throw myself at you.
take me, please, i’m throwing myself.
catch me, love me, play with me, laugh with me, smile with me, make personal jokes with me, call me, depend on me, care about me.
throw yourself at me.
i will catch.
Throwing caution to the wind, I kissed you as you exited my car. I didn’t, couldn’t care about what would happen as a result, I had to kiss you. Maybe it was a goodbye kiss, maybe it was a hello…Until you kiss me back, I’m not going to know. I hate accidentally rhyming.
you said you wanted a commitment and then came the throw. I had no idea that you could throw so hard. now I am here completely thrown while you still want everything from me you and give nothing at all. you can have everything I have to give while I wait for you to do the same.
what can I say about throw, you can throw a ball, throw away stuff that you have. sometimes, throwing is also identified with throwing away more, like your life…, a good education or a spouse etc.
hey, you can also throw up, something you do not want to do.
I threw the ball as far as my aching arms allowed me. It was simply brilliant. My mind blazed with sarcastic words. That throw was simply amazing. I fell to the ground and grovelled and weeped. The day was done as the throw was made. The sky turned purple and the ground swallowed me in the shallow love of the world.
sometimes i like to throw things just to feel the force of something falling from my hands and being strewn across the room. i like to throw things when I’m mad or when I’m in a playful mood. Throwing things with force makes you feel a little powerful for 2 seconds.
Tossing one’s cookies is a delicate task, especially if you haven’t eaten them. Let’s say you have too much to drink and need to call God on the big white phone…make sure you’re close to the rim or you’ll be sure to splash your own legs.
Throw it away. Everyone always tossing garbage out. Don’t they realize that that’s something the earth can never get back. When you throw something away, it’s gone. I don’t know, to me, that’s a scary thought. I try to keep it to a minimum. It’s scary that our society has sunk to such a low that it’s actually difficult not to take material away from the earth forever.
I threw my life away when I turned 17. By the time I turned 22 I found the pieces I had scattered and slowly began searching Paris for them. I’ve almost collected all the pieces I threw away, as well as found some new ones.
i threw up. i hurled. i couldn’t help it, the car was moving and all that disgusting pinky red tomato sauce from the 13 dollar lunch was swashing around in my stomach. i hurled all over my dad’s car. all over my black velvet dress with the white silk collar. i even had good enough aim to splatter some on a nearby tree. it was disgustingly sick. I was upset.
throw out that garbage. What are you waiting for? I don’t see how it’s going to do you any good to hang onto it, to adore it, to love it. It’s useless, why can’t you see that? You’re so stubborn. I don’t understand you. Goodbye.
I whirled around a few times, and hurled it as far as I could into the distance. I put my hand over my eyes for shade. No need. No miraculous distance. Just a flop on the ground a short distance from where I was standing.
I wanted to throw up when I quit my job. I didn’t plan it. It just happened. I wish now that I would have had a second chance to throw something at the stupid adminastrator. He makes me want to throw up.
Sometimes one throws balls of various shapes and sizes. Usually it’s part of a game. There’s a car alarm going outside: I want to throw a brick out the window and stop it. Throwing is something that is a verb. To throw means to pick something up in one’s hand and toss it, though that doesn’t make you a tosser. Have you ever thought about how long 60 seconds is? Done.
throw a ball, throw a fight, throw a casual glance in someone’s direction, throw a party, throw yourself into your work, throw yourself into a tizzy, throw a fit.
throw up. throw a ball. throw yourself into something. throw me a bone here!!! throw away your fears, your past. throw away your hopes and dreams. throw yourself into the now, don’t worry about the future. throw yourself into being you! maybe it’ll turn out okay after all.
I threw my socks into the laudry machine and forgot them there. Then I gave up looking and smoked a cigarette outside. Who cares? I don’t. But now I’m getting blisters on the back of my feet and I wish I had some socks.
He threw down the picture with such anger and force that he was, for only a moment, distracted from his pain. Why did this have to happen? WHY did people have to be so utterly ignorant and cruel?
throwing everything away. out the window at 75 mph, around the curve, into the shoulder. now it’s gone, but does it really matter? did you really need it? maybe you can find something better. it can be good to rid yourself of excess and find something new to occupy your time.
