If a guy says that he’s so lucky to have you, that he doesn’t deserve you, he does. if you do something that’s noteworthy and people talk and congratulate you, you deserve that, even if you think you don’t.
I was certainly deserving of that role, she did not deserve it. Who had been at this school all her life? Me. And who had just starting attending this year? Her, Therfore I deserve it! So what if she’s the better actor, ive worked harder for it, to earn my spot in the club. She just took it away from me, just like that.
I was the popular-est girl in school, i got everything i wanted when i wanted it. No one came by me except, for the new girl in town. She has had rumors about drugs and all. but i couldnt help myself to see to come to like this girl. She was exceedingly gorgeous i couldnt help it but i was drawn to her. I guess True love you would think right? we are just a bunch of lesbians? no i was curious.i didnt deserve this horrible change i couldnt help it anymore.
do i deserve anything in life? what does this little word mean. deserve.
i don’t deserve anything, at least that’s what i feel like.
what makes us thing that we, as humans, are entitled to something? that just because we are who we are we get something special. do i deserve happiness?
apparently the goal in life is happiness, but how do we know this is what we are supposed to be? i don’t deserve anything, there is nothing that makes me better than anyone else. i’m just a human.
No one deserves anything. There is nothing to judge who does and doesn’t, and therefore, this word is meaningless. Some things are dessert though, like ice cream. Nobody deserves ice cream.
There is no such thing as deserve in life. It’s hard to explain, but good people don’t always get what they deserve. On the other hand, if we look at things differently, we see that every thing we get is a gift and a blessing, and maybe no one deserves anything. It’s all very confusing.
i don’t think you deserve me..but i also dont think anyone deserves to have to put up with me when i’m unhappy..and lately, thats all i am. maybe i should just walk away. the lease is up in march…guess thats my time to march on.
Oh man, deserve. There’s so many things that come to mind. Mainly though, is the fact that we never seem to get it. What we deserve, I mean. And another is that people get what they don’t deserve. So many people work and work, striving to reach that goal because they know a reward is what they DESERVE. But it doesn’t always work out that way.
To get what you deserve, you need to work at it. You can’t give up.
He deserved her. But she let him go. Why? Because she was a fool. For once in her life, she had so many boys after her. And she knew which one she wanted, but didn’t want to work for him. So she gave in to fear and gave him up.
well this is a cool site! I deserve to be happy and loved. Everyone deserves the right to live a healthy life and should be given the opportunity to live, love and prosper.
I deserve this. All of it. I deserve all of the happiness that has been filtering though my life, because I am a good person. I have lived for three years with only fleeting happiness and now it’s finally here to say. I just need to remember that I deserve all of this. Every. Single. Second.
Who gets to decide what we deserve? The guidelines are relevant, subjective. One man’s idea of justice is another’s concept of punishment. Why do we try to determine who’s worthy of whom?
What she deserved, thought her younger and less inspiring brother Matthew, was an apple on her head with an arrow shot clean through. Boy, would the fear kill her nerves.
I don’t deserve to feel so sore. Well, I mean, I EARNED it. The wood floors look great. Nice and clean. They shine. But, oh! My poor back. I should have to hurt so much just because I did some work around the house. My 54 years are showing.
i deserve everything i want. i deserve shining jewellery and crystal wineglasses and shimmering swarovski-studded silk dresses and million-dollar foreign cars and six husbands, one right after the other. i deserve black-and-white magazine shoots, posing on embroidered chaises looking down my nose at the rest of the world. i deserve everything.
I know exactly what he deserves. He deserves to feel the pain, the heartache, the confusion, the unworthiness that I felt when he ripped my life- and heart- apart. He sits in his dorm, goes to parties, and attends class as if nothing it wrong, still trying to pick up girls dumb enough to believe him like I did. But it’s okay….because I know what he deserves. And I’ve got a plan for it.
everyone deserves a second chance, right? maybe at small stuff like homework, or huge stuff like life. but what happens when we never get that second chance we deserve?
Many people of deserving of things they do not have. I often wonder if I am deserving of what I have. Did I spend enought time deciding to purchase something. Do I deserve the love I receive from kids? Do I deserve more love and respect from my family? I wish I had more love from my family. Why do my kids practically make me beg for any attention from them. I deserve more love and respect from them. I’d do anything for them. They don’t have to ask for love. They just deserve it.
