mean mad angry hitting red hair piercing eyes i hate you love is not real trees in the wind throwing things grass beneath my feet fire in my soul hell volcano
I see rage in his eyes. He beats my mom, or whatever you call that monster. Part of me thinks she deserves it. I know she does. My dog barks. He hits her too. I run. I never saw them again, until today.
The one time I saw him actually raise his hand in anger was that one time, the time we all wanted to forget.
It all started with an argument, and somewhere in that arguement, he started to yell, and started to yell louder, and the fists were the only natural progression. He has his temper, I have my vodka.
ooh. temper. thats a word. you don’t want to mess with my temper, i tell you. because if you do… well, you don’t wanna be this side of the Mississippi when i get mad. cause i get MAD
Thade smirked slightly. as the girl stepped back from his sister. Thorn scoffed and tossed her blade aside, blood splattering the ground as it arched away from hand, dripping red.
“Don’t tell me I have a temper.” She said softly, her voice so much colder as it whispered lustfully. The girl, clutching her wound, looked at Thorn in shock. Thorn grinned. “I’ll show you what a temper can be.”
Temper. A release of anger, in the pure, raw form. A attitude of revenge. There is no common sense and there is no rational thinking. Anger is the driving force of temper, and a temper can shape or form an individual.
God damn it. I got this word last time. I don’t have that bad of a temper. Except for days like today when my phone breaks and my tonsils are so fucking swollen I can’t eat anything or smoke anything and I haven’t had a cig since 2 nights ago.
First I think of temper as in getting angry, and then I remember that temper can also mean to make something more moderate or mild. I like the second definition better.
sometimes i have a hot temper, but i can’t really be blamed. can I? it’s only natural to be angered by things, it just shows how passionate I am about other things. no? fine, don’t agree with me. grrrrr. see? that’s temper.
tantrum. i am angry. short temper. dreaming and never accomplishing. must start moving before my life leaves me. short tempered with myself. short tempered with the world.
My temper flared and I struck the table with my fist.
“Are you trying to tell me that everything that I have fought for, everything that I believed in, everything that I wished so hard for has gone down the drain?” my voice quivered with anger, “Are you trying to tell me that despite everything that I’ve done for the two of us, you’re giving up?”
He stood to the side staring calmly at me.
“I’m trying to tell you that there is no us. I’m trying to tell you that we can still be friends at the end of this if you just try and let go.”
“Damn you to hell. You gave me these false hopes. You made me fight so hard for us. You convinced me that I loved you despite the fact that you’ve hurt me so many times,” at this point I had tears streaming down my cheeks, “You told me that you loved me and that you would never hurt me on purpose.”
“I wasn’t lying.”
“Then what the fuck do you think you’re doing right now! If you would never hurt me on purpose then what the fuck are you doing now? Do you know how much my heart hurts?” I took in a deep breath, “Do you know how hard it is to breathe?”
“I know this is hard for you.”
“You have no fucking clue how hard this is for me.”
Had I lost my temper? That would have involved slamming down the frosty– now empty– mug with enough fury to render it useless (as far as drinks are concerned) and used the remaining shards to hold the bartender at glass-point and demand that he refute his latest statement. No, I think, I had not lost my temper at all.
my dad has a temper, but since he got remarried, it has been much better. sometimes im still scared of him though. he just intimidates me like that. no one else understands how he could turn so quickly into a maniac.
There are some people that have really bad tempers, and i really just dont understand… i am able to control mine, why cant they control thiers? I feel bad when pepole yell, and i just dont get how they are able to verbally harm others. frankly, i wonder if something like this is genetic.
what the… wat the hecklo is this word? is it some kind of… temperature? kennig? 0 C/F?… o half time gone, noooo!!! temperature? centipede? … … …I do not get this website.
Jeremy was a traffic controller. He had never been very good at controlling his temper but this time he had gone too far. He stood looking at the wreckage before him and thought “Oh man I’m going to get fired for this”. All because of that stupid wench.
