When throwing that damned ball, I thought of nothing else but his stupid face. I wanted him to just be thrown into a wall, just like the ball. But then again, I shouldn’t just go ruining his life because I didn’t really like him. Yeah, he ruined me, and cheated on me, but I guess I’ll just let Karma do it’s thing.
Tina
Throwing up. Again. After a few minutes it’s just dry heaves and I can feel tears burning twin lines through the dust on my cheeks. Nothing you can do prepares you; no matter how much you steel yourself it’s always the same.
Kris Johnson
Throw it out there,
and see if it will stick,
make a difference,
resonate,
or perhaps even come back to you.
and even if it doesn’t…
as least you added to the great human consciousness..
Jenn
The ball landed in her worn old glove with a thunk. It was a lot harder than she had thought it would be and she let out an invoulntary squeal of pain. the only reason she was playing was for her dad.
katie
throw away the old chains that bind, throw away your old life and create something new. Throw away your old values, learn new ones. Throw a ball to a child, teach them to throw, and you in tern will grow.
g allen stewart
You throw a ball for a dog and watch it run right past while you go and fetch it! Why do you do it again and again? Love!
Meanne
Don’t throw it all away, my mom used to say. Throw what away? I would think? I didn’t ever throw things in the trash that wasn’t trash. Once I grew up, I knew what she was talking about. She was talking about those single moments in which we have a decision to make. One decision will be good for us and the other will throw it all away. Throw all of what away? Potential, hope, love, peace, achievement, success . . . happiness.
Elaine
baseball boomerang up circular outside field mark arm trajectory
flying clouds goal helmet launch noise running stripes bird laughter voices football crowd cheering
Kate Eggert
baseball boomerang up circular outside field mark arm trajectory
Kate Eggert
throw yourself at your husband so he can satusfy his needs through you. because in such case then you will also be satisfied because he will be able to pleasure you more when he is happy. when he has his way. don’t throw things outside of the window because that is littering and can get you in trouble. in third world coumntried you can get away with it but it is still not ethically correct.
kam
Throw it away, throw it out, throw off the curvature of the future, and bleed for the past in the meen time.
Throw!!!! Toss out the masses, those confusing twisting, sickening masses,
Leave only hope for tomorrow
Kim
i throw myself off of a building happily at the thought that i may never heard from you again… my life is thrown completely off kilter and i can do nothing to save this.. this beautiful thing that could have been us and instead is just me standing here alone.
Kitty
to throw away your life sounds fatal at first but only when you do can you begin your new life. if you hang on to the old you you will never grow.
nandez
ball
bomb
grenade
person
arm
finger
catch
partner
worth
miss
hit
fast
slow
curve
toss
fetch
bob
I can’t seem to throw away all those moth-holed,deodorant-stained black t-shirts from my closet. Agressive record cover designs of dead bdies and exploding toilets. It used to be my life, the reason for my life. My hiding place as I walked out of my sanctuary.
nukke
Throw your life away.
You’ll just throw your life away.
That’s what I’m alsways told if I say that I want to take up an occupation as a writer or an actor. I’m sure they’re probably right, but maybe I want to throw my life away for a little while to see if someone can catch it. I want to throw caution to the winds and experiment, see what comees of my latest mistake or risk. I want to see what becomes of a life that I could have thrown away.
Brianna
when i think about that i think about when i used to play football with my friends at highschool, we used to throw the ball back and forth and see how far we could kick/throw/run the ball. we would tackle eachother and then i would always get stuck as quarterback because i was the quickest and i knew how to run fast and get away from the tacklers. i’d throw the ball as quick as possible because i would have 300 pound me coming after me.
diink felix
Throwing up was never really a good experience for me. It always meant that I got to stay home from school, but staying home just to sleep and hurl was never fun. I mean, really. Who actually had fun puking up their guts in the middle of the school day? Granted, you missed out on disgusting cafeteria lunches while you did it, but you just reacted the same way you would have if you had eaten them anyway. you’re missing out on your friends, really.
Brianna
Throw? Is that all there is? Throw? Why can’t I run? How about skip? Maybe toss. That’s like throw. Toss the ball. Toss the pencil. Toss the eraser. That sounds a lot better than throwing the pencil, throwing the eraser. Throwing will get you into trouble. Throwing is harder than tossing. Tossing is nice. It’s gentle. It doesn’t sound so violent. You can’t say toss the punch, but throw the punch. Throw should be rarely used.
