sea donde también estaré. Porque ambos podríamos ser uno. Pasar por la ventana y salir de esta caja de sinsabores. Las sorpresas que nuestra vida juntos tendremos. Las sorpresas de vivir.
Jm
I thought about throwing away things in my home that have lost their meaning to me. But as of this point I have not. I hope that one day these items will finally rekindle a spark of thought that will trigger a memory, the memory of why these items were in my home in the first place. I thought that if I were to throw them away and remembered why they were there after they were gone, I might be sad that I no longer owned it.
Clifford Smith
i want to throw a party and i like to throw balls like in baseball and sometimes i think about how i never took david to the baseball game i promised i would take him to for his birthday and he is so sweet and kind to me and takes care of me and i didn’t take him to the baseball game for his birthday and i still have to get him the pants i told him i would get him for his birthday and i really hope he forgives me even though he wears my pants all the time and throws me off the bed when we wrestles even though i almost ALWAYS win.
tenamarieaceto
throw the ball just like we used to do in the backyard. the red ball flying through the air, hitting the apple tree. apples falling to the ground. it’s fall again. the leaves are changing.
christina
i’m want to throw a ball down the hall until i can’t see it anymore.
once i had to throw a ball but i put out my shoulder because i threw the ball too far. i will never do that again, or if i think i’m going to throw a ball a long distance then i’ll make sure i stretch before.
throwing is an interesting action, it often is used for sports and is not really needed for any normal day to day task and generally not needed for survival.
matt
Throw down balls and throw away papers and litter the world with thrown things and thrown intentions and thrown thrones. Throw pillows, however, are always nice.
No Name
Throw away every old magazine that screamed that you weren’t good enough.
Clean out the unsent love letters, too, because they only remind you of the lonely girl you used to be (so needy; so desperate for affection)
Every keepsake, every memory, every lost thought you stored away in your little box.
Throw it all over the hull; toss it all away to sea.
My magic shoebox, the one I take out every day and mull over, is destroying me paper by crinkled paper.
I’m done living in the past.
A dead day can never be relived.
Celia Dawson
to throw is the act of moving an object to a different location via the means of physical force.
Austin
throw your friend a dash of inspiration by making it clear you listen and don’t judge. What do you think about throwing up now?
charles
I watch them throw the makeshift ball back and forth in what passed for a yard. I wondered if there was ever going to be a time when we would have house with the white picket fence.
Kate
i want to throw a baseball so hard that it explodes against the wall and we can see the instant replay now.
aks
Throw pillows. I may need some as I am decorating my room. Why, though, are they called throw pillows? Hmmm . . . perhaps they are perfectly aerodynamic for pillow fights.
Micalie
throw this writing out the shattered window of loss. It will be you who eats the shavings and bleed from your tongue. It will be you bleeding green from your pocket when you throw the money away. You are a fascist. I am free.
Eric
She threw the ball like nothing else in the world mattered, and maybe it didn’t. He loved her, he was up there supporting her, cheering for her, unlike her father…her brother. This was her chance to prove herself, as a woman, no, as a human being!
Anna
i throw the football, far down the field.
except that never happened.
i dreamt about being the QB.
i wanted the reality.
The Glory.
The Greatness.
The Wonder.
The Legend.
But it never came.
I will always be the one that acted and performed.
Football is not worth it’s glory.
Jonathan.Rice
throw it to me. i said. why did i say that? i can’t catch. but she threw. threw and it tumble over to me. it tumbled higher than the trees. higher than the clouds it seemed. i was blinded by the sun. a huge white star in my eyes. i put my hands up. i tried. i think i tried. or did i give up by then? had i already acknowledged that i cannot catch and i should not have said ‘throw’. it hit me.
alyssa
i don’t know what to throw away this is so difficult for me to make a decision. it’s like throwing a baby away, it’s unnatural, and wrong on all possible levels. i think i have a problem.
kat
throw it away. it’s dirty and used and tattered and broken. this life is worthless so throw it in the trash. throw it, break in into pieces with your steel security. just throw it away.
emily
throw me into the river you fool.
throw me away
or I’ll toss you aside and dive in myself
I’m a plastic bottle
used
littered
forgotten
carolyn
i think throwing this is great, it was great since i was a kid playing baseball….my dog enjoys it when he chases a thrown tennis ball. It is also a great way to relieve stress or tension. Some of the craziest and best night, also some of the worst nights end by throwing up..
KB
SItting here, about to throw the mic, what will it hit? I don’t know, buyt the music will travel through the stratosphere till it comes to a soundly finish. Pour quoi you ask? Because music is to be shared, even if you have to throw it at people.
Jonah
“How does a baseball travel in a straight line when the wind is blowing so hard?”, asked Sam. “How should I know, I’m no physicist!”, retorted Kevin. “Anyway Die Hard starts in a few minutes and everyone’s been talking about the explosive beginning.”