Deserving something means to get something by earning it. I don’t think its fair if people just get things without actually working for it. Punishments can be deserved too when we do something were not supposed to do.
you deserve this frivilous longing for something more.
between tear stains and cracked teeth you lied to me
about me.
with me.
so here. you deserve this empty feeling
that sinks into your bones
and leaves you helpless to life’s
vicious realities.
When we deserve something, we really have to work hard to get it. Personally, I don’t think its fair to just get things without doing anything for it. Well, unless its a birthday or celebration. Punishments can be deserved too. If we do something bad, we can deserve getting grounded or getting our phones can be away. Its either a reward or consequence for what we did.
For not listening to my own words, this is what I get,
All this punishment from ignoring the lips that spoke the truth,
Stuck in a cycle that gets worse and worse, never better,
So what is there to do?
When one step forward is two steps back?
Better to fall in something so much clearer,
As I try to escape my own downfall.
It’s the day where everyone deserves something, because even the most unworthy of people deserve something. To deserve something means that you worked for it. That you’ll risk your life for it. That you’re willing to go far and beyond for just one small, tiny thing. And that’s what makes all the difference. That’s what makes it so worth it.
That’s what makes you deserve it. No matter what it is, and how far you have to go. You deserve it.
Darling, you don’t deserve to be treated that way. You shouldn’t be ignored. You shouldn’t be forgotten. If it’s any consolation, i haven’t stopped thinking about you since you moved away, and I can’t wait to see you this Christmas. I want to be with you as much as possible in the two weeks you’re staying in this crappy town. I love you more than I probably should, but i have a feeling you already know this.
What do I deserve? That sounds like I’ve done something wrong, but I haven’t I swear! Maybe I deserve something as a reward for my hard, hard work… No, you’re right – it was the first one. I’m sorry.
the names come hurling across the hall; they are like stones, and they hurt. his confidence is knocked down one more peg, the cuts on his arm increase. why do they do this? do they think he can change the way he is, that he can help it, that he would have chosen this? he does not deserve this, but they are ignorant, and do not care.
Do you deserve me? Or is this just another ploy? Why am I not good enough for you? I’m the best you’ve ever fucking had. I run this show. I can end it at the flick of my wrist, and all you do is make excuses and cry- you cry. You know I’m soft. You know I care for you more dearly then the sun that lights my everyday. I know I deserve you but the question is- do you deserve me?
Scrooge sat in his favourite chair, wallowing deeply in the worn-out leather which he refused to replace, by the fire still hosting yesterdays logs on it, charred, and burning with difficulty. Five lumps of coal sat on the hearth, he would string those out over the evening. Just enough heat to keep him warm, and no wastage. He sat, crusty port in hand, reminiscing of his childhood attempting to find odd job work on the streets around Camden. Rebuffals were common, and he went a whole three days doing nothing but cleaning chimneys. At the end, he was blacker than the soot he had been cleaning, and his father didn’t recognise him when he came in the door.
His father didn’t recognise a great deal, when he could see through the alcoholic fug he sat most of his days in. Finding odd job work was the only way Ebeneezer could keep a roof over their heads once his mother had died. His father never got over it and blamed Ebeneezer badly for it. He took his share of punishment beatings, taken stoically, he might add. Why did he have to work just to keep his father in drink? that wasn’t fair, life isn’t fair. He felt himself getting angry. The only way to protect yourself was to make enough money so you wouldn’t have to feel hard done by. It was only once you didn’t have enough money life got difficult, and he’d had his fair share of difficult. What was that phrase he’d heard – one shilling and six pence, equals happiness?
Those smug, gleeful street choirs should appreciate that you don’t just get money in your hand by going round, door-to-door at Christmas by asking for it. You have to work for it, deserve it. He placed a lot of emphasis on that ‘deserve’, it was something he’d had to learn the hard way. You get money by working hard for it, no other way. And that’s why he’d just sent that second choir packing from his doorstep. A bucket of urine on the head usually got rid of festive cheer very efficiently, particularly tonight.
If only they’d leave him alone to enjoy his port and his fire, and stop bothering him. Just because he’d worked hard didn’t mean he should have to share it all out. If you want to share in his money, you had to deserve it. There wasn’t anything that was going to change his mind about that. Bah! Christmas! He ruffled his shoulders, sinking deeper into his chair.