JP
He went to throw it away, throw it far and fast out of his mind. But something inside held on. For some reason he couldn’t do it. He started to believe that everything happened for a reason, and maybe this was an example of it.
Ryan Golonka
against the lonely wall
my ball gently bounces,
i dont know why at all
I quietly throw
michael reynolds
i like to throw things when i’m angry. i hate throwing up. i like free throws. i hate throwing things away or wasting. this is so stupid.
wai
throw every thing you know out the door becuase everything you know is a lie throw away these realitys that have been forced on you throw away all knwledge and start over becuase you cant advance without
anonymous
I’d throw myself before a raging horse or tearing bullet for you. You are the reason that the sky is blue, even through the rain, and the flowers bloom bright for me in the frost. In my heart, you bring perfection.
Nurgette
throw again? three days in a row? ok. throw it out. throw out the bullshit and you have what you’ve known all along. and there it is in black and white and the gray is gone and finally relief. relief like you never knew would feel so good. throw it out i’m telling you. throw it out. no more bullshit just honesty
~anna
I throw juggling clubs at people. They catch them, and throw them back at me.
Tara
throw the ball to the back of the room or the monkey will attack! nobody wants monkeys to attack. Not a single person. Rumor has it, it’s hell if they come out…especially at night, near the pumpkin patch. Some say they’re dressed like ninjas…others say dinosaurs…I don’t care what just keep them away from me!
heidi
Jette. Jette tes larmes sur les pailles de la vie, comme on jette une vieille version périmée d’un logiciel. Jette de toute ton âme, comme si ta mort en dépendait. Jette tes bagages, voyage léger. Tout ira bien…
The baseball pitcher wound up to throw. He wound up and let the ball fly. I stared at it realizing it was my destiny to hit that ball. I was meant to get a homerun! I, the last resource of my baseball team was meant to score the winning hit and end the inning. The ball got closer as I started to swing and WHAM! I was hit. But I still got to take a base.
Rachel Norris
To throw a ball is an interesting task. Some can do it successfully every time, from the first time they pick the ball up. Some need practice. Others will never learn to throw a ball no matter how hard they try or how long they live. It’s partly an inborn talent and partly polishing that talent.
Lydia
throwing things can be hilarious fun. Eggs, balls, rocks, snow, all these things are fun to throw. If I had the chance I would love to throw things all day. But then my arm would get tired, and I am sure it would get sore. But then again, if my sole purpose in life were throwing things, I am sure I would get used to it…and perhaps I could even get a good paying job…in sports or something. The only throwing that isn’t fun is…up!
Andrew
the ball flew with alarming velocity twards the pedestiran. as he turned, he saw the lump of hard rubber bearing down on him just soon enough to dive into a store and hit a drum that mercifully remainedintact. swearign lightly and rubbing what would soon be a a large lump
doug
Joe threw the ball at the catcher. Wham! Jimmy missed again. Strike out! Team change! Like men rushing for the subway, players scurried on and off the field in a mad dash of speed and gusto. Blue and white uniforms mixed and mashed as the players took up position where their counterparts had stood just before. Game on! Play ball! Bottom of the seventh. The Yankees were up, and this was their day. Jimmy stood on the pitchers mound. This time, it was Joe’s turn to lose.
Dan O'Connell
It threw me off, seeing her sitting there. It had been years since I’d even thought about her.
Not true. I’d thought about her off and on, since that final day. But it’d had been the casual thoughts of a life lived together. So much time spent in the company of another, that even after you part ways, they stay in your head.
And now, here she was.
Jillian
throw away my soul, go do this
for it matters not. my heart lies in wet sand
ready to ride the tide of sorrow.
Melanie-bd
he thrwe away it and then it came out again and bited. but he saw it and threw it back and it throwed up. then thru the throw he thought he saw a thresher throwing it but it wasn’t and he sstopped
Andrew Thorson
Okay… this is my first go at this. It’s a really weird idea, personally. Kinda ironic that you throw a word at me. I think of frisbees and balls. What am I suppose to do?
David Berry
I stood there, my heart beating. My team was in the finals. This was the last throw. I had to make it a good one. It was win or lose. I raised my arm, and threw the ball. Home run.
