He was a gentle soul. I could just tell. He would never raise his voice at me and if he did, well I deserved it. I used to think he loved me. That’s before I grew up. I realized just how much time would change him.
I can’t help that my temper is as bad as yours, the only difference is that yours comes from a substance you choose to intake. Mine comes from the reasoning behind what you’re in taking.
My temper can get out of control. I don’t get violent, I just…cry. I know he’s not doing anything wrong, but he still frustrates me. Why is that? I don’t know, I guess I’m just clingy and romantic and he really….. isn’t. I just wish that he would pay attention to my not so discreet hints. All I want for my birthday is a necklace, is that so hard?
He flew into a temper at her, right then and there. In the middle of the street. Screaming and yelling in her face, arms flying about in the air, hurling abuse at her. She looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. We all warned her about him, we told her never to marry him. We always said she could do so much better. She never listened, just laughed it off and just went on ahead and married him. Looks like she is finally realizing what we warned her all about..
Temper is the only thing I can think of that is completely unexplainable by modern science. I have absolutley no idea why people get so irrationally angry over small things
some have a short one some have a long one. Alot of people lose there tempers at silly things like not having white grain spaghetti instead of wholemeal. I think the world might be a better place if there were less tempers because if tempers didnt exist there wouldnt be a way of losing them.
my sister has a horrible temper sometimes that often gets her into trouble. i hate dealing with people that have horrible tempers as well. i feel that it is something that can prevent one from gaining tons of close friends because who really wants a friend with an awful temper? they will get mad at you for stupid things and it will not be good.
Temper, temper.
The voice in my head repeated this over and over. Not wanting to stop. It knew me too well.
C’mon, Alex, watch your temper. If you let it go you’ll get beaten again. Do you want that?
No, I don’t. Just leave me alone, okay? I know what I’m doing.
Just watch you stick a knife in her back when she’s turned.
Naw, man. I don’t go to that extreme.
Fine then, don’t listen to me!
…
The voice was gone. I was alone now.
Her eyes flashed bright agonies of red. They seemed to scream out to his eyes – souls? Or just a quality of being immortal? He didn’t know, and the amount that he cared dwindled seriously as she flung herself at him.
these days my friends seem like they’re all at each others throats. Why can’t people just get along. It all seems so trivial to me. Sometimes I feel like just yelling at them all you guys are all acting like a bunch of eleven year olds just get over yourself. But then I realize among all of them someone has to remain sane and not lose it all, I can’t lose my temper just yet.
my did she have one. you wouldn’t expect what would set it off. she was usually so calm, so poised, so kind, but when that temper got going… it was like grapefruit in a wound, that confusing citrus infusion of anger and discontent. she just couldn’t control it and we couldn’t control her.
You need to control your temper; don’t back away when I tell you to; don’t take all my criticism; don’t let me upset you; don’t let me hurt you; I need to control my temper.
the storm had a temper. it thrashed and pounded against the ship. It threw punches and whipped the hull with its belt. The ship groaned and creaked in pain. The world spun… down was up and up was down. The whole world was a tempest of water, wind , and fury.
like a sleeping cat. My husband calls me. flashing from serene to tantrum-outburst. bliss to clawing mad. I’m a firebrand. A catfish. he calls me lots of things.
A raging storm crashed above, fury leaking from the heavens. The red blood seethed in the sky, flowing onto all that lay below. Anger, anger like the world had never seen before. It blew furiously through blackened trees and left a flaming hatred in its wake.
He had a terrible temper. It reared its ugly head in all kinds of ways. He didn’t mean to hit his kids, his wife, his dog. But it was as though, when the anger started, he could literally see nothing but red. Anything in his path was fair game. He was a dangerous man.
If you ever get to know me well enough, you should understand that I have a very terrible temper. I have a really short fuse when it come to so many little and annoying things. Then I get easily irritated and then explode like a grenade in battle. Unfortunately, the temper’s something I never wanted. So I give my forewarning and sincerest apologies to everyone out there.
my temper. doesn’t exist. not until later. you do something awful and i stand there in shock. it brews in my mind. steeping like tea. and then it boils over. and then i want to hurt. then i know what i should have screamed at you instead of standing there silently like an idiot. then i know that you’ve wronged me, after it’s too late.
I have a temper. I have always known that.
I thought I had it under control most times
but am aware how it creeps up on me
seeps red through my cheeks and pulses
down to my hands, clenched fists.
I keep it bottled though
love is stronger than any anger.
Your temper – it’s usually level, it’s typically fine. You remain calm, logic your way out of situations instead of exploding. I explode. I smash teapots and yell until my throat’s raw. You’re a nice difference from all that. It’s one of many, many reasons I keep you around.
Oh my god yes, I love the temper. The Temper is that thing you use to tamp dirt… right? Well, at least he’s got a good temper, yes, I am sure that is what they will say. My dad had a temper, oh yes he did, he used to go out back into the yard and tamp tamp away.
my temper has become soft and weary, polished round by grandmothers, preludes and priests, wowen in coocoons and bored to talk in her sleep, walk in her sleep.
temper is a thing that just makes your blood boil. sometimes with reason, sometimes with no apparent one. it’s uncontrollable and people with bad tempers tend to get rude without realising it, and this brings them down even further. it’s sad what a simple mood can do to one’s life.
