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You Deserve Whatever You Get: Hornets' Nest"Why do you provoke them? Why slap the hornets' nest?", you said condescendingly.
I don't deserve to have places where I vent on the internet suddenly become the domain of others.
I don't deserve to now be afraid that some poorly written poem or crazy story I post on an art site, where I go for cathartic release, to fuel some sick retribution - by a gang of internet bullies who think other people's lives are theirs to play games with - against those I care about.
I don't deserve to fear for the safety of my partner and her child because of a comment - pointing out the limited view and/or hypocrisy of an authoritarian - that I made on an internet newspaper site.
I've done nothing to deserve having my life invaded and the personal information of those I love exposed to gods only know who.
I don't deserve to have my freedom to express myself stripped away like this.
You Deserve Whatever You GetWith a coldness in your voice that cut as deep as the words, you said, "You deserve whatever you get!" I beg to differ.
I didn't deserve to have every e-mail address I've ever had hacked in the last year.
I didn't deserve to have my phone - that I depend on for calls from work - cloned.
I didn't deserve the loss of thousands of dollars of work that stemmed from that cloning.
I didn't deserve being labeled unreliable by employment contacts because I didn't answer or return phone calls that I didn't find out until weeks later that I'd missed.
I didn't deserve to have my struggling small business crushed in that manner.
Nor did I deserve to have hundreds of dollars worth of my equipment stolen because some miscreants decided "It's Adventure Time!".
When I disagreed with your heartless statement, I didn't deserve your hateful response, "You always have to be right!" because you know it's a damned lie.
I've not deserved the distrust and disrespect that I've been repeatedly shown by so
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers-
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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