I placed two fingers in the cool liquid, poling under my car. The temperature was unfortunately warmer than I would want to report to my dad. All I could do now was huddle like the pool and hope it disappears.
I lost my temper when my sister drew on my face with a marker. I was late for piano practice and had no time to wipe it off. She tried to say sorry but I pushed her away.
Amy
The temperature scalded his palms. Smacking on the window pain, he realized he would die in that house. His skin still stuck to the glass, frying.
Kayla
anger
frustration
depression
annoyed
hot
red
slap
punch
fight
argument
quarreling
temperature
fever
sick
irritation
Neha
He had a temper like a frenzied bull on in a park full of wasps. It wasn’t like this everyday though. Just when Laura decided to come out of her room.
My temper is growing because I can’t get my printer to print.
I speak sweetly to it and dust it off. Come on I say, it’s not so hard.
Please just print these few items. Now I can’t eject a CD. I love technology when it cooperates but now my temper is rising.
Robin
Sometimes I have a temper, but not often. I’m rarely ever angry… Calm cool and collected, but you mess with my friends or family… you’re gonna go down. Nothing gets my goad like Disrespect.
Anna
the colour red. the idea of an emotional dam bursting and words tumbling out over tongues towards other people’s egos and a world of hurt. all that’s left afterwards is the ripple residue of rage.
My sister’s blood boiled in such a way that, as she lost her temper, the strawberry’s mark of fury appeared between her eyes and upon her forehead. She was known to give herself over to these moments as a baby. And I, I knew better than to give in. In a moment, the storm would be over.
Her temper sometimes gets the best of her, and it takes a while to boil over. Stomps. Bangs. Yelling at the top of her lungs. Then all is exhausted and calm.
Lana Jordan
I have a very bad temper . I easily get upset , sad , but then laugh in seconds after .. I can mock everyone when I got angry .
Muna
Tempers flared in the dying hours of the deadline. There was nothing left to give, nothing to do but wait, and that was likely the most frustrating thing. That with a looming deadline, there was nothing more to do.
Temper, temper, tied to a chair and never let to see the light of day. Temper in a woman’s heart that builds as she is told that ladies do not have tempers. No, instead we wait with our doilies and our baited breath, knowing that we are not allowed to be angry at anything, because there is so much to be angry about.
my temper soars
and drops
and soars once more
all that I felt, did he feel?
I need him more than he needs me
he’s my lifeblood
and it scares me more than I know
A storm from above carrying
Thunder and lightening
Hovering over the quiet meadows.
Anger tempted the clouds to create
A tempest so fierce
That it swept the quiet off its feet
And into oblivion.
“You need to watch your temper.” I’ve heard this so many times before. It’s ironic, though, because I don’t really feel anything. I haven’t felt anything in a while. I’m not even passionate about anything. I’m just totally numb.
The one thing that could be said about Bekka, if you truly knew her, was that she had a bad temper. Of course, she was independent, but it made her brave, and she needed people in her life. She was extremely fearless, but there were things that she was truly afraid of. But the one thing that changed no matter much was her temper, which Perren found was extremely, extremely short.
Her eyes tempered the brashness of his tongue, leaving it to cut back on the harsh words that sought out the other boy. Her ability to mollify even the most turbulent of teenagers is why every teacher sought her aid as classroom counselor.
i suddenly lost my temper, flinging my flipper towards the man in the mask. quickly, he scurried off into the distance. fearing his return, i retrieved my flipper, slipped it back on my elongated foot, and proceeded to sink back into the black abyss below
My temper tends to cloud my judgement on many things. Yes, it is very common for people to think the harshest in their most irate times, but I’m not so used to it. Things have changed lately–my attitude, to say the least–and I feel that it’s time I stood up for myself. If that means telling things like it is during a heated situation, then I will gladly do so. I never regret a word I say because if I thought of it during a calm period then it was something that needed to be shared.
Desiree J
It’s unbecoming to have temper tantrums at middle age, but how to stop them? Things don’t go right. You plan them, plot the details, hope for the best–and still, fiasco. Who wouldn’t bawl and shout in such a circumstance? Turkey burned to a crisp, potatoes full of too much pepper.
Elizabeth
Temper tantrums are best avoided. it does more harm then good. If one is prone to throwing temper tantrums, it may be a good idea to practice anger management. This would be good for your stress level and blood pressure.
abhilash
people tend to lose their temper too easily and lose sight of everything else.
Freefall
her temper blew. it always blew. we knew it was going to blow. at the drop of the hat she would get red in the face, her fists would screw up and her eyes would get all squinty. When that happened, you knew you had to run. There was nothing, and no one, on earth who could help you once you had managed to wind her up. God save the soul of those who tried.
Red
It rises in you like flame. It eats at your oxygen. It itches for something to snap in half; a chair leg, a finger, a word like ‘love’.
kate
Temper. That boy has a mighty fine temper on him, that one. Bloody spoiled, he is. Always throwing his food about, who does he think he is, the bloody King of England? Someone needs to be teaching him a lesson.
I swear i lose it too often. other times i feel like it is utterly inaccessible. like apathy. but i want to be angry. feeling something is better than the dullness. like a shitty fucked up memory i so horribly discarded. i want to be normal again.
Ramona
Control it or not? Keep it calm or flare it up? The necessity for argument. A fesity trait or an irritation in others.
I placed two fingers in the cool liquid, poling under my car. The temperature was unfortunately warmer than I would want to report to my dad. All I could do now was huddle like the pool and hope it disappears.
fuck, getting angry is like a beet, the hard deep red grown underneath, becomes a tuber that can be sweet…
got a bad temper
I lost my temper when my sister drew on my face with a marker. I was late for piano practice and had no time to wipe it off. She tried to say sorry but I pushed her away.