My team carried me across the field.
Jess
the ball was thrown across the yard and the dog sprinted to retrieve it. i had never seen a dog run so fast, painting like its last minute on earth. it made me smile to see my dog so happy for such a simple gesture. i love my dog, he is my best friend forever.
When throwing that damned ball, I thought of nothing else but his stupid face. I wanted him to just be thrown into a wall, just like the ball. But then again, I shouldn’t just go ruining his life because I didn’t really like him. Yeah, he ruined me, and cheated on me, but I guess I’ll just let Karma do it’s thing.
Throwing up. Again. After a few minutes it’s just dry heaves and I can feel tears burning twin lines through the dust on my cheeks. Nothing you can do prepares you; no matter how much you steel yourself it’s always the same.
Throw it out there,
and see if it will stick,
make a difference,
resonate,
or perhaps even come back to you.
and even if it doesn’t…
as least you added to the great human consciousness..
The ball landed in her worn old glove with a thunk. It was a lot harder than she had thought it would be and she let out an invoulntary squeal of pain. the only reason she was playing was for her dad.
throw away the old chains that bind, throw away your old life and create something new. Throw away your old values, learn new ones. Throw a ball to a child, teach them to throw, and you in tern will grow.
You throw a ball for a dog and watch it run right past while you go and fetch it! Why do you do it again and again? Love!
Don’t throw it all away, my mom used to say. Throw what away? I would think? I didn’t ever throw things in the trash that wasn’t trash. Once I grew up, I knew what she was talking about. She was talking about those single moments in which we have a decision to make. One decision will be good for us and the other will throw it all away. Throw all of what away? Potential, hope, love, peace, achievement, success . . . happiness.
baseball boomerang up circular outside field mark arm trajectory
flying clouds goal helmet launch noise running stripes bird laughter voices football crowd cheering
baseball boomerang up circular outside field mark arm trajectory
throw yourself at your husband so he can satusfy his needs through you. because in such case then you will also be satisfied because he will be able to pleasure you more when he is happy. when he has his way. don’t throw things outside of the window because that is littering and can get you in trouble. in third world coumntried you can get away with it but it is still not ethically correct.
Throw it away, throw it out, throw off the curvature of the future, and bleed for the past in the meen time.
Throw!!!! Toss out the masses, those confusing twisting, sickening masses,
Leave only hope for tomorrow
i throw myself off of a building happily at the thought that i may never heard from you again… my life is thrown completely off kilter and i can do nothing to save this.. this beautiful thing that could have been us and instead is just me standing here alone.
to throw away your life sounds fatal at first but only when you do can you begin your new life. if you hang on to the old you you will never grow.
ball
bomb
grenade
person
arm
finger
catch
partner
worth
miss
hit
fast
slow
curve
toss
fetch
I can’t seem to throw away all those moth-holed,deodorant-stained black t-shirts from my closet. Agressive record cover designs of dead bdies and exploding toilets. It used to be my life, the reason for my life. My hiding place as I walked out of my sanctuary.
Throw your life away.
You’ll just throw your life away.
That’s what I’m alsways told if I say that I want to take up an occupation as a writer or an actor. I’m sure they’re probably right, but maybe I want to throw my life away for a little while to see if someone can catch it. I want to throw caution to the winds and experiment, see what comees of my latest mistake or risk. I want to see what becomes of a life that I could have thrown away.
when i think about that i think about when i used to play football with my friends at highschool, we used to throw the ball back and forth and see how far we could kick/throw/run the ball. we would tackle eachother and then i would always get stuck as quarterback because i was the quickest and i knew how to run fast and get away from the tacklers. i’d throw the ball as quick as possible because i would have 300 pound me coming after me.
Throwing up was never really a good experience for me. It always meant that I got to stay home from school, but staying home just to sleep and hurl was never fun. I mean, really. Who actually had fun puking up their guts in the middle of the school day? Granted, you missed out on disgusting cafeteria lunches while you did it, but you just reacted the same way you would have if you had eaten them anyway. you’re missing out on your friends, really.
Throw? Is that all there is? Throw? Why can’t I run? How about skip? Maybe toss. That’s like throw. Toss the ball. Toss the pencil. Toss the eraser. That sounds a lot better than throwing the pencil, throwing the eraser. Throwing will get you into trouble. Throwing is harder than tossing. Tossing is nice. It’s gentle. It doesn’t sound so violent. You can’t say toss the punch, but throw the punch. Throw should be rarely used.
