we were thrown back with laughter
and our backs broken
because it was a little ridiculous
how messed up our
country really was.
sighs howl in our hysterical ears.
He was thrown from the car after the sharp turn. She hadn’t /meant/ to lose him but to think about it, honestly, she wasn’t all that disappointed that it’d happened. He hadn’t stopped talking since she’d picked him up and she’d never been much for socializing. Even before, and now was about survival, not making friends. So be it if she lost a new one.
She was thrown out of the club. She was being ridiculous. She was drunk, sad, lonely, and just plain pathetic. She knew that this was something that wasn’t her. She would never do something like that.
Black fluid crept up his hand, writhing like slimy creature up his arms, reaching long slimy tendrils, crawling toward his shoulder as if it were alive. The world spun, an eerie incandescent glow the same shade and texture of the journal pages. The ink was to his neck now, and his hand went fluid, dissolving into ink itself. He stared for a long moment into his own reflection, distorted by that pool of black of such a perfect shade that it almost sucked him in. And then it did. And suddenly he was thrown into a world quite unlike his own. He recognized it. Mesorath, the world he had created.
I feel like I’ve been slammed down and smashed and I cannot get up.
this fear pressing down on my bones and this cough wrecking my frame
when will it end this thing called breathing
or is it the unknown that makes the inhalation a thing of labor instead of beauty?
help.
He took me by the arm and I was thrown into the wall. He comes toward me with the most menacing look on his face. “Don’t you ever say that again.” I moved back toward the wall.
It’s the edge, where it happens. The green grass never flowed in wind, the stars never guided the way, but here the edge came, and you know it was too much to think it would fall away, like the rest. The only thing remaining, constant, undoubtable, is the end
Forgive me, dear heart! Oh please, oh god, I didn’t mean… It’s been so long since I’ve had a hit, so much blood pouring off the hills, the swells rising up to meet my saliva. She was there, your daughter, her purity pricking me, rising mist-like from her warm skin. I needed blood. I’m sorry, my love, I couldn’t wait.
Sure, I’ll be your friend, I’ll be your unnamed partner, there to be tossed jokes and fall underneath the needs of your cruelty, sure I’ll be your accomplice, giving in to the crimes your heart commits, sure I’ll be the one you love, the one who loves, the glass creature never been but so necessary to your story, to your soul
Tossed overboard like so much grain, rice, potatoes, like the work there wasn’t to be done, the food no there to be tended and eaten, another body, giving in to the trials on the way
Mama had thrown out her back, the better for us little monsters to dig into our bums and spread poo across the walls. Too low for mama to reach, she seems extra saggy today. Mama, why are you crying? She lights a candle for the virgin Mary. That night, I dream I feed my poop to Jesus who licks his lips and says, “yum.” Soon after he vomits tufts of sheep’s wool. Mary walks in and says, “What a mess!” and swiftly spanks my bum. I wake up in a cold sweat. I clean the wall myself. There is a stain left behind, in the shape of the Virgin Mary.
The oranges were thrown from the truck with such force they arced through the air in a great wave. A moment of orange beauty until the truck itself lifted, rolled, and crashed down into the dirty roadside ditch, its tires spinning furiously, finding no purchase in the thick southern air.
He was so thrown at the idea of seeing her again that he didn’t know what to do, run or face her head on? It is moments like this that have to ability to change a persons life and the course they are set on. So what should he do? That is the question.
Objects in flight always disturbed me, even if they were only airborne for a moment. There’s something so unsettling about even just a second in which the rules of gravity seem to be in flux.
I was thrown. Floored. Angry. Upset. How could he have said that to me? Accusing me of stealing his ideas, his work and all the while, he used me to do all those things that he couldn’t do for himself…or said he couldn’t do for himself. Make his lunch. Do his laundry. Pick up 15 bottles of hand sanitizer. When I signed up for internship, I was expecting more than being a babysitter…and accusations of thievery. As far as I was concerned, he needed to be thrown – right out the window.
