I pick up the puzzle, staring at it. How could something so small have caused so much pain? After a moment, I hurl it into the abyss.
LeFarr
Sometimes I’d like to throw things around just to get the anger out. I’d start with the dogs, throw them outside. Then the kids, throw them in their rooms, then the hub, throw him in the car and tell him to get lost. Then I’d throw back a glass of wine and enjoy a few moments of peace and quiet!
Stef
Throw up, throw up throw up.
This seems to be a daily occurence. Do some blow, stick some more shit up your nose, then come the headaches and all I want to do is be sick. You know you’re life has come to a certain point when you have to make yourself throw up on a regular basis.
Denton
I was thinking when I decided to throw his clothes out the door. He had stood me up once again, flirted with that girl way to many times. This time, I figured I’d get him back for good. This time, he had to go. And, so, his clothes ended up on the front lawn along with all of this other belongings that I could get my hands on. Time was up. No more Miss Nice Girl. The relationship was over.
Petula
it down the hill and watch the dust kick up as it moves away from you. Further and further down the slope the tumbling is uncontrollable now, it is almost out of sight. Soon the issue is but a memory accentuated in all the ways memories are, in some ways brighter and in some dimmer.
gwen
Throw up is my phobia. I cannot look at a movie screen when someone throws up. I wish that something else came into my mind but it didn’t. Dang it. Why do you think people think it was funny?
Robin
Tossed into a page which requires Flash to be fully function, I am left to wonder if my technological frugality will convey upon me special powers of time distortion? Will I be able to type for minute after minute with no fear of ticking clocks?
Will I be able to throw caution to the photons and expound delightfully and pedantically with the stately measure of progress which gives me pleasure?
Amber Vaesca
i dont know what throw means in my language, i have to look in a online dictonary, wait a moment, ok i also dont know this word in my language, ok i do know because i red the desccirpton
m
My best friend in infancy was my special dog, Bagel, so named for his coloring. One day my sister, nicknamed “bandit,” illicitly played with the toy, to my intense four-year-old rage. I sobbed and screamed and had a fit and the placid, prematurely evil two-year-old calmly played on. My mother, desperate to teach me to fight back, handed me Molly’s special dog, Snoopy, ragged and well-loved. Snoopy in tow, I marched up to Molly and announced, through tears and conniptions, that I had her dog now and I would play with him to my *sob* heart’s content.
Molly calmly looked up at me.
“No you won’t. He’s mine.”
With an indignant, shuddering scream I hurled the toy at her, and as she toddled off with both dogs I cried.
I hope I know any better now. I’m not sure I do.
Sarah
throw down like an ass beating is that what some people deserve? Im pretty sure everyone in their lifetime has had a reason to have their face kicked in but is it alwayse necessary?
D
a ball a foot ball to catch it. a blanket to warm your toes and your cat. an egg into the woods. a toamatoe. throw. the author. thrown.
Clare
You throw tantrums
to see how far they fly.
Throw the baby out
with the bath
the water
the whole tub.
See if she can fly.
Throw your arms
out of their sockets,
wrench the thin sticks
until they turn
they way you please.
Throw and throw
tire yourself out.
jillypoet
I want to throw a freakin rock at him. If I didn’t love him – I probably would have done so already. He irritates the crap out of me, I just wish I knew what he was thinking.. Ahhhh – men.
girl
Throw me a pillow right now and make me happy for the rest of the day. I am so utterly exhausted it’s not even funny. Why oh why, did I HAVE to come in to work today. Urgh. Sleep and dream is all I crave and an answer from the man I love.
Michele
Throw my brain!!!
ML
When you throw up, you want to turn toward the EMT. The paramedic should not be the target… unless you are the EMT. I once was beat by the nurse in the ER who turned the patient at me, so I got it instead of him.
Todd
I used to throw things alot but I finally learned to control my temper. When you throw things out of anger you loose something twice – peace of mind and the thing that you throw which is now broken.
