i wish john had thrown the ball a little harder. Since the ball was not thrown hard enough it did not make it to the bat and was very embaricing for john
i was thrown off by the fact that i could love what i hadnt even considered myself liking. it was the everything else of it all. the 80. the 20 is what tripped me up. what confused my love. jumbled it. denied it. misplaced it. that 20 is tricky as it is disguised as 100 until it is 0.
The man threw the ball. Its brown leather frame spiraled through the air. Yes, this is my life, dodging balls and escaping society because I am a nerd my feelings and layers of success, hidden from the world
A thousand lives thrown down,
So you could reach your throne — now
Instead of clamouring to conquer
–Be the first to strike your honour–
Simple words and simple smiles,
Can sway more than brutish trials.
Rest ye now on weary thrown,
The blood and gore you can’t atone;
For your choices, the grand effete,
Marks your soul, a grand defeat.
I was thrown back and forth in a spaceship being thrown back and forth in a galaxy being thrown back and forth in a washing machine being thrown back and forth in a helicopter being thrown back and forth inside a leprechaun.
He took one last puff, closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the car seat. On the radio, some douche was whining about a woman taking everything and breaking hearts. “Hell yeah, that’s what they do,” Carl muttered, smashing out the cigarette in the ashtray. He jumped out of his seat when his wife knocked on the car window. “What are you
She was harshly thrown a crossed the room by her outraged step father. “GET UP! GET UP I SAID!” Her step father screamed at her. Struggling to get up she pulls her-self up with all her might. Knowing that if she doesn’t get up she would be thrown again or worse.
Now it was broken. She veer into the shattered fragments of her new iPhone 6.
“Damn,” she thought. She wanted to make a statement…but it wasn’t like he could see these shiny, shattered pieces…much like he couldn’t see her heart was in the same condition, yet.
And what if he called? What if he tried to call and tell her that he was sorry and that it meant nothing to her and
I opened up the screen to write and immediately, I was thrown. This was the same word as yesterday. What happened? Was the server down? Did the system stop working? Is there some kind of “groundhog day” glitch in the universe? It all seems so crazy.
I couldn’t believe what had just taken place. It feels like I had been thrown to the ground – my feelings were all over the place. My heart was in shambles. My emotions were destroyed. I couldn’t believe he would do that to me.
Thrown off the edge of a precipice, floating gently through the air it fell. Plummeted to the ground-like surface below, and fell through it with a rather large splash, alerting others in the area.
He was thrown from the horse. After two months of not riding he was more angry than scared. He reigned it in and got back on to finish his ride. Maybe he shouldn’t have been as hard as he had been, so he patted his neck gently.
I feel as if I’m being tossed and thrown. I don’t know where to settle down, but I know that I want to settle down with someone. It’s hard to see who I should be with, though.
She has a boyfriend, I’m not into her, she’s cute, but…
“He’s totally thrown me off!” I exclaimed.
Why was I in such a fluster?
I was talking to him yesterday about some issue, one that we were both concerned about. Well, I should have expected that reaction from him. But I just didn’t know why he gave me that look when he heard it. Was it him, or myself who was more unpredictable?
I was thrown off the horse before I even knew I was supposed to ride. Curled up on the floor holding my shattered bones, I trembled and shivered as the sweat dried on my skin and left me frozen. As time went on, I knew I had only three choices: hurt myself, hurt others, or face my terror and get back on that damn horse.
Pitched a fit out to the yard
discarded patience never far
discussed about and cast about
all around this saccharin town
not through the air
tossed through the trunk
organ lodged in a rotten stump
He sat in the car, staring out the window in front of him. His life had been thrown into complete turmoil. In the space of one week he had lost his home and his family. All those days of not knowing what was going on were over, and reality had now hit him squarely in the face. As the panic and bewilderment subsided, the frustration anger and hate bubbled to the surface. He started banging the steering wheel with his hands, and then his head. He stopped suddenly when he noticed a security guard banging on the glass.
she blinked once, twice, sharp words frozen on her tongue as he proceeded to tilt his head curiously and smile at her. slightly thrown by his greeting, she frowned and looked away with a small huff.
he waved a thin, elegant, hand in front of her face – fingers still tapered gently, she noted, slender and graceful like the rest of him. “what, you’re not going to say hello back?” he said with a teasing lilt in his voice. “that’s so rude.”
“shut up.” she remarked, but her lips were already curving into a smile. “you didn’t tell me you would be back so soon.”
a hand on her shoulder, a quick yank, and then she was eclipsed in his arms, face buried against the warmth of his woolen sweater. instinctively, she hugged him tight as his chin rested on the top of her head in a familiar and comforting position. she was still so much shorter than him, she noted with a sigh.
his breath tickled her hair as he spoke. “no,” he said softly, “because i wanted to surprise you.”