He went to throw it away, throw it far and fast out of his mind. But something inside held on. For some reason he couldn’t do it. He started to believe that everything happened for a reason, and maybe this was an example of it.
against the lonely wall
my ball gently bounces,
i dont know why at all
I quietly throw
i like to throw things when i’m angry. i hate throwing up. i like free throws. i hate throwing things away or wasting. this is so stupid.
throw every thing you know out the door becuase everything you know is a lie throw away these realitys that have been forced on you throw away all knwledge and start over becuase you cant advance without
I’d throw myself before a raging horse or tearing bullet for you. You are the reason that the sky is blue, even through the rain, and the flowers bloom bright for me in the frost. In my heart, you bring perfection.
throw again? three days in a row? ok. throw it out. throw out the bullshit and you have what you’ve known all along. and there it is in black and white and the gray is gone and finally relief. relief like you never knew would feel so good. throw it out i’m telling you. throw it out. no more bullshit just honesty
I throw juggling clubs at people. They catch them, and throw them back at me.
throw the ball to the back of the room or the monkey will attack! nobody wants monkeys to attack. Not a single person. Rumor has it, it’s hell if they come out…especially at night, near the pumpkin patch. Some say they’re dressed like ninjas…others say dinosaurs…I don’t care what just keep them away from me!
Jette. Jette tes larmes sur les pailles de la vie, comme on jette une vieille version périmée d’un logiciel. Jette de toute ton âme, comme si ta mort en dépendait. Jette tes bagages, voyage léger. Tout ira bien…
oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
The baseball pitcher wound up to throw. He wound up and let the ball fly. I stared at it realizing it was my destiny to hit that ball. I was meant to get a homerun! I, the last resource of my baseball team was meant to score the winning hit and end the inning. The ball got closer as I started to swing and WHAM! I was hit. But I still got to take a base.
To throw a ball is an interesting task. Some can do it successfully every time, from the first time they pick the ball up. Some need practice. Others will never learn to throw a ball no matter how hard they try or how long they live. It’s partly an inborn talent and partly polishing that talent.
throwing things can be hilarious fun. Eggs, balls, rocks, snow, all these things are fun to throw. If I had the chance I would love to throw things all day. But then my arm would get tired, and I am sure it would get sore. But then again, if my sole purpose in life were throwing things, I am sure I would get used to it…and perhaps I could even get a good paying job…in sports or something. The only throwing that isn’t fun is…up!
the ball flew with alarming velocity twards the pedestiran. as he turned, he saw the lump of hard rubber bearing down on him just soon enough to dive into a store and hit a drum that mercifully remainedintact. swearign lightly and rubbing what would soon be a a large lump
Joe threw the ball at the catcher. Wham! Jimmy missed again. Strike out! Team change! Like men rushing for the subway, players scurried on and off the field in a mad dash of speed and gusto. Blue and white uniforms mixed and mashed as the players took up position where their counterparts had stood just before. Game on! Play ball! Bottom of the seventh. The Yankees were up, and this was their day. Jimmy stood on the pitchers mound. This time, it was Joe’s turn to lose.
It threw me off, seeing her sitting there. It had been years since I’d even thought about her.
Not true. I’d thought about her off and on, since that final day. But it’d had been the casual thoughts of a life lived together. So much time spent in the company of another, that even after you part ways, they stay in your head.
And now, here she was.
throw away my soul, go do this
for it matters not. my heart lies in wet sand
ready to ride the tide of sorrow.
he thrwe away it and then it came out again and bited. but he saw it and threw it back and it throwed up. then thru the throw he thought he saw a thresher throwing it but it wasn’t and he sstopped
Okay… this is my first go at this. It’s a really weird idea, personally. Kinda ironic that you throw a word at me. I think of frisbees and balls. What am I suppose to do?
I stood there, my heart beating. My team was in the finals. This was the last throw. I had to make it a good one. It was win or lose. I raised my arm, and threw the ball. Home run.
My team carried me across the field.
the ball was thrown across the yard and the dog sprinted to retrieve it. i had never seen a dog run so fast, painting like its last minute on earth. it made me smile to see my dog so happy for such a simple gesture. i love my dog, he is my best friend forever.