He tumbled over the railing, a burst of arms and limbs wildly thrashing about as he was thrown into the sea. Submersion was a shock to the system; it was as if he could feel each drop of water seeping through the layers of his garments until they licked his skin with icy wetness – a terrifying sensation that seemed to happen both in slow motion and in an instant.
king. queen castle is magicall dragon alighn the wall and protect the people the king conquers and see his people knows his people brings joy to popeople and stays in everry
the knife was thrown accross the room barely misssing my head . watson was fearstuck, he couldnt move at all. the suspect i knew was the person who had discussed the crime with me, johnson wolffe he told me of his own crime, what an imbecile, i thought. another knife was thrown, this time further away, i could tell he was nervous, scared even. i yelled over to him,”Johnson, put the gun down, we will not hurt you trust me. we’ll put our weapons on the ground while you do the same okay?” watson gave me a look that signalled he didnt like the plan. we barely heard a reply, his voice was shakey, almost crying,” i never meant to do it, i never meant to kill-” i cut him off mid-sentence,” we know that just slowly walk closer withe any sort of weapon you have be where you are standing now. we will let you even be by yourself in a house far away from here if that’s what you want.” i heard a loud thump and then the sound of metal on wood, he agreed to our terms. ” you made a good choice Johnson you made the right choice.” i was saying whilst putting my gun down signalling for watson to do the same.
the room was lined with gold with the purest marble for floors and walls. But in the center stood the grand object the thrown. it was all gold lined with jems and at the top a diamond. the seat was the finest red silk full with color. on top sat Queen Elizabeth her face pale and beautiful and her gown mad of silk, satin, wolf fur, and millions of crystals. her head was lined with a gold crown and tons of rare jewels including a large diamond in the center.
Now don’t think of her looks miss Elizabeth is light as a feather because she is as plump as a hippo and quite heavy when she sits on me the thrown.
the room was lined with gold with the purest marble for floors and walls. But in the center stood the grand object the thrown. it was all gold lined with jems and at the top a diamond. the seat was the finest red silk full with color. on top sat Queen Elizabeth her face pale and beautiful and her gown mad of silk, satin, wolf fur, and millions of crystals. her head was lined with a gold crown and tons of rare jewels including a large diamond in the center.
Now don’t think of her looks miss Elizabeth is light as a feather because she is as plump as a hippo
My life has been thrown backwards into oblivion, my so called friends hate me, I might have a sickness, and my life is ruined. I want to scream, punch something. But most of all, I want to sit under a willow tree. Everyone teased me for being who i was, and I would go sit under the Willow Tree when I was upset. I thought it was magical, a place of escape. When I closed my eyes, I was a wizard, a Lost Girl. I would dance around the tree with my friends. Then, most of all, what I would do would be to sit and think. I would think through my anger, talk myself through what I was dealing with. Then, when I had to go to a school away from the tree, that was when I bought Orchid. And she was my knew Willow Tree. She helps me through my anger. I know that I will probably never see that tree again, but, in my mind, Orchid is the spirit of the tree. The Willow Tree is always with me, no matter where I go. So I think I can get through this.
My life has been thrown backwards into oblivion, my so called friends hate me, I might have a sickness, and my life is ruined. I want to scream, punch something. But most of all, I want to sit under a willow tree. Everyone teased me for being who i was, and I would go sit under the Willow Tree when I was upset. I thought it was magical, a place of escape. When I closed my eyes, I was a wizard, a Lost Girl. I would dance around the tree with my friends. Then, most of all, what I would do would be to sit and think. I would think through my anger, talk myself through what I was dealing with. Then, when I had to go to a school away from the tree, that was when I bought Orchid. And she was my knew Willow Tree. She helps me through my anger. I know that I will probably never see that tree again, but, in my mind, Orchid is the spirit of the tree. The Willow Tree is always with me, no matter where I go.
He took another look at the bomb in his hand. It was so simple. Toss it into the crowd in front of him, and it becomes a statement of his will, a gift thrown to the gods of chaos.