The clock struck ten, and his eyelids felt heavy, he swigged the last of his port and placed the old glass carefully on the small table by the chair. He would rest a little while before going to bed, hoping the port would not bring him nightmares. His head drooped, his lips mouthing the word ‘humbug’ as he fell gently asleep.
He didn’t deserve this, no one did. So then why, why did it happen? It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. He had redeemed himself! He had cast away everything he had ever felt worthwhile before they had met. He had changed! He had done everything because he fell in love, so did he really deserve to have that one person taken away?
(because I wanted to do another snapshot for this prompt that was beyond a reflection)
Do I deserve this? I think that’s the question everyone should ask themselves. Seriously ask themselves. Not just wonder, “Do I get this because of ethnicity or birthright or because I worked hard,” but actually wonder; what did you do to deserve what you have, what you don’t have. Is it really yours to have or not have?
Every gift placed upon your hand, never received a thank you, or even a simple smile. You take it, and you keep it, and you give nothing in return. And I pray that one day, only one day, that your light flickers, and your room shakes. What could it be? You’ll think, but not before your roof breaks off revealing something no words can describe. Finally, you’d get what you’re deserved, and you’d remember: ‘The lord giveth and lord taketh away.’
you deserve more than anything he can give you you deserve to be loved to be held and worried and fussed over you deserve to be kissed until you melt you deserve to be thought of constantly you deserve to be written to and about you deserve to have poems in which the title bears your name you deserve to be someone’s and to have someone be yours you deserve love. i hope you find it.
deserve. what is the meaning of deserve, you ask? it means to have earned something. to have fought, bled, cried, lost sleep over something you hold dearly. do all men deserve things they have earned, though? nay. look at modern day politicians.
If a guy says that he’s so lucky to have you, that he doesn’t deserve you, he does. if you do something that’s noteworthy and people talk and congratulate you, you deserve that, even if you think you don’t.
I was certainly deserving of that role, she did not deserve it. Who had been at this school all her life? Me. And who had just starting attending this year? Her, Therfore I deserve it! So what if she’s the better actor, ive worked harder for it, to earn my spot in the club. She just took it away from me, just like that.
I was the popular-est girl in school, i got everything i wanted when i wanted it. No one came by me except, for the new girl in town. She has had rumors about drugs and all. but i couldnt help myself to see to come to like this girl. She was exceedingly gorgeous i couldnt help it but i was drawn to her. I guess True love you would think right? we are just a bunch of lesbians? no i was curious.i didnt deserve this horrible change i couldnt help it anymore.
do i deserve anything in life? what does this little word mean. deserve.
i don’t deserve anything, at least that’s what i feel like.
what makes us thing that we, as humans, are entitled to something? that just because we are who we are we get something special. do i deserve happiness?
apparently the goal in life is happiness, but how do we know this is what we are supposed to be? i don’t deserve anything, there is nothing that makes me better than anyone else. i’m just a human.
No one deserves anything. There is nothing to judge who does and doesn’t, and therefore, this word is meaningless. Some things are dessert though, like ice cream. Nobody deserves ice cream.
There is no such thing as deserve in life. It’s hard to explain, but good people don’t always get what they deserve. On the other hand, if we look at things differently, we see that every thing we get is a gift and a blessing, and maybe no one deserves anything. It’s all very confusing.
i don’t think you deserve me..but i also dont think anyone deserves to have to put up with me when i’m unhappy..and lately, thats all i am. maybe i should just walk away. the lease is up in march…guess thats my time to march on.
Oh man, deserve. There’s so many things that come to mind. Mainly though, is the fact that we never seem to get it. What we deserve, I mean. And another is that people get what they don’t deserve. So many people work and work, striving to reach that goal because they know a reward is what they DESERVE. But it doesn’t always work out that way.
To get what you deserve, you need to work at it. You can’t give up.
He deserved her. But she let him go. Why? Because she was a fool. For once in her life, she had so many boys after her. And she knew which one she wanted, but didn’t want to work for him. So she gave in to fear and gave him up.
well this is a cool site! I deserve to be happy and loved. Everyone deserves the right to live a healthy life and should be given the opportunity to live, love and prosper.