When his temper flares, it’s a thing of rare beauty. Terrifying, insane beauty. To be on the receiving end of such anger would be death, but because I am so often merely an observer, I must admit that his rage… well, it takes my breath away.
Sometimes I can have a really bad temper. I guess it runs in the family, because we’re all a little sensitive….and when those emotions get out of control, then our temper is lost. It takes a lot of self discipline in order to control it, but it’s possible. :)
I lose my temper so much that it makes my family CRAZY. So much so, they mailed me a book entitled: Be Positive. I think this is saying something. Anger management seems like a viable option. Angry red temper.
Sometimes I really don’t know what to do when my frustrations boil over into a seething angry person. Generally people see me as happy and easy-going. But I am only human. I cannot cope with all of the pressures all of the time. I don’t see why they expect me to. I wish I could say that I did not get angry needlessly, but that wouldn’t be true.
She had an even temper; stayed calm, cool, and collective through all the proceedings. She never let anyone know what was going on in her head. She seemed so soft, sweet, and understanding. But under the surface of her relaxed features, the tension was every building.
My temper is mild while my sister’s seems to be a bit off. She has a greater tendency to end up crying, screaming, or throwing a fit. She is rather spoiled, really. Her lack of self control is also evident. God, Susan. Control your temper.
Danny was always known for his temper. You know to leave him alone when his brother, Matt, would run into the room yelling, “Danny is going berserk!” You also knew, the natural cause of this tantrum was in fact, his older brother, Matt. You could almost always count to ten and see him storm into the room with his face ablaze with anger.
i had an ex girlfriend with a mad temper, she was irish too. a drunk bitch. I’ve never been hit by anyone except her, I’ll never understand how she could just explode in this fury over the stupidest things. Like one time, she spilt hummus on her pants and then flipped out for about ten minutes, screaming outside the car while I just sat in the car enjoying my lovely shwarma. Temper… Irish, These are all the things I can associate with that one word. oh an whiskey
My temper is very short and volatile, like an angry midget. I get frustrated easily. Very easily. Mostly with people who are ignorant about situations and the feelings of others. They are awful.
i already wrote about this word. this kinda makes me have a bad temper because why would they put this word again for me. i don’t want to write about this word again. so im just gona try to to waste time by writing nonsense. jewfhrjwbgregjremgbnfevfekjbvfjbjfbvbb
I hate that my husband has a very bad temper, sometimes I wonder why he has to get so upset about things. I don’t think I have a temper and if I do I don’t lose it that often. I have no idea what else to write about the word temper. There’s not much to be said, which is kind of flaring up my temper.
The color blue in her eyes was slowly tinting itself to pink, and then, in a blink of an eye, blood red. “You think her tempers running low, huh?” Jason said jokingly, but I could see Georgia was in no mood for jokes. RAWR.
its what some people have problems with. some need to control it. some have very good temper. how about me? i think im one of those few who have good temper. but then again im just very good at tolerating things. i think you can associate those two words together then. but im not really sure. eh oh well.
Sometimes I feel blank rage. It all feels white. I can’t see anything but the anger that clouds my eyes. All I do is lose it. Something you can’t keep, it can’t fit in my pocket. It always slips away from the slightest of gestures. I have to have a bigger mind to store it in. I never want to lose my temper.
anger white temperature purple dr.cox lose temper. I lose my temper sometimes and act very rational. I mostly control it though. Stupid people make me angry. angry not sad. Feel strange. Need to breather. ARRHAHADSg fdakljkaljs !
Here we go again! You are angry. Controlled, but angry. The sarcasm drips from your lips and your face contorts into evil. I know you are in there somewhere.
mean mad angry hitting red hair piercing eyes i hate you love is not real trees in the wind throwing things grass beneath my feet fire in my soul hell volcano
I see rage in his eyes. He beats my mom, or whatever you call that monster. Part of me thinks she deserves it. I know she does. My dog barks. He hits her too. I run. I never saw them again, until today.
The one time I saw him actually raise his hand in anger was that one time, the time we all wanted to forget.