Some people have thrown balls for their life’s, and some people have thrown their life away like its a ball, and some people have thrown their talents away because another person has made fun of it. But some people who had once thrown away their life have got up again and are helping others to not throw their life away.
To know the outcome of a decision for the choice is made. To feel the pain of an un-dealt blow. This is not a collective knowledge that we have inherited but a dim experience we’ve been cast out of, thrown out of understanding and into
Thrown can represent a variety of different means. You can throw a party, be thrown across a room, throw a ball, or be thrown off guard. Some meanings are fun; some violent; others as a game; and some not even physical at all, i.e. just mentally thrown.
Tossed aside like paper, cast out like broken glass
she took one look behind her, and sadly breathed her last,
given all she gave up and taken all she had
she never deserved this exist, she’d never been that bad;
but this was how they saw her, like trash with no regard
if only they had saved her, she’d have been a brighter shard.
The essay looked as if it had been hastily thrown together, and I could tell. From the random Wikipedia segments to the occasional blue links to barely readable “literature” sites, the paper was nothing short of a catastrophe. I was ready to draw a fat red D onto the sheet when Leslie walked into the room.
“So,” she said, short of breath, “I was thinking…bowling for my birthday?”
thrown through the air, the squire crashed into a nearby pile of red mud bricks. The dark man in armor advances onto our helpless hero, our knight without a knightship,
He was thrown into a new landscape, no trees, no sign of life. Just vastness. All around him. And it took him a few seconds to realize that he was okay, it was all okay. He was used to being thrown around randomly, he always managed to get thrown back to where he belonged anyway.
Daily in Fire
Or very jaws of defeat
!’m thrown… but, I am!
we were thrown back with laughter
and our backs broken
because it was a little ridiculous
how messed up our
country really was.
sighs howl in our hysterical ears.
He was thrown from the car after the sharp turn. She hadn’t /meant/ to lose him but to think about it, honestly, she wasn’t all that disappointed that it’d happened. He hadn’t stopped talking since she’d picked him up and she’d never been much for socializing. Even before, and now was about survival, not making friends. So be it if she lost a new one.
She was thrown out of the club. She was being ridiculous. She was drunk, sad, lonely, and just plain pathetic. She knew that this was something that wasn’t her. She would never do something like that.
Black fluid crept up his hand, writhing like slimy creature up his arms, reaching long slimy tendrils, crawling toward his shoulder as if it were alive. The world spun, an eerie incandescent glow the same shade and texture of the journal pages. The ink was to his neck now, and his hand went fluid, dissolving into ink itself. He stared for a long moment into his own reflection, distorted by that pool of black of such a perfect shade that it almost sucked him in. And then it did. And suddenly he was thrown into a world quite unlike his own. He recognized it. Mesorath, the world he had created.
I feel like I’ve been slammed down and smashed and I cannot get up.
this fear pressing down on my bones and this cough wrecking my frame
when will it end this thing called breathing
or is it the unknown that makes the inhalation a thing of labor instead of beauty?
help.
I thrown a water balloon at Reed and he laughed and thrown one back and me. We laughed and tackled each other. It was cute and romantic. *sigh*
He took me by the arm and I was thrown into the wall. He comes toward me with the most menacing look on his face. “Don’t you ever say that again.” I moved back toward the wall.
I’ve thrown my last tantrum for the month.
I’m simply over spilled coffee and undisputed argurements
i”m giving up, finally.
just so so
Doubt:
It’s the edge, where it happens. The green grass never flowed in wind, the stars never guided the way, but here the edge came, and you know it was too much to think it would fall away, like the rest. The only thing remaining, constant, undoubtable, is the end
i’m so shy.i want to improve my spken english to communicate with others.
Apologetic:
Forgive me, dear heart! Oh please, oh god, I didn’t mean… It’s been so long since I’ve had a hit, so much blood pouring off the hills, the swells rising up to meet my saliva. She was there, your daughter, her purity pricking me, rising mist-like from her warm skin. I needed blood. I’m sorry, my love, I couldn’t wait.
