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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
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More