I deserve this. All of it. I deserve all of the happiness that has been filtering though my life, because I am a good person. I have lived for three years with only fleeting happiness and now it’s finally here to say. I just need to remember that I deserve all of this. Every. Single. Second.
Who gets to decide what we deserve? The guidelines are relevant, subjective. One man’s idea of justice is another’s concept of punishment. Why do we try to determine who’s worthy of whom?
What she deserved, thought her younger and less inspiring brother Matthew, was an apple on her head with an arrow shot clean through. Boy, would the fear kill her nerves.
Deserve
I don’t deserve to feel so sore. Well, I mean, I EARNED it. The wood floors look great. Nice and clean. They shine. But, oh! My poor back. I should have to hurt so much just because I did some work around the house. My 54 years are showing.
i deserve everything i want. i deserve shining jewellery and crystal wineglasses and shimmering swarovski-studded silk dresses and million-dollar foreign cars and six husbands, one right after the other. i deserve black-and-white magazine shoots, posing on embroidered chaises looking down my nose at the rest of the world. i deserve everything.
I know exactly what he deserves. He deserves to feel the pain, the heartache, the confusion, the unworthiness that I felt when he ripped my life- and heart- apart. He sits in his dorm, goes to parties, and attends class as if nothing it wrong, still trying to pick up girls dumb enough to believe him like I did. But it’s okay….because I know what he deserves. And I’ve got a plan for it.
everyone deserves a second chance, right? maybe at small stuff like homework, or huge stuff like life. but what happens when we never get that second chance we deserve?
Many people of deserving of things they do not have. I often wonder if I am deserving of what I have. Did I spend enought time deciding to purchase something. Do I deserve the love I receive from kids? Do I deserve more love and respect from my family? I wish I had more love from my family. Why do my kids practically make me beg for any attention from them. I deserve more love and respect from them. I’d do anything for them. They don’t have to ask for love. They just deserve it.
Deserving something means to get something by earning it. I don’t think its fair if people just get things without actually working for it. Punishments can be deserved too when we do something were not supposed to do.
you deserve this frivilous longing for something more.
between tear stains and cracked teeth you lied to me
about me.
with me.
so here. you deserve this empty feeling
that sinks into your bones
and leaves you helpless to life’s
vicious realities.
When we deserve something, we really have to work hard to get it. Personally, I don’t think its fair to just get things without doing anything for it. Well, unless its a birthday or celebration. Punishments can be deserved too. If we do something bad, we can deserve getting grounded or getting our phones can be away. Its either a reward or consequence for what we did.
Sing a song of sixpence
Seven blackbirds baked into butter-crust pies
Sing a song of recompense
Seven blackbirds swoop down to take your eyes
For not listening to my own words, this is what I get,
All this punishment from ignoring the lips that spoke the truth,
Stuck in a cycle that gets worse and worse, never better,
So what is there to do?
When one step forward is two steps back?
Better to fall in something so much clearer,
As I try to escape my own downfall.
What do we deserve?
hello
It’s the day where everyone deserves something, because even the most unworthy of people deserve something. To deserve something means that you worked for it. That you’ll risk your life for it. That you’re willing to go far and beyond for just one small, tiny thing. And that’s what makes all the difference. That’s what makes it so worth it.
That’s what makes you deserve it. No matter what it is, and how far you have to go. You deserve it.
I deserve it. No I do. Does anyone really deserve what the get in life. I deserve to me no I do. Deserve? Hmm. Something to think about.
Darling, you don’t deserve to be treated that way. You shouldn’t be ignored. You shouldn’t be forgotten. If it’s any consolation, i haven’t stopped thinking about you since you moved away, and I can’t wait to see you this Christmas. I want to be with you as much as possible in the two weeks you’re staying in this crappy town. I love you more than I probably should, but i have a feeling you already know this.
You deserve a nice high five. To the face. With a chair.
What do I deserve? That sounds like I’ve done something wrong, but I haven’t I swear! Maybe I deserve something as a reward for my hard, hard work… No, you’re right – it was the first one. I’m sorry.
the names come hurling across the hall; they are like stones, and they hurt. his confidence is knocked down one more peg, the cuts on his arm increase. why do they do this? do they think he can change the way he is, that he can help it, that he would have chosen this? he does not deserve this, but they are ignorant, and do not care.