Me in a lake. to feel the water all around me reminds that I am always in a surrouded environment and free and capable. It focuses my mind on the body environment and out of my made up mental environment.
when you throw something it leaves. usually on a trajectory thats rather pleasing, conjuring a feeling of satisfied relief, a disserpation of something that was waiting to get out of you.
I remember when I tried to skip rocks on the ocean in Cape Cod once. I saw my sister’s husband Jimmy doing it and I wanted to try. But I failed miserably. That memory was brought back to me the other day at work when I saw this little kid skipping rocks at the Wetlands in the zoo. I felt a little bit pathetic, because this, like, 7 year old could do it and I still couldn’t.
i throw peices of myself everyday everywhere….i never get them back, i never see any reciprocation outside among those pale faces staring back at me, passing me, surrounding me. I throw words and ideas and at the stars.
used to love baseball but i stopped playing because i started doing other sports and baseball at my high school was so political. i still love to get out and throw around a ball, and i often wonder if baseball really was my calling but i was discouraged by the douchebags who played in my high school. oh well, so it goes i suppose.
I threw a pebble into the ocean once on which I’d written the symbol that he’d taught me. The one with the two pac-men kissing. The one I got obsessed with for about 6 months of my life when I was seventeen. What a waste of time it was obsessing over that boy.
throwing a ball is awesome. i once met a man at the light rail station with 4 pound balls… atleast thats what he said. And then he puked. i am pretty sure he was drunk.
throw myself at you.
take me, please, i’m throwing myself.
catch me, love me, play with me, laugh with me, smile with me, make personal jokes with me, call me, depend on me, care about me.
throw yourself at me.
i will catch.
lift it up and let it go,
higher,
energy, into the void, stop it from staying.
Lift it again, higher again,
push push push push,
until it rises
Throwing caution to the wind, I kissed you as you exited my car. I didn’t, couldn’t care about what would happen as a result, I had to kiss you. Maybe it was a goodbye kiss, maybe it was a hello…Until you kiss me back, I’m not going to know. I hate accidentally rhyming.
you said you wanted a commitment and then came the throw. I had no idea that you could throw so hard. now I am here completely thrown while you still want everything from me you and give nothing at all. you can have everything I have to give while I wait for you to do the same.
what can I say about throw, you can throw a ball, throw away stuff that you have. sometimes, throwing is also identified with throwing away more, like your life…, a good education or a spouse etc.
hey, you can also throw up, something you do not want to do.
I threw the ball as far as my aching arms allowed me. It was simply brilliant. My mind blazed with sarcastic words. That throw was simply amazing. I fell to the ground and grovelled and weeped. The day was done as the throw was made. The sky turned purple and the ground swallowed me in the shallow love of the world.
sometimes i like to throw things just to feel the force of something falling from my hands and being strewn across the room. i like to throw things when I’m mad or when I’m in a playful mood. Throwing things with force makes you feel a little powerful for 2 seconds.
a ball – my kids socks on the floor
throw a punch, or don’t
baseball –
dads and sons
throw it away
clean it out
no don’t
i want that
You threw me away
like dirty laundry
Like unwanted trash
I gave you everything but still it wasn’t enough
Now I lay in the cold ground, bleeding and torn
I’ll always love you,
Though I’m merely thorwn.
captions fail short to describe me…
Tossing one’s cookies is a delicate task, especially if you haven’t eaten them. Let’s say you have too much to drink and need to call God on the big white phone…make sure you’re close to the rim or you’ll be sure to splash your own legs.
Throw it away. Everyone always tossing garbage out. Don’t they realize that that’s something the earth can never get back. When you throw something away, it’s gone. I don’t know, to me, that’s a scary thought. I try to keep it to a minimum. It’s scary that our society has sunk to such a low that it’s actually difficult not to take material away from the earth forever.
I threw my life away when I turned 17. By the time I turned 22 I found the pieces I had scattered and slowly began searching Paris for them. I’ve almost collected all the pieces I threw away, as well as found some new ones.
i threw up. i hurled. i couldn’t help it, the car was moving and all that disgusting pinky red tomato sauce from the 13 dollar lunch was swashing around in my stomach. i hurled all over my dad’s car. all over my black velvet dress with the white silk collar. i even had good enough aim to splatter some on a nearby tree. it was disgustingly sick. I was upset.
throw out that garbage. What are you waiting for? I don’t see how it’s going to do you any good to hang onto it, to adore it, to love it. It’s useless, why can’t you see that? You’re so stubborn. I don’t understand you. Goodbye.