Jonine
forcefully, i threw myself at the sunset. the wind caught underneath my shirt, flapping like a pair of wings,
Judas
don’t throw it away, you may need it someday, be patient !
mario
i’ve thrown my smile away.
and you wonder why my garbage can is so full of post-it notes with memories of you?
thisisnotasadsong
i throw a punch, into the side of the most beautiful face i’ve ever seen. see the most clear form of pain as i’ve come into contact with the soft skin and landed on bone. i destroy the most beautiful face i’ve ever seen. blood runs across my very, sorrowful ball of fingers and knuckles.
johnny
away this motha fuckin son of a bitch, throw away sorrows and fear as llife can be beautiful if you imagine it so as she is beautiful and cool and likeable and intelligent, as an inbiza sunrise or the beach at sinemoretz. How any word can lead to this exact same notion, as a path in your brain you walk over and over.
nikola
oh i don’t know exactly what this word does mean, i hate when i don’t know whatwords does mean, i feel i’m juste stupid and i’m not oh maybe i am in fact i dont know, but yes i know, it isn’t the real problem, the real problem is that i want to be loved by somenone i would love as mluch as he loves me, but it is oh i was about to write it isnt possible but i thuink it is, i think we can eat cornflakes on a beach also and that could be fantastic but well, i don’t know exactly.
mae
throw your soul into the sky and be ready for what it comes.
Duarte
The stone lies in my hand, it speaks to me to make it fly over the fence I built. I throw myself into believing.
Pedro
i’m tired of typing don’t feel like doing this but what do you care? Oh what a world what a world. i’m melting! i’m melting!
neeks
He held the ball gently, before tossing in between his hands nonchalantly in a defiant gesture. This wasn’t about the ball at all.
The light from the sun caught in the uneven glass of the old window, and shone brightly directly onto his face, causing him to squint, before throwing the ball down and walking away.
Wil
Sometimes just when you thought you had thrown everything away, like leaves left alone in autumn, the wind just seems to have a knack at blowing them in your face again. Not bad enough that it ruffles your feathers, but it reminds you, of your painful past.
Joseph
I really need to throw away the junk taking over this house, thought Danielle. I just can’t take this clutter anymore, it is messing with my head. Clean house, clean mind- that’s just what I need.
Danielle
This is something I need to do. I need to go through my things and throw away alot of the stuff I really don’t need or haven’t used in a while. It is now just clutter.
Tom
Throwing the hammer as hard as he could he then watched it arch through the air, before hitting the escapee in the back of the skull. “Serves him right for thinking he can eat for free.” “Bastard.”
stumpyjoe
Out the window with you – I said — and the computer flew a few yards down to hit the ground with a crash. That’ll teach that old rusting piece of junk good. But how will I continue my homework — never thought of that.
Peter De Rop
One day I was given a ball. I didn’t really know what to do with it. It landed right there in front of my feet. Where did it come from? What should I do with it?
Then a young, energetic voice yelled over a bush line; “Hey mister, can you throw back the ball?” I picked up the worn out ball. Flipped it around in my hands and then threw it back over to him.
Lewis
people throw up. people throw balls. i don’t throw around the bush. or…is that beat around the bush? there isn’t a whole lot i can say about throw. it’s a pretty lame word and i don’t care that much about it at 20 to 6 in the morning.
Theresa
throw it all out of the window. let it go adn feel like a rockstar even though its not a tv in your hands. it doesnt even have to be in your hands it could be in your head. doesnt matter as long as you can release it. never touch it again. just try not to hit anyone else with it on the way down. or worse on the ground because it could kill someone else, the weight of it, coming from a height like that.
Roisin Maguire
Throw makes me always think about my grandma. She uses the word throw to describe blankets, and for some reason i think it’s cute. It reminds of how when i was young i used to make fun of her for apparently using “old people” words, but now it realize how i probably sound just as silly to her now, as she did to me back then.
lauren
toss it all away. gather, pilfer, pitch, and purge– the ritual of each passing school year. teaching yourself to accumulate nothing but retain everything.
what will I collect this year? a notebook, a handicraft, an std. out with the old-
dynne
i throw stuff all the time
it is like pies in a microwave
sausages and throwing are very valuable
monkeys like to throw turtles at the moon
i like to throw shoes at mitchell
funk
I threw it against the wall.
Bounce. Bounce.
The shadow was black, oblong, and big. Strange I said to myself how the light changes a shape. How my eyes change with that shape.
I throw it against the wall.