The temperature scalded his palms. Smacking on the window pain, he realized he would die in that house. His skin still stuck to the glass, frying.
anger
frustration
depression
annoyed
hot
red
slap
punch
fight
argument
quarreling
temperature
fever
sick
irritation
He had a temper like a frenzied bull on in a park full of wasps. It wasn’t like this everyday though. Just when Laura decided to come out of her room.
she has a temper
like nobody else i know,
and i love that
so much
My temper is growing because I can’t get my printer to print.
I speak sweetly to it and dust it off. Come on I say, it’s not so hard.
Please just print these few items. Now I can’t eject a CD. I love technology when it cooperates but now my temper is rising.
Sometimes I have a temper, but not often. I’m rarely ever angry… Calm cool and collected, but you mess with my friends or family… you’re gonna go down. Nothing gets my goad like Disrespect.
the colour red. the idea of an emotional dam bursting and words tumbling out over tongues towards other people’s egos and a world of hurt. all that’s left afterwards is the ripple residue of rage.
temper sounds like temple.
My sister’s blood boiled in such a way that, as she lost her temper, the strawberry’s mark of fury appeared between her eyes and upon her forehead. She was known to give herself over to these moments as a baby. And I, I knew better than to give in. In a moment, the storm would be over.
Her temper sometimes gets the best of her, and it takes a while to boil over. Stomps. Bangs. Yelling at the top of her lungs. Then all is exhausted and calm.
I have a very bad temper . I easily get upset , sad , but then laugh in seconds after .. I can mock everyone when I got angry .
Tempers flared in the dying hours of the deadline. There was nothing left to give, nothing to do but wait, and that was likely the most frustrating thing. That with a looming deadline, there was nothing more to do.
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When I think of temper I think of mad 2,3 year old’s.
Why do I keep finding me temper after I lose it?
Temper, temper, tied to a chair and never let to see the light of day. Temper in a woman’s heart that builds as she is told that ladies do not have tempers. No, instead we wait with our doilies and our baited breath, knowing that we are not allowed to be angry at anything, because there is so much to be angry about.
my temper soars
and drops
and soars once more
all that I felt, did he feel?
I need him more than he needs me
he’s my lifeblood
and it scares me more than I know
A storm from above carrying
Thunder and lightening
Hovering over the quiet meadows.
Anger tempted the clouds to create
A tempest so fierce
That it swept the quiet off its feet
And into oblivion.
The temper trap.
A wooden door in the floor.
A bad temper
trips and is trapped.
Luckily.
Luckily it was the bad temper.
“You need to watch your temper.” I’ve heard this so many times before. It’s ironic, though, because I don’t really feel anything. I haven’t felt anything in a while. I’m not even passionate about anything. I’m just totally numb.
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“Don’t lose your temper. It’s your temper so keep it” It says on Mr. Tomsett’s wall
The one thing that could be said about Bekka, if you truly knew her, was that she had a bad temper. Of course, she was independent, but it made her brave, and she needed people in her life. She was extremely fearless, but there were things that she was truly afraid of. But the one thing that changed no matter much was her temper, which Perren found was extremely, extremely short.
Her eyes tempered the brashness of his tongue, leaving it to cut back on the harsh words that sought out the other boy. Her ability to mollify even the most turbulent of teenagers is why every teacher sought her aid as classroom counselor.
i suddenly lost my temper, flinging my flipper towards the man in the mask. quickly, he scurried off into the distance. fearing his return, i retrieved my flipper, slipped it back on my elongated foot, and proceeded to sink back into the black abyss below
My temper tends to cloud my judgement on many things. Yes, it is very common for people to think the harshest in their most irate times, but I’m not so used to it. Things have changed lately–my attitude, to say the least–and I feel that it’s time I stood up for myself. If that means telling things like it is during a heated situation, then I will gladly do so. I never regret a word I say because if I thought of it during a calm period then it was something that needed to be shared.
It’s unbecoming to have temper tantrums at middle age, but how to stop them? Things don’t go right. You plan them, plot the details, hope for the best–and still, fiasco. Who wouldn’t bawl and shout in such a circumstance? Turkey burned to a crisp, potatoes full of too much pepper.
Temper tantrums are best avoided. it does more harm then good. If one is prone to throwing temper tantrums, it may be a good idea to practice anger management. This would be good for your stress level and blood pressure.
people tend to lose their temper too easily and lose sight of everything else.
her temper blew. it always blew. we knew it was going to blow. at the drop of the hat she would get red in the face, her fists would screw up and her eyes would get all squinty. When that happened, you knew you had to run. There was nothing, and no one, on earth who could help you once you had managed to wind her up. God save the soul of those who tried.
It rises in you like flame. It eats at your oxygen. It itches for something to snap in half; a chair leg, a finger, a word like ‘love’.
Temper. That boy has a mighty fine temper on him, that one. Bloody spoiled, he is. Always throwing his food about, who does he think he is, the bloody King of England? Someone needs to be teaching him a lesson.
With his temper, he forgot who he was and what it was like to be in a room as cold as ice.
Temper we meet again
You had me a couple of times before
But now Im never going back
To that place I used to call my own
Adieu
I swear i lose it too often. other times i feel like it is utterly inaccessible. like apathy. but i want to be angry. feeling something is better than the dullness. like a shitty fucked up memory i so horribly discarded. i want to be normal again.
Control it or not? Keep it calm or flare it up? The necessity for argument. A fesity trait or an irritation in others.