It’s so easy to just get thrown. The word thrown implies you were not in control, you didn’t have a day. But once the action is complete, it’s all up to you- you decide if you want to sink or swim. So make the right decision, and don’t let someone or something try and control everything you do, because ultimately you decide your final fate.
She didn’t really remember the crash, not the BIG things anyway, like being thrown through the windshield or hitting the ground. Just little things, flashes, like flashes of headlights and the sound of skidding tires. She remember the rain, though, soaking into her, so cold in contrast to the blood on her face.
She was lucky to be alive. That’s what everyone kept saying.
They never said that Laura was unlucky for dying, though.
She supposes that would be in bad taste.
Stuck in hell. It feels bad to be thrown away by the one whom you thought is your life. She left her job, her family, her country and went with him only to realize how big a mistake she made. The clock cannot be reversed, if only she can undo her decisions, if only she hadn’t left.
“you make me sick.” I was thrown. I had never heard such viciousness in her voice before, especially not towards me.
“what did I do?”
“you know what you did, you bastard!” she shrieked, throwing a glass at me. it shattered off the wall behind me, cutting my cheek.
You always did know me so well. You smirk up at me clumsily, through thick, reddened lips, and I’m reminded of vodka and gin, and of lipstick smears on the toliet seat from where you vomited your nightly drinks.
“You don’t surprise me,” you say flatly. I lean down and brush some hair out of your face. You toss your head, dislodging my efforts, and crawl over to the toliet again.
The balcony was to far from the ground for the man to survive the fall. From the heights I could clearly see his form falling, falling, falling, swiftly towards the ground. As his shape grew smaller, I thought to myself, it’s a shame he said yes.
i have thrown the ball. I thrown it so far through the air.
i wish john had thrown the ball a little harder. Since the ball was not thrown hard enough it did not make it to the bat and was very embaricing for john
past tense .. can be used for boys and girls .. moving something far away .. high throw .. low throw ..
I was thorn from the bike. I landed 50 feet from where i started. So i sustained injuries to my back and stomach. I stayed in the hospital for 3 day s
thrown. A thrown is a seat that a king and queen set in.
He told her that if she acted up in anyway he would have thrown her to the curb a long time ago. She looked at him as if he was a crazy fool.
i was thrown off by the fact that i could love what i hadnt even considered myself liking. it was the everything else of it all. the 80. the 20 is what tripped me up. what confused my love. jumbled it. denied it. misplaced it. that 20 is tricky as it is disguised as 100 until it is 0.
THROWN, is what you sit on when you are king…
The man threw the ball. Its brown leather frame spiraled through the air. Yes, this is my life, dodging balls and escaping society because I am a nerd my feelings and layers of success, hidden from the world
A thousand lives thrown down,
So you could reach your throne — now
Instead of clamouring to conquer
–Be the first to strike your honour–
Simple words and simple smiles,
Can sway more than brutish trials.
Rest ye now on weary thrown,
The blood and gore you can’t atone;
For your choices, the grand effete,
Marks your soul, a grand defeat.
I was thrown back and forth in a spaceship being thrown back and forth in a galaxy being thrown back and forth in a washing machine being thrown back and forth in a helicopter being thrown back and forth inside a leprechaun.
The ball was thrown across the room. 6 letters open the gate. Pink throwings.
as far as i would
as far as you can throw
as far as i can force myself
defying gravity as i go
you will for distance
don’t bother where i’ll be thrown
He took one last puff, closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the car seat. On the radio, some douche was whining about a woman taking everything and breaking hearts. “Hell yeah, that’s what they do,” Carl muttered, smashing out the cigarette in the ashtray. He jumped out of his seat when his wife knocked on the car window. “What are you
“Wait! Don’t do anything rash-”
She had already thrown it before I could finish. The brick went sailing through the air before shattering the glass panel into a million pieces.
i threw a ball up
and which way it came down made
me decide whats what
She was harshly thrown a crossed the room by her outraged step father. “GET UP! GET UP I SAID!” Her step father screamed at her. Struggling to get up she pulls her-self up with all her might. Knowing that if she doesn’t get up she would be thrown again or worse.
Now it was broken. She veer into the shattered fragments of her new iPhone 6.
“Damn,” she thought. She wanted to make a statement…but it wasn’t like he could see these shiny, shattered pieces…much like he couldn’t see her heart was in the same condition, yet.
And what if he called? What if he tried to call and tell her that he was sorry and that it meant nothing to her and
She remembers herself being thrown from the seat. After that, all she can remember is waking up in the hospital.
Thrown from the second story window, she felt her back collide with the brick wall before she slid down, unconscious.
I opened up the screen to write and immediately, I was thrown. This was the same word as yesterday. What happened? Was the server down? Did the system stop working? Is there some kind of “groundhog day” glitch in the universe? It all seems so crazy.