You think it would be out of protest.
adanma
throwing is something i love to do. my penis throws loads down bitches throads. my hand throws food into the air so my mouth can catch it. cupids bow throws arrows of passion into fine ladies. my hair throws the fine laides into a frenzy. :p
I pick up the puzzle, staring at it. How could something so small have caused so much pain? After a moment, I hurl it into the abyss.
Sometimes I’d like to throw things around just to get the anger out. I’d start with the dogs, throw them outside. Then the kids, throw them in their rooms, then the hub, throw him in the car and tell him to get lost. Then I’d throw back a glass of wine and enjoy a few moments of peace and quiet!
Throw up, throw up throw up.
This seems to be a daily occurence. Do some blow, stick some more shit up your nose, then come the headaches and all I want to do is be sick. You know you’re life has come to a certain point when you have to make yourself throw up on a regular basis.
I was thinking when I decided to throw his clothes out the door. He had stood me up once again, flirted with that girl way to many times. This time, I figured I’d get him back for good. This time, he had to go. And, so, his clothes ended up on the front lawn along with all of this other belongings that I could get my hands on. Time was up. No more Miss Nice Girl. The relationship was over.
it down the hill and watch the dust kick up as it moves away from you. Further and further down the slope the tumbling is uncontrollable now, it is almost out of sight. Soon the issue is but a memory accentuated in all the ways memories are, in some ways brighter and in some dimmer.
Throw up is my phobia. I cannot look at a movie screen when someone throws up. I wish that something else came into my mind but it didn’t. Dang it. Why do you think people think it was funny?
Tossed into a page which requires Flash to be fully function, I am left to wonder if my technological frugality will convey upon me special powers of time distortion? Will I be able to type for minute after minute with no fear of ticking clocks?
Will I be able to throw caution to the photons and expound delightfully and pedantically with the stately measure of progress which gives me pleasure?
i dont know what throw means in my language, i have to look in a online dictonary, wait a moment, ok i also dont know this word in my language, ok i do know because i red the desccirpton
My best friend in infancy was my special dog, Bagel, so named for his coloring. One day my sister, nicknamed “bandit,” illicitly played with the toy, to my intense four-year-old rage. I sobbed and screamed and had a fit and the placid, prematurely evil two-year-old calmly played on. My mother, desperate to teach me to fight back, handed me Molly’s special dog, Snoopy, ragged and well-loved. Snoopy in tow, I marched up to Molly and announced, through tears and conniptions, that I had her dog now and I would play with him to my *sob* heart’s content.
Molly calmly looked up at me.
“No you won’t. He’s mine.”
With an indignant, shuddering scream I hurled the toy at her, and as she toddled off with both dogs I cried.
I hope I know any better now. I’m not sure I do.
throw down like an ass beating is that what some people deserve? Im pretty sure everyone in their lifetime has had a reason to have their face kicked in but is it alwayse necessary?
a ball a foot ball to catch it. a blanket to warm your toes and your cat. an egg into the woods. a toamatoe. throw. the author. thrown.
You throw tantrums
to see how far they fly.
Throw the baby out
with the bath
the water
the whole tub.
See if she can fly.
Throw your arms
out of their sockets,
wrench the thin sticks
until they turn
they way you please.
Throw and throw
tire yourself out.
I want to throw a freakin rock at him. If I didn’t love him – I probably would have done so already. He irritates the crap out of me, I just wish I knew what he was thinking.. Ahhhh – men.
Throw me a pillow right now and make me happy for the rest of the day. I am so utterly exhausted it’s not even funny. Why oh why, did I HAVE to come in to work today. Urgh. Sleep and dream is all I crave and an answer from the man I love.
Throw my brain!!!
When you throw up, you want to turn toward the EMT. The paramedic should not be the target… unless you are the EMT. I once was beat by the nurse in the ER who turned the patient at me, so I got it instead of him.