I’ve always had a temper. I know it’s not the best thing, but I can’t help it. I’m emotional–but not the kind of emotional where people have to walk on tip toe as to not upset me. I’m emotional about things that I’m passionate about. I’m human and that’s where the beauty of it comes from.
he has a temper. most of the time he keeps it in check but when he can’t hold back he lets it all go. i have a temper i never let go – how can we coexist
His temper rose to a boiling 107 degrees. What was this he was hearing? How stupid did they believe him to be. As if he was daft enough to not see they were freaking behind his back. That he did not notice the longing looks they would give each other a mile away.
Temper is a hard thing to control. It comes as hard as a bull unwilling to be tethered. By the end you are left with the distruction and all you can do is look back in shock.
People lose their temper sometimes. They say things they probably shouldn’t. Or they say things they don’t actually mean. Everybody has a temper. Some people have their temper under control and some don’t.
Those people who have it under control have patience which is something I dont have.
She couldn’t control it anymore. She’s spent most of her life being bullied and mistreated; she was on edge and didn’t know how much more she could control herself. Her temper ran short and her heart was breaking.
I have such a short temper. I don’t show it, but the smallest thing inflames me. I want to scream, or cry, or throw something, but my temper lasts as long as it takes for flare up. The anger is gone almost as soon as it came, and I’m left feeling nothing again. I almost regret my inability to completely lose myself in my feelings- but sometimes, it comes in handy.
my temper just flared as I looked upon the walls that have been ruined with dark red blood. I couldnt believe how she could have done this to me. Was it our last fight that her do this? or was it the fact that she came home one day and found me there .. completely
I wish I could be longer. I’ve always envied long tempers. But the smallest thing can set me off. I hate it when people cut me off. I wonder if there is a way to make me longer. I wonder….
My heart fills with bright red fire as i let out my anger. this anger starts to turn to temper but as he slowly wraps his arms around me my temper extinguishes and i start to feel his warmth:)
Terrible Twos is a bit of a myth. Really, it lasts all through toddler-hood. That temper that is triggered by one simple word, one syllable: No.
He was a gentle soul. I could just tell. He would never raise his voice at me and if he did, well I deserved it. I used to think he loved me. That’s before I grew up. I realized just how much time would change him.
I can’t help that my temper is as bad as yours, the only difference is that yours comes from a substance you choose to intake. Mine comes from the reasoning behind what you’re in taking.
My temper can get out of control. I don’t get violent, I just…cry. I know he’s not doing anything wrong, but he still frustrates me. Why is that? I don’t know, I guess I’m just clingy and romantic and he really….. isn’t. I just wish that he would pay attention to my not so discreet hints. All I want for my birthday is a necklace, is that so hard?
He flew into a temper at her, right then and there. In the middle of the street. Screaming and yelling in her face, arms flying about in the air, hurling abuse at her. She looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. We all warned her about him, we told her never to marry him. We always said she could do so much better. She never listened, just laughed it off and just went on ahead and married him. Looks like she is finally realizing what we warned her all about..
Temper is the only thing I can think of that is completely unexplainable by modern science. I have absolutley no idea why people get so irrationally angry over small things
some have a short one some have a long one. Alot of people lose there tempers at silly things like not having white grain spaghetti instead of wholemeal. I think the world might be a better place if there were less tempers because if tempers didnt exist there wouldnt be a way of losing them.
my sister has a horrible temper sometimes that often gets her into trouble. i hate dealing with people that have horrible tempers as well. i feel that it is something that can prevent one from gaining tons of close friends because who really wants a friend with an awful temper? they will get mad at you for stupid things and it will not be good.
Rises and rises. I miss the cool, calm endeavors without temper, lack of rage, skip a beat, make a change. Die in life, live in death. Temperall rage.
Temper, temper.
The voice in my head repeated this over and over. Not wanting to stop. It knew me too well.
C’mon, Alex, watch your temper. If you let it go you’ll get beaten again. Do you want that?
No, I don’t. Just leave me alone, okay? I know what I’m doing.
Just watch you stick a knife in her back when she’s turned.
Naw, man. I don’t go to that extreme.
Fine then, don’t listen to me!
…
The voice was gone. I was alone now.
Her eyes flashed bright agonies of red. They seemed to scream out to his eyes – souls? Or just a quality of being immortal? He didn’t know, and the amount that he cared dwindled seriously as she flung herself at him.
He swiped his hand over his desk after scribbling furiously on his notebook.
“fuck.”
Fuck.Fuck. Fuck.
“Where is it…”
these days my friends seem like they’re all at each others throats. Why can’t people just get along. It all seems so trivial to me. Sometimes I feel like just yelling at them all you guys are all acting like a bunch of eleven year olds just get over yourself. But then I realize among all of them someone has to remain sane and not lose it all, I can’t lose my temper just yet.
my did she have one. you wouldn’t expect what would set it off. she was usually so calm, so poised, so kind, but when that temper got going… it was like grapefruit in a wound, that confusing citrus infusion of anger and discontent. she just couldn’t control it and we couldn’t control her.