I couldn’t believe what had just taken place. It feels like I had been thrown to the ground – my feelings were all over the place. My heart was in shambles. My emotions were destroyed. I couldn’t believe he would do that to me.
She had never been thrown out of a bed before. She should be angry, not puzzled. There has never been any reason to get thrown out of before.
Thrown off the edge of a precipice, floating gently through the air it fell. Plummeted to the ground-like surface below, and fell through it with a rather large splash, alerting others in the area.
out with the bathwater.
He was thrown from the horse. After two months of not riding he was more angry than scared. He reigned it in and got back on to finish his ride. Maybe he shouldn’t have been as hard as he had been, so he patted his neck gently.
I feel as if I’m being tossed and thrown. I don’t know where to settle down, but I know that I want to settle down with someone. It’s hard to see who I should be with, though.
She has a boyfriend, I’m not into her, she’s cute, but…
I don’t know where I’m going nor where I’ll land.
“He’s totally thrown me off!” I exclaimed.
Why was I in such a fluster?
I was talking to him yesterday about some issue, one that we were both concerned about. Well, I should have expected that reaction from him. But I just didn’t know why he gave me that look when he heard it. Was it him, or myself who was more unpredictable?
I’ve been thrown for a loop
– Just keep jumping through hoops
It’s time to make my own choices
– Can’t ignore all these voices
I need to be free
– It’s easier to agree
Want to find my own beauty
– But I still have these duties
I was thrown off the horse before I even knew I was supposed to ride. Curled up on the floor holding my shattered bones, I trembled and shivered as the sweat dried on my skin and left me frozen. As time went on, I knew I had only three choices: hurt myself, hurt others, or face my terror and get back on that damn horse.
Pitched a fit out to the yard
discarded patience never far
discussed about and cast about
all around this saccharin town
not through the air
tossed through the trunk
organ lodged in a rotten stump
He sat in the car, staring out the window in front of him. His life had been thrown into complete turmoil. In the space of one week he had lost his home and his family. All those days of not knowing what was going on were over, and reality had now hit him squarely in the face. As the panic and bewilderment subsided, the frustration anger and hate bubbled to the surface. He started banging the steering wheel with his hands, and then his head. He stopped suddenly when he noticed a security guard banging on the glass.
he had her at hello.
she blinked once, twice, sharp words frozen on her tongue as he proceeded to tilt his head curiously and smile at her. slightly thrown by his greeting, she frowned and looked away with a small huff.
he waved a thin, elegant, hand in front of her face – fingers still tapered gently, she noted, slender and graceful like the rest of him. “what, you’re not going to say hello back?” he said with a teasing lilt in his voice. “that’s so rude.”
“shut up.” she remarked, but her lips were already curving into a smile. “you didn’t tell me you would be back so soon.”
a hand on her shoulder, a quick yank, and then she was eclipsed in his arms, face buried against the warmth of his woolen sweater. instinctively, she hugged him tight as his chin rested on the top of her head in a familiar and comforting position. she was still so much shorter than him, she noted with a sigh.
his breath tickled her hair as he spoke. “no,” he said softly, “because i wanted to surprise you.”
It’s so easy to just get thrown. The word thrown implies you were not in control, you didn’t have a day. But once the action is complete, it’s all up to you- you decide if you want to sink or swim. So make the right decision, and don’t let someone or something try and control everything you do, because ultimately you decide your final fate.
She didn’t really remember the crash, not the BIG things anyway, like being thrown through the windshield or hitting the ground. Just little things, flashes, like flashes of headlights and the sound of skidding tires. She remember the rain, though, soaking into her, so cold in contrast to the blood on her face.
She was lucky to be alive. That’s what everyone kept saying.
They never said that Laura was unlucky for dying, though.
She supposes that would be in bad taste.
Stuck in hell. It feels bad to be thrown away by the one whom you thought is your life. She left her job, her family, her country and went with him only to realize how big a mistake she made. The clock cannot be reversed, if only she can undo her decisions, if only she hadn’t left.
“you make me sick.” I was thrown. I had never heard such viciousness in her voice before, especially not towards me.
“what did I do?”
“you know what you did, you bastard!” she shrieked, throwing a glass at me. it shattered off the wall behind me, cutting my cheek.
You always did know me so well. You smirk up at me clumsily, through thick, reddened lips, and I’m reminded of vodka and gin, and of lipstick smears on the toliet seat from where you vomited your nightly drinks.
“You don’t surprise me,” you say flatly. I lean down and brush some hair out of your face. You toss your head, dislodging my efforts, and crawl over to the toliet again.
The balcony was to far from the ground for the man to survive the fall. From the heights I could clearly see his form falling, falling, falling, swiftly towards the ground. As his shape grew smaller, I thought to myself, it’s a shame he said yes.
I was THROWN to wolves
Still, I self-served to the sharks
What next to be Thrown?