Accomplice:
Sure, I’ll be your friend, I’ll be your unnamed partner, there to be tossed jokes and fall underneath the needs of your cruelty, sure I’ll be your accomplice, giving in to the crimes your heart commits, sure I’ll be the one you love, the one who loves, the glass creature never been but so necessary to your story, to your soul
Tossed overboard like so much grain, rice, potatoes, like the work there wasn’t to be done, the food no there to be tended and eaten, another body, giving in to the trials on the way
Mama had thrown out her back, the better for us little monsters to dig into our bums and spread poo across the walls. Too low for mama to reach, she seems extra saggy today. Mama, why are you crying? She lights a candle for the virgin Mary. That night, I dream I feed my poop to Jesus who licks his lips and says, “yum.” Soon after he vomits tufts of sheep’s wool. Mary walks in and says, “What a mess!” and swiftly spanks my bum. I wake up in a cold sweat. I clean the wall myself. There is a stain left behind, in the shape of the Virgin Mary.
The oranges were thrown from the truck with such force they arced through the air in a great wave. A moment of orange beauty until the truck itself lifted, rolled, and crashed down into the dirty roadside ditch, its tires spinning furiously, finding no purchase in the thick southern air.
Yesterday I was going to make toast for my husband, but it burnt and unfortunately I had it thrown away.
He was so thrown at the idea of seeing her again that he didn’t know what to do, run or face her head on? It is moments like this that have to ability to change a persons life and the course they are set on. So what should he do? That is the question.
Objects in flight always disturbed me, even if they were only airborne for a moment. There’s something so unsettling about even just a second in which the rules of gravity seem to be in flux.
I was thrown. Floored. Angry. Upset. How could he have said that to me? Accusing me of stealing his ideas, his work and all the while, he used me to do all those things that he couldn’t do for himself…or said he couldn’t do for himself. Make his lunch. Do his laundry. Pick up 15 bottles of hand sanitizer. When I signed up for internship, I was expecting more than being a babysitter…and accusations of thievery. As far as I was concerned, he needed to be thrown – right out the window.
He tumbled over the railing, a burst of arms and limbs wildly thrashing about as he was thrown into the sea. Submersion was a shock to the system; it was as if he could feel each drop of water seeping through the layers of his garments until they licked his skin with icy wetness – a terrifying sensation that seemed to happen both in slow motion and in an instant.
king. queen castle is magicall dragon alighn the wall and protect the people the king conquers and see his people knows his people brings joy to popeople and stays in everry
We have been thrown into this life with no idea of where we are going or what we are doing
hope you guys enjoy
the knife was thrown accross the room barely misssing my head . watson was fearstuck, he couldnt move at all. the suspect i knew was the person who had discussed the crime with me, johnson wolffe he told me of his own crime, what an imbecile, i thought. another knife was thrown, this time further away, i could tell he was nervous, scared even. i yelled over to him,”Johnson, put the gun down, we will not hurt you trust me. we’ll put our weapons on the ground while you do the same okay?” watson gave me a look that signalled he didnt like the plan. we barely heard a reply, his voice was shakey, almost crying,” i never meant to do it, i never meant to kill-” i cut him off mid-sentence,” we know that just slowly walk closer withe any sort of weapon you have be where you are standing now. we will let you even be by yourself in a house far away from here if that’s what you want.” i heard a loud thump and then the sound of metal on wood, he agreed to our terms. ” you made a good choice Johnson you made the right choice.” i was saying whilst putting my gun down signalling for watson to do the same.
please enjoy my thrown
the room was lined with gold with the purest marble for floors and walls. But in the center stood the grand object the thrown. it was all gold lined with jems and at the top a diamond. the seat was the finest red silk full with color. on top sat Queen Elizabeth her face pale and beautiful and her gown mad of silk, satin, wolf fur, and millions of crystals. her head was lined with a gold crown and tons of rare jewels including a large diamond in the center.