I whirled around a few times, and hurled it as far as I could into the distance. I put my hand over my eyes for shade. No need. No miraculous distance. Just a flop on the ground a short distance from where I was standing.
I wanted to throw up when I quit my job. I didn’t plan it. It just happened. I wish now that I would have had a second chance to throw something at the stupid adminastrator. He makes me want to throw up.
I throw you
away
like yesterday’s news
something i had once
That I owned and abused
Nothing to me
you never were
never loved,
never cried for
not a care for you
in this world
I’ll kiss you goodbye
then shower
to get your smell gone!
If you don’t know
I don’t care
then you don’t know
me at all!
Sometimes one throws balls of various shapes and sizes. Usually it’s part of a game. There’s a car alarm going outside: I want to throw a brick out the window and stop it. Throwing is something that is a verb. To throw means to pick something up in one’s hand and toss it, though that doesn’t make you a tosser. Have you ever thought about how long 60 seconds is? Done.
When you want things to go away, you throw them. To throw means to pick and thrust away. Throw usually goes with the word away.
throw a ball, throw a fight, throw a casual glance in someone’s direction, throw a party, throw yourself into your work, throw yourself into a tizzy, throw a fit.
throw up. throw a ball. throw yourself into something. throw me a bone here!!! throw away your fears, your past. throw away your hopes and dreams. throw yourself into the now, don’t worry about the future. throw yourself into being you! maybe it’ll turn out okay after all.
i throw, and
one star gliding through the sky,
people on the grass making wishes,
the dark blue dark sky
i throw, and
I threw my socks into the laudry machine and forgot them there. Then I gave up looking and smoked a cigarette outside. Who cares? I don’t. But now I’m getting blisters on the back of my feet and I wish I had some socks.
He threw down the picture with such anger and force that he was, for only a moment, distracted from his pain. Why did this have to happen? WHY did people have to be so utterly ignorant and cruel?
throwing everything away. out the window at 75 mph, around the curve, into the shoulder. now it’s gone, but does it really matter? did you really need it? maybe you can find something better. it can be good to rid yourself of excess and find something new to occupy your time.
sometimes.
Me in a lake. to feel the water all around me reminds that I am always in a surrouded environment and free and capable. It focuses my mind on the body environment and out of my made up mental environment.
when you throw something it leaves. usually on a trajectory thats rather pleasing, conjuring a feeling of satisfied relief, a disserpation of something that was waiting to get out of you.
ball baseball throw away all my life with stupid decisions and love but it was true love and i know i wont throw that shit away
its for real
throw me a bone
THROW OUT THIS WORD– I would really like a new one please.
Why do you do this to my oneword.com? It is an awful tease.
I check daily and still to no avail.
Maybe, tomorrow, website snail?
and leave empty, broken but stronger… get up and just look ahead. And of course- always throw back. Be a fucking team player. try not to be a jerk
my throw pillow glistened with the warm, colourful sunlight.
I remember when I tried to skip rocks on the ocean in Cape Cod once. I saw my sister’s husband Jimmy doing it and I wanted to try. But I failed miserably. That memory was brought back to me the other day at work when I saw this little kid skipping rocks at the Wetlands in the zoo. I felt a little bit pathetic, because this, like, 7 year old could do it and I still couldn’t.
i throw peices of myself everyday everywhere….i never get them back, i never see any reciprocation outside among those pale faces staring back at me, passing me, surrounding me. I throw words and ideas and at the stars.
used to love baseball but i stopped playing because i started doing other sports and baseball at my high school was so political. i still love to get out and throw around a ball, and i often wonder if baseball really was my calling but i was discouraged by the douchebags who played in my high school. oh well, so it goes i suppose.
I threw a pebble into the ocean once on which I’d written the symbol that he’d taught me. The one with the two pac-men kissing. The one I got obsessed with for about 6 months of my life when I was seventeen. What a waste of time it was obsessing over that boy.
Throw: The act or action of an agent causing something to momentarily fly.
throwing a ball is awesome. i once met a man at the light rail station with 4 pound balls… atleast thats what he said. And then he puked. i am pretty sure he was drunk.
I throw away my fear, my hope, my longing to cope
With the dread and the dreary the weak and the weary
If i could, I would throw
My flaws and cracked notes
The ‘I love you’s’ caught in my throat.
I’d throw it all away.