Robert Foxwell
watching the republican national convention tonight, i wanted to throw up. wow, that only took 8 seconds :)
jlw
I like to throw quaits. I don’t like to throw up.
Karthik
the act of throwing things has alwas peturbed me. I hated baseball as a child. in fact i hate even writing about it this perticular instance. the cause of this annoyance revolves around my distain for good ol american values. apple pie is for fools
SymtmOne
throw is the state of mind that things have when they are broken. There are twenty times as many humans that don’t know what they are talking about as you would think. Cast aside, catapulted. Things that make things fall apart. There is insight in every aspect of something, It just depends on where you look at it from, and how you see it. One cannot know what it is to fail from this standpoint.
John Wiesenfeld
I tossed the soggy sock at Marlo. It missed and hit my mirror, where it left a grey, wet streak. Marlo made a face as she strutted out ans away. She smirked at me just before screaming “Mom! Ashton chucked a sock at me!” I frowned as I heard mom stomping up the steps, Pug the dog right behind her.
courteney
one day when i was walking threw the store i saw an old women. the old women was my mother. and i just had the ultimate urge to just throw the frozen peas right at her head. hoping, silently, that they would make her fall to the floor and crush her skull. and that i’d see her blood all over the stores floor. and i don’t even feel bad about it.
sam
She threw the ball at Jamie. It landed infront of his red-and-white sneakers. He looked down. “Nice throw, Kathrine,”
throw me against the wall, she purred. knock my head back against plaster and kiss me like you mean it. but, he said. i don’t want to hurt you, he said. she glared at him and snapped, yeah right because you’ve never done *that* before.
a ball
an apple
anything
throw it
throw it to the wind
throw caution to the wind
do anything that will let you let go
go away from anything
so do it
throw
throw your love
throw your life
throw it all away
for something
something more important
so now you must see
that to be
who you want to
you must throw
and throw it all away
because its worth it.
You throw up and I hold your hair back. This is how it always goes. You promise me, Pigs will fly the next time I do this. But eventually those pigs always sprout wings.
i love to throw a baseball into an open and crowded street only to see the faces of those few lucky individuals who have been blessed upon receiving the innocent gift of the baseball bouncing on their heads. The dark humor in this is the also a metaphor for those who are blinded by many things in life and who only look up to see many things when their time has ended
Don’t throw it away,
Let it stay,
And maybe one day you will say,
“Thank you for pushing, and pressing on.
Thank you for being there when I needed someone to rely on”
Now move on,
Play on,
Live on.
As if nothing else matters.
cast your eyes across the lawn
as the ball of red smiles you want
catch the troubles you feel creeping between your toes
and wait out the tide of mud water
from your mothers garden
up down. Throwing my body around in all directions gives me a strength and freedom that I thought not possible. Gravity? Throw it away with a blink of an eye and smile for me and only me. I have it all within and I LOVE IT. I throw things around. I watch the flow of energy and gravity. LIFE I love. the life I love. I must make sure I continue making it!
the first time I threw a ball, I was so nervous because my grand dad was teaching me. I wanted to impress him and make him realize what an awesome man I would turn out to be; just like him!
over the top it went, gleaming brightly as the glow from the fires caught it’s bottom silver panel. It was heavy but my anxiety gave me strength to loft it high and it began to flip yet still cleared the edge of the concrete block wall.
throw ws the word yesterday and i am very dissapointed. i was looking forward to the challenge of a new word. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
He threw the ball too hard, so it was his fault. His baby sister was small and stubby and slow–and she didn’t think about danger. But he did. And that was why, as he watched the ball sail over her dark curly head of hair, he knew exactly what was going to happen. He couldn’t stop it. He could just stand there, gaping in eight-year-old horror as his five year old baby sister ran out in front of that truck.
por la ventana iré hacia donde estás vos. Y quizás sea donde también estaré. Porque ambos podríamos ser uno. Pasar por la ventana y salir de esta caja de sinsabores. Las sorpresas que nuestra vida juntos tendremos. Las sorpresas de vivir.
I thought about throwing away things in my home that have lost their meaning to me. But as of this point I have not. I hope that one day these items will finally rekindle a spark of thought that will trigger a memory, the memory of why these items were in my home in the first place. I thought that if I were to throw them away and remembered why they were there after they were gone, I might be sad that I no longer owned it.
i want to throw a party and i like to throw balls like in baseball and sometimes i think about how i never took david to the baseball game i promised i would take him to for his birthday and he is so sweet and kind to me and takes care of me and i didn’t take him to the baseball game for his birthday and i still have to get him the pants i told him i would get him for his birthday and i really hope he forgives me even though he wears my pants all the time and throws me off the bed when we wrestles even though i almost ALWAYS win.
throw the ball just like we used to do in the backyard. the red ball flying through the air, hitting the apple tree. apples falling to the ground. it’s fall again. the leaves are changing.
i’m want to throw a ball down the hall until i can’t see it anymore.
once i had to throw a ball but i put out my shoulder because i threw the ball too far. i will never do that again, or if i think i’m going to throw a ball a long distance then i’ll make sure i stretch before.
throwing is an interesting action, it often is used for sports and is not really needed for any normal day to day task and generally not needed for survival.