Now don’t think of her looks miss Elizabeth is light as a feather because she is as plump as a hippo and quite heavy when she sits on me the thrown.
the room was lined with gold with the purest marble for floors and walls. But in the center stood the grand object the thrown. it was all gold lined with jems and at the top a diamond. the seat was the finest red silk full with color. on top sat Queen Elizabeth her face pale and beautiful and her gown mad of silk, satin, wolf fur, and millions of crystals. her head was lined with a gold crown and tons of rare jewels including a large diamond in the center.
Now don’t think of her looks miss Elizabeth is light as a feather because she is as plump as a hippo
My life has been thrown backwards into oblivion, my so called friends hate me, I might have a sickness, and my life is ruined. I want to scream, punch something. But most of all, I want to sit under a willow tree. Everyone teased me for being who i was, and I would go sit under the Willow Tree when I was upset. I thought it was magical, a place of escape. When I closed my eyes, I was a wizard, a Lost Girl. I would dance around the tree with my friends. Then, most of all, what I would do would be to sit and think. I would think through my anger, talk myself through what I was dealing with. Then, when I had to go to a school away from the tree, that was when I bought Orchid. And she was my knew Willow Tree. She helps me through my anger. I know that I will probably never see that tree again, but, in my mind, Orchid is the spirit of the tree. The Willow Tree is always with me, no matter where I go. So I think I can get through this.
My life has been thrown backwards into oblivion, my so called friends hate me, I might have a sickness, and my life is ruined. I want to scream, punch something. But most of all, I want to sit under a willow tree. Everyone teased me for being who i was, and I would go sit under the Willow Tree when I was upset. I thought it was magical, a place of escape. When I closed my eyes, I was a wizard, a Lost Girl. I would dance around the tree with my friends. Then, most of all, what I would do would be to sit and think. I would think through my anger, talk myself through what I was dealing with. Then, when I had to go to a school away from the tree, that was when I bought Orchid. And she was my knew Willow Tree. She helps me through my anger. I know that I will probably never see that tree again, but, in my mind, Orchid is the spirit of the tree. The Willow Tree is always with me, no matter where I go.
He took another look at the bomb in his hand. It was so simple. Toss it into the crowd in front of him, and it becomes a statement of his will, a gift thrown to the gods of chaos.
Some people have thrown balls for their life’s, and some people have thrown their life away like its a ball, and some people have thrown their talents away because another person has made fun of it. But some people who had once thrown away their life have got up again and are helping others to not throw their life away.
To know the outcome of a decision for the choice is made. To feel the pain of an un-dealt blow. This is not a collective knowledge that we have inherited but a dim experience we’ve been cast out of, thrown out of understanding and into
Thrown can represent a variety of different means. You can throw a party, be thrown across a room, throw a ball, or be thrown off guard. Some meanings are fun; some violent; others as a game; and some not even physical at all, i.e. just mentally thrown.
Tossed aside like paper, cast out like broken glass
she took one look behind her, and sadly breathed her last,
given all she gave up and taken all she had
she never deserved this exist, she’d never been that bad;
but this was how they saw her, like trash with no regard
if only they had saved her, she’d have been a brighter shard.
The essay looked as if it had been hastily thrown together, and I could tell. From the random Wikipedia segments to the occasional blue links to barely readable “literature” sites, the paper was nothing short of a catastrophe. I was ready to draw a fat red D onto the sheet when Leslie walked into the room.
“So,” she said, short of breath, “I was thinking…bowling for my birthday?”
The ball was thrown far.
thrown through the air, the squire crashed into a nearby pile of red mud bricks. The dark man in armor advances onto our helpless hero, our knight without a knightship,
He was thrown into a new landscape, no trees, no sign of life. Just vastness. All around him. And it took him a few seconds to realize that he was okay, it was all okay. He was used to being thrown around randomly, he always managed to get thrown back to where he belonged anyway.