I used to throw things alot but I finally learned to control my temper. When you throw things out of anger you loose something twice – peace of mind and the thing that you throw which is now broken.
forcefully, i threw myself at the sunset. the wind caught underneath my shirt, flapping like a pair of wings,
don’t throw it away, you may need it someday, be patient !
i’ve thrown my smile away.
and you wonder why my garbage can is so full of post-it notes with memories of you?
i throw a punch, into the side of the most beautiful face i’ve ever seen. see the most clear form of pain as i’ve come into contact with the soft skin and landed on bone. i destroy the most beautiful face i’ve ever seen. blood runs across my very, sorrowful ball of fingers and knuckles.
away this motha fuckin son of a bitch, throw away sorrows and fear as llife can be beautiful if you imagine it so as she is beautiful and cool and likeable and intelligent, as an inbiza sunrise or the beach at sinemoretz. How any word can lead to this exact same notion, as a path in your brain you walk over and over.
oh i don’t know exactly what this word does mean, i hate when i don’t know whatwords does mean, i feel i’m juste stupid and i’m not oh maybe i am in fact i dont know, but yes i know, it isn’t the real problem, the real problem is that i want to be loved by somenone i would love as mluch as he loves me, but it is oh i was about to write it isnt possible but i thuink it is, i think we can eat cornflakes on a beach also and that could be fantastic but well, i don’t know exactly.
throw your soul into the sky and be ready for what it comes.
The stone lies in my hand, it speaks to me to make it fly over the fence I built. I throw myself into believing.
i’m tired of typing don’t feel like doing this but what do you care? Oh what a world what a world. i’m melting! i’m melting!
He held the ball gently, before tossing in between his hands nonchalantly in a defiant gesture. This wasn’t about the ball at all.
The light from the sun caught in the uneven glass of the old window, and shone brightly directly onto his face, causing him to squint, before throwing the ball down and walking away.
Sometimes just when you thought you had thrown everything away, like leaves left alone in autumn, the wind just seems to have a knack at blowing them in your face again. Not bad enough that it ruffles your feathers, but it reminds you, of your painful past.
I really need to throw away the junk taking over this house, thought Danielle. I just can’t take this clutter anymore, it is messing with my head. Clean house, clean mind- that’s just what I need.
This is something I need to do. I need to go through my things and throw away alot of the stuff I really don’t need or haven’t used in a while. It is now just clutter.
Throwing the hammer as hard as he could he then watched it arch through the air, before hitting the escapee in the back of the skull. “Serves him right for thinking he can eat for free.” “Bastard.”
Out the window with you – I said — and the computer flew a few yards down to hit the ground with a crash. That’ll teach that old rusting piece of junk good. But how will I continue my homework — never thought of that.
One day I was given a ball. I didn’t really know what to do with it. It landed right there in front of my feet. Where did it come from? What should I do with it?
Then a young, energetic voice yelled over a bush line; “Hey mister, can you throw back the ball?” I picked up the worn out ball. Flipped it around in my hands and then threw it back over to him.
people throw up. people throw balls. i don’t throw around the bush. or…is that beat around the bush? there isn’t a whole lot i can say about throw. it’s a pretty lame word and i don’t care that much about it at 20 to 6 in the morning.
throw it all out of the window. let it go adn feel like a rockstar even though its not a tv in your hands. it doesnt even have to be in your hands it could be in your head. doesnt matter as long as you can release it. never touch it again. just try not to hit anyone else with it on the way down. or worse on the ground because it could kill someone else, the weight of it, coming from a height like that.
Throw makes me always think about my grandma. She uses the word throw to describe blankets, and for some reason i think it’s cute. It reminds of how when i was young i used to make fun of her for apparently using “old people” words, but now it realize how i probably sound just as silly to her now, as she did to me back then.
toss it all away. gather, pilfer, pitch, and purge– the ritual of each passing school year. teaching yourself to accumulate nothing but retain everything.
what will I collect this year? a notebook, a handicraft, an std. out with the old-
i throw stuff all the time
it is like pies in a microwave
sausages and throwing are very valuable
monkeys like to throw turtles at the moon
i like to throw shoes at mitchell
I threw it against the wall.
Bounce. Bounce.
The shadow was black, oblong, and big. Strange I said to myself how the light changes a shape. How my eyes change with that shape.
I throw it against the wall.
You think it would be out of protest.
throwing is something i love to do. my penis throws loads down bitches throads. my hand throws food into the air so my mouth can catch it. cupids bow throws arrows of passion into fine ladies. my hair throws the fine laides into a frenzy. :p