Do you deserve me? Or is this just another ploy? Why am I not good enough for you? I’m the best you’ve ever fucking had. I run this show. I can end it at the flick of my wrist, and all you do is make excuses and cry- you cry. You know I’m soft. You know I care for you more dearly then the sun that lights my everyday. I know I deserve you but the question is- do you deserve me?
Scrooge sat in his favourite chair, wallowing deeply in the worn-out leather which he refused to replace, by the fire still hosting yesterdays logs on it, charred, and burning with difficulty. Five lumps of coal sat on the hearth, he would string those out over the evening. Just enough heat to keep him warm, and no wastage. He sat, crusty port in hand, reminiscing of his childhood attempting to find odd job work on the streets around Camden. Rebuffals were common, and he went a whole three days doing nothing but cleaning chimneys. At the end, he was blacker than the soot he had been cleaning, and his father didn’t recognise him when he came in the door.
His father didn’t recognise a great deal, when he could see through the alcoholic fug he sat most of his days in. Finding odd job work was the only way Ebeneezer could keep a roof over their heads once his mother had died. His father never got over it and blamed Ebeneezer badly for it. He took his share of punishment beatings, taken stoically, he might add. Why did he have to work just to keep his father in drink? that wasn’t fair, life isn’t fair. He felt himself getting angry. The only way to protect yourself was to make enough money so you wouldn’t have to feel hard done by. It was only once you didn’t have enough money life got difficult, and he’d had his fair share of difficult. What was that phrase he’d heard – one shilling and six pence, equals happiness?
Those smug, gleeful street choirs should appreciate that you don’t just get money in your hand by going round, door-to-door at Christmas by asking for it. You have to work for it, deserve it. He placed a lot of emphasis on that ‘deserve’, it was something he’d had to learn the hard way. You get money by working hard for it, no other way. And that’s why he’d just sent that second choir packing from his doorstep. A bucket of urine on the head usually got rid of festive cheer very efficiently, particularly tonight.
If only they’d leave him alone to enjoy his port and his fire, and stop bothering him. Just because he’d worked hard didn’t mean he should have to share it all out. If you want to share in his money, you had to deserve it. There wasn’t anything that was going to change his mind about that. Bah! Christmas! He ruffled his shoulders, sinking deeper into his chair.
The clock struck ten, and his eyelids felt heavy, he swigged the last of his port and placed the old glass carefully on the small table by the chair. He would rest a little while before going to bed, hoping the port would not bring him nightmares. His head drooped, his lips mouthing the word ‘humbug’ as he fell gently asleep.
He didn’t deserve this, no one did. So then why, why did it happen? It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. He had redeemed himself! He had cast away everything he had ever felt worthwhile before they had met. He had changed! He had done everything because he fell in love, so did he really deserve to have that one person taken away?
(because I wanted to do another snapshot for this prompt that was beyond a reflection)
Dont you think the starving and poor deserve more then a little bit of rice?
Do I deserve this? I think that’s the question everyone should ask themselves. Seriously ask themselves. Not just wonder, “Do I get this because of ethnicity or birthright or because I worked hard,” but actually wonder; what did you do to deserve what you have, what you don’t have. Is it really yours to have or not have?
Every gift placed upon your hand, never received a thank you, or even a simple smile. You take it, and you keep it, and you give nothing in return. And I pray that one day, only one day, that your light flickers, and your room shakes. What could it be? You’ll think, but not before your roof breaks off revealing something no words can describe. Finally, you’d get what you’re deserved, and you’d remember: ‘The lord giveth and lord taketh away.’
you deserve more than anything he can give you you deserve to be loved to be held and worried and fussed over you deserve to be kissed until you melt you deserve to be thought of constantly you deserve to be written to and about you deserve to have poems in which the title bears your name you deserve to be someone’s and to have someone be yours you deserve love. i hope you find it.
deserve. what is the meaning of deserve, you ask? it means to have earned something. to have fought, bled, cried, lost sleep over something you hold dearly. do all men deserve things they have earned, though? nay. look at modern day politicians.
I don’t think people really deserve things. It’s impossible to know what’s good and where rewards are owed. I’m sorry, I’m incapable of poetry today.