Throw down balls and throw away papers and litter the world with thrown things and thrown intentions and thrown thrones. Throw pillows, however, are always nice.
Throw away every old magazine that screamed that you weren’t good enough.
Clean out the unsent love letters, too, because they only remind you of the lonely girl you used to be (so needy; so desperate for affection)
Every keepsake, every memory, every lost thought you stored away in your little box.
Throw it all over the hull; toss it all away to sea.
My magic shoebox, the one I take out every day and mull over, is destroying me paper by crinkled paper.
I’m done living in the past.
A dead day can never be relived.
to throw is the act of moving an object to a different location via the means of physical force.
throw your friend a dash of inspiration by making it clear you listen and don’t judge. What do you think about throwing up now?
I watch them throw the makeshift ball back and forth in what passed for a yard. I wondered if there was ever going to be a time when we would have house with the white picket fence.
i want to throw a baseball so hard that it explodes against the wall and we can see the instant replay now.
Throw pillows. I may need some as I am decorating my room. Why, though, are they called throw pillows? Hmmm . . . perhaps they are perfectly aerodynamic for pillow fights.
throw this writing out the shattered window of loss. It will be you who eats the shavings and bleed from your tongue. It will be you bleeding green from your pocket when you throw the money away. You are a fascist. I am free.
She threw the ball like nothing else in the world mattered, and maybe it didn’t. He loved her, he was up there supporting her, cheering for her, unlike her father…her brother. This was her chance to prove herself, as a woman, no, as a human being!
i throw the football, far down the field.
except that never happened.
i dreamt about being the QB.
i wanted the reality.
The Glory.
The Greatness.
The Wonder.
The Legend.
But it never came.
I will always be the one that acted and performed.
Football is not worth it’s glory.
throw it to me. i said. why did i say that? i can’t catch. but she threw. threw and it tumble over to me. it tumbled higher than the trees. higher than the clouds it seemed. i was blinded by the sun. a huge white star in my eyes. i put my hands up. i tried. i think i tried. or did i give up by then? had i already acknowledged that i cannot catch and i should not have said ‘throw’. it hit me.
i don’t know what to throw away this is so difficult for me to make a decision. it’s like throwing a baby away, it’s unnatural, and wrong on all possible levels. i think i have a problem.
throw it away. it’s dirty and used and tattered and broken. this life is worthless so throw it in the trash. throw it, break in into pieces with your steel security. just throw it away.
throw me into the river you fool.
throw me away
or I’ll toss you aside and dive in myself
I’m a plastic bottle
used
littered
forgotten
i think throwing this is great, it was great since i was a kid playing baseball….my dog enjoys it when he chases a thrown tennis ball. It is also a great way to relieve stress or tension. Some of the craziest and best night, also some of the worst nights end by throwing up..
SItting here, about to throw the mic, what will it hit? I don’t know, buyt the music will travel through the stratosphere till it comes to a soundly finish. Pour quoi you ask? Because music is to be shared, even if you have to throw it at people.
“How does a baseball travel in a straight line when the wind is blowing so hard?”, asked Sam. “How should I know, I’m no physicist!”, retorted Kevin. “Anyway Die Hard starts in a few minutes and everyone’s been talking about the explosive beginning.”
watching the republican national convention tonight, i wanted to throw up. wow, that only took 8 seconds :)
I like to throw quaits. I don’t like to throw up.
the act of throwing things has alwas peturbed me. I hated baseball as a child. in fact i hate even writing about it this perticular instance. the cause of this annoyance revolves around my distain for good ol american values. apple pie is for fools
throw is the state of mind that things have when they are broken. There are twenty times as many humans that don’t know what they are talking about as you would think. Cast aside, catapulted. Things that make things fall apart. There is insight in every aspect of something, It just depends on where you look at it from, and how you see it. One cannot know what it is to fail from this standpoint.
I tossed the soggy sock at Marlo. It missed and hit my mirror, where it left a grey, wet streak. Marlo made a face as she strutted out ans away. She smirked at me just before screaming “Mom! Ashton chucked a sock at me!” I frowned as I heard mom stomping up the steps, Pug the dog right behind her.
one day when i was walking threw the store i saw an old women. the old women was my mother. and i just had the ultimate urge to just throw the frozen peas right at her head. hoping, silently, that they would make her fall to the floor and crush her skull. and that i’d see her blood all over the stores floor. and i don’t even feel bad about it.
She threw the ball at Jamie. It landed infront of his red-and-white sneakers. He looked down. “Nice throw, Kathrine,”