It all started with an argument, and somewhere in that arguement, he started to yell, and started to yell louder, and the fists were the only natural progression. He has his temper, I have my vodka.
ooh. temper. thats a word. you don’t want to mess with my temper, i tell you. because if you do… well, you don’t wanna be this side of the Mississippi when i get mad. cause i get MAD
Thade smirked slightly. as the girl stepped back from his sister. Thorn scoffed and tossed her blade aside, blood splattering the ground as it arched away from hand, dripping red.
“Don’t tell me I have a temper.” She said softly, her voice so much colder as it whispered lustfully. The girl, clutching her wound, looked at Thorn in shock. Thorn grinned. “I’ll show you what a temper can be.”
Temper. A release of anger, in the pure, raw form. A attitude of revenge. There is no common sense and there is no rational thinking. Anger is the driving force of temper, and a temper can shape or form an individual.
God damn it. I got this word last time. I don’t have that bad of a temper. Except for days like today when my phone breaks and my tonsils are so fucking swollen I can’t eat anything or smoke anything and I haven’t had a cig since 2 nights ago.
First I think of temper as in getting angry, and then I remember that temper can also mean to make something more moderate or mild. I like the second definition better.
sometimes i have a hot temper, but i can’t really be blamed. can I? it’s only natural to be angered by things, it just shows how passionate I am about other things. no? fine, don’t agree with me. grrrrr. see? that’s temper.
tantrum. i am angry. short temper. dreaming and never accomplishing. must start moving before my life leaves me. short tempered with myself. short tempered with the world.
Gentle touch lost to an ocean of anger. Our temper may steal the beauty away.
This is the bane of my existence.
Easy to lose, hard to regain. A poem sullied by anger, made beautiful when not in spite. Crafted to perfection, life is born. And light…
My temper flared and I struck the table with my fist.
“Are you trying to tell me that everything that I have fought for, everything that I believed in, everything that I wished so hard for has gone down the drain?” my voice quivered with anger, “Are you trying to tell me that despite everything that I’ve done for the two of us, you’re giving up?”
He stood to the side staring calmly at me.
“I’m trying to tell you that there is no us. I’m trying to tell you that we can still be friends at the end of this if you just try and let go.”
“Damn you to hell. You gave me these false hopes. You made me fight so hard for us. You convinced me that I loved you despite the fact that you’ve hurt me so many times,” at this point I had tears streaming down my cheeks, “You told me that you loved me and that you would never hurt me on purpose.”
“I wasn’t lying.”
“Then what the fuck do you think you’re doing right now! If you would never hurt me on purpose then what the fuck are you doing now? Do you know how much my heart hurts?” I took in a deep breath, “Do you know how hard it is to breathe?”
“I know this is hard for you.”
“You have no fucking clue how hard this is for me.”
He really didn’t have the slightest clue.
Had I lost my temper? That would have involved slamming down the frosty– now empty– mug with enough fury to render it useless (as far as drinks are concerned) and used the remaining shards to hold the bartender at glass-point and demand that he refute his latest statement. No, I think, I had not lost my temper at all.
I am about to kill somebody. My temper is out of control. Whoever invented finals is a loser.
my dad has a temper, but since he got remarried, it has been much better. sometimes im still scared of him though. he just intimidates me like that. no one else understands how he could turn so quickly into a maniac.
I just wrote about this and I would really prefer
There are some people that have really bad tempers, and i really just dont understand… i am able to control mine, why cant they control thiers? I feel bad when pepole yell, and i just dont get how they are able to verbally harm others. frankly, i wonder if something like this is genetic.
what the… wat the hecklo is this word? is it some kind of… temperature? kennig? 0 C/F?… o half time gone, noooo!!! temperature? centipede? … … …I do not get this website.
Jeremy was a traffic controller. He had never been very good at controlling his temper but this time he had gone too far. He stood looking at the wreckage before him and thought “Oh man I’m going to get fired for this”. All because of that stupid wench.
withholding my Temper is the one thing that keeps me from killing people with my bare hands… oh no that’s the fear of going to jail. either way…
When his temper flares, it’s a thing of rare beauty. Terrifying, insane beauty. To be on the receiving end of such anger would be death, but because I am so often merely an observer, I must admit that his rage… well, it takes my breath away.