You need to control your temper; don’t back away when I tell you to; don’t take all my criticism; don’t let me upset you; don’t let me hurt you; I need to control my temper.
the storm had a temper. it thrashed and pounded against the ship. It threw punches and whipped the hull with its belt. The ship groaned and creaked in pain. The world spun… down was up and up was down. The whole world was a tempest of water, wind , and fury.
like a sleeping cat. My husband calls me. flashing from serene to tantrum-outburst. bliss to clawing mad. I’m a firebrand. A catfish. he calls me lots of things.
A raging storm crashed above, fury leaking from the heavens. The red blood seethed in the sky, flowing onto all that lay below. Anger, anger like the world had never seen before. It blew furiously through blackened trees and left a flaming hatred in its wake.
He had a terrible temper. It reared its ugly head in all kinds of ways. He didn’t mean to hit his kids, his wife, his dog. But it was as though, when the anger started, he could literally see nothing but red. Anything in his path was fair game. He was a dangerous man.
If you ever get to know me well enough, you should understand that I have a very terrible temper. I have a really short fuse when it come to so many little and annoying things. Then I get easily irritated and then explode like a grenade in battle. Unfortunately, the temper’s something I never wanted. So I give my forewarning and sincerest apologies to everyone out there.
my temper. doesn’t exist. not until later. you do something awful and i stand there in shock. it brews in my mind. steeping like tea. and then it boils over. and then i want to hurt. then i know what i should have screamed at you instead of standing there silently like an idiot. then i know that you’ve wronged me, after it’s too late.
I have a temper. I have always known that.
I thought I had it under control most times
but am aware how it creeps up on me
seeps red through my cheeks and pulses
down to my hands, clenched fists.
I keep it bottled though
love is stronger than any anger.
Your temper – it’s usually level, it’s typically fine. You remain calm, logic your way out of situations instead of exploding. I explode. I smash teapots and yell until my throat’s raw. You’re a nice difference from all that. It’s one of many, many reasons I keep you around.
Oh my god yes, I love the temper. The Temper is that thing you use to tamp dirt… right? Well, at least he’s got a good temper, yes, I am sure that is what they will say. My dad had a temper, oh yes he did, he used to go out back into the yard and tamp tamp away.
when my father drives, his temper rages with ignorance.
my temper has become soft and weary, polished round by grandmothers, preludes and priests, wowen in coocoons and bored to talk in her sleep, walk in her sleep.
temper is a thing that just makes your blood boil. sometimes with reason, sometimes with no apparent one. it’s uncontrollable and people with bad tempers tend to get rude without realising it, and this brings them down even further. it’s sad what a simple mood can do to one’s life.
I’ve always had a temper. I know it’s not the best thing, but I can’t help it. I’m emotional–but not the kind of emotional where people have to walk on tip toe as to not upset me. I’m emotional about things that I’m passionate about. I’m human and that’s where the beauty of it comes from.
Temper….. everyone has it. Some have bad ones and some are not…Some are just hilarious to watch.
The End
he has a temper. most of the time he keeps it in check but when he can’t hold back he lets it all go. i have a temper i never let go – how can we coexist
His temper rose to a boiling 107 degrees. What was this he was hearing? How stupid did they believe him to be. As if he was daft enough to not see they were freaking behind his back. That he did not notice the longing looks they would give each other a mile away.
a feeling that someone has when they cant handle life or they get angry
Temper is a hard thing to control. It comes as hard as a bull unwilling to be tethered. By the end you are left with the distruction and all you can do is look back in shock.
People lose their temper sometimes. They say things they probably shouldn’t. Or they say things they don’t actually mean. Everybody has a temper. Some people have their temper under control and some don’t.
Those people who have it under control have patience which is something I dont have.
She couldn’t control it anymore. She’s spent most of her life being bullied and mistreated; she was on edge and didn’t know how much more she could control herself. Her temper ran short and her heart was breaking.
the temper will take you down. You never know when it comes visiting, destroying everything on its way. Be ware!
I have such a short temper. I don’t show it, but the smallest thing inflames me. I want to scream, or cry, or throw something, but my temper lasts as long as it takes for flare up. The anger is gone almost as soon as it came, and I’m left feeling nothing again. I almost regret my inability to completely lose myself in my feelings- but sometimes, it comes in handy.
my temper just flared as I looked upon the walls that have been ruined with dark red blood. I couldnt believe how she could have done this to me. Was it our last fight that her do this? or was it the fact that she came home one day and found me there .. completely
oh 60 sec over !
I wish I could be longer. I’ve always envied long tempers. But the smallest thing can set me off. I hate it when people cut me off. I wonder if there is a way to make me longer. I wonder….
My heart fills with bright red fire as i let out my anger. this anger starts to turn to temper but as he slowly wraps his arms around me my temper extinguishes and i start to feel his warmth:)