Sometimes I can have a really bad temper. I guess it runs in the family, because we’re all a little sensitive….and when those emotions get out of control, then our temper is lost. It takes a lot of self discipline in order to control it, but it’s possible. :)
I lose my temper so much that it makes my family CRAZY. So much so, they mailed me a book entitled: Be Positive. I think this is saying something. Anger management seems like a viable option. Angry red temper.
Sometimes I really don’t know what to do when my frustrations boil over into a seething angry person. Generally people see me as happy and easy-going. But I am only human. I cannot cope with all of the pressures all of the time. I don’t see why they expect me to. I wish I could say that I did not get angry needlessly, but that wouldn’t be true.
She had an even temper; stayed calm, cool, and collective through all the proceedings. She never let anyone know what was going on in her head. She seemed so soft, sweet, and understanding. But under the surface of her relaxed features, the tension was every building.
Until
the day
she snapped.
My temper is mild while my sister’s seems to be a bit off. She has a greater tendency to end up crying, screaming, or throwing a fit. She is rather spoiled, really. Her lack of self control is also evident. God, Susan. Control your temper.
–Your family
P.S. No you will not get real Uggs for Christmas.
Danny was always known for his temper. You know to leave him alone when his brother, Matt, would run into the room yelling, “Danny is going berserk!” You also knew, the natural cause of this tantrum was in fact, his older brother, Matt. You could almost always count to ten and see him storm into the room with his face ablaze with anger.
i had an ex girlfriend with a mad temper, she was irish too. a drunk bitch. I’ve never been hit by anyone except her, I’ll never understand how she could just explode in this fury over the stupidest things. Like one time, she spilt hummus on her pants and then flipped out for about ten minutes, screaming outside the car while I just sat in the car enjoying my lovely shwarma. Temper… Irish, These are all the things I can associate with that one word. oh an whiskey
My temper is very short and volatile, like an angry midget. I get frustrated easily. Very easily. Mostly with people who are ignorant about situations and the feelings of others. They are awful.
I don’t have a temper. I don’t get mad. It doesn’t matter enough to me. But sometimes I think it should. But then I remember it doesn’t matter.
i already wrote about this word. this kinda makes me have a bad temper because why would they put this word again for me. i don’t want to write about this word again. so im just gona try to to waste time by writing nonsense. jewfhrjwbgregjremgbnfevfekjbvfjbjfbvbb
I hate that my husband has a very bad temper, sometimes I wonder why he has to get so upset about things. I don’t think I have a temper and if I do I don’t lose it that often. I have no idea what else to write about the word temper. There’s not much to be said, which is kind of flaring up my temper.
The color blue in her eyes was slowly tinting itself to pink, and then, in a blink of an eye, blood red. “You think her tempers running low, huh?” Jason said jokingly, but I could see Georgia was in no mood for jokes. RAWR.
I got quite the temper.
I get jealous easily and that hurts me ultamately at the end.
When I get mad I see red, then fire.
its what some people have problems with. some need to control it. some have very good temper. how about me? i think im one of those few who have good temper. but then again im just very good at tolerating things. i think you can associate those two words together then. but im not really sure. eh oh well.
Sometimes I feel blank rage. It all feels white. I can’t see anything but the anger that clouds my eyes. All I do is lose it. Something you can’t keep, it can’t fit in my pocket. It always slips away from the slightest of gestures. I have to have a bigger mind to store it in. I never want to lose my temper.
anger white temperature purple dr.cox lose temper. I lose my temper sometimes and act very rational. I mostly control it though. Stupid people make me angry. angry not sad. Feel strange. Need to breather. ARRHAHADSg fdakljkaljs !
Here we go again! You are angry. Controlled, but angry. The sarcasm drips from your lips and your face contorts into evil. I know you are in there somewhere.