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Bambi Oct 2013
I'm forced to the ground.
Im laying down.
My hands, and feet are tied.
I'm wearing a blind fold.
My back rest against something hard, like metal.
My legs rug against each other, as I try to escape.
I feel a hand rub down my side.
And one on my face.
I hear laughing.
I feel them touch my legs.
I stop fighting, knowing I cant stop them.
I feel a pinch in my thigh, it runs deep trough my body.
Then my eyes start to close, knowing they injected me.
I wake up blindfolded.
I take the wrap off my eyes to find i'm on the side of the road.
With a big, white, *****, revealing shirt.
No pants, or underwear.
I blush, groaning, as I start my journey to find home.
Bambi Oct 2013
Feeling the beat of my heart start to match the tune of the music.
Swaying my hips slowly, back and forth, to the rhythm of the song.
Moving my feet, pounding them to the floor.
Resting my hands on top of my head.
Letting my chest breath, in, out.
My neck creasing around in circles.
Flipping my hair to the opposite direction my face is.
I let my voice moan to the beautiful sound.
The song is over.
And I am ready to press repeat.
Bambi Oct 2013
Once upon a time,


There was a kingdom ruled by a king. This king was not happy with money, he was greedy for love. He forced love upon woman everywhere, married, underage, it didn't matter. He walked to this girl, grabbed her hand and he sooner took her to his throne, for him to be pleasured. She didn't cry, nor scream in a seek of help. She just obeyed him in any manner of doing. He was happy, he was satisfied. Later that day he forced her hand in marriage. At the wedding the priest announced for them to share a kiss, he wanted yet again more... She didn't cry, nor scream in seek of help. She did every order, every command. Till the day of his death, she cried because she was happy. With the king now dead, she is the owner of this kingdom. She had the one thing she wanted, happiness. 



Once upon a time, 


There was a kingdom ruled by a queen, and this kingdom was as happy as can be. And as simply as that, the kingdom lived happily ever after.
Bambi Oct 2013
My hands tighten around your' neck.


We are crying.


You are trying to escape.


You are struggling. 


So am I.


You made me suffer.


You made me...


...Snap...
Bambi Oct 2013
"I am sorry. I don't want to be an emperor, that's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible. Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness; not each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there's room for everyone and a good Earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut our selfs in; machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think to much and feel to little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions sires out the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say "Do not despair". The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you - who regiment your lives, tell you what to do what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines, you are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate only the unloved hate. The unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers - don't fight for slavery, fight for liberty. In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written: "the kingdom of God is within man". Not one man, nor a group of men - but in all men - in you. You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work,that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They don't fulfill that promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world were science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers - in the name of democracy, let us all unite!"
~Charlie Chaplin
Bambi Oct 2013
Rage fills in my room as I start to cry.

Tears fill up the room, making me drowned.

Deep under, covered in water.

Soaked, drenched.

I crave a smile, let down with a frown.

Why must you drown me.

Why push me father then I am.

I see no return for life.

I see blue, shimmers of light fading.

The waves rise above me.

The thing I live on is one speak of light, soon gone.

I should float, but I swim further down.

Bubbles rise, as I finally breath.

I don't want to die, but forced.

Murdered.

You created the tears that drowned me.

You don't care.

You swim in my pool.

My pool of tears.
Bambi Oct 2013
Child Reality (Part 1)

As a child you see the world as a playground.

Cars, driven by feet against ground, when you would run for speed.

The biggest pain you felt was a scratch.

The "Love" you gained was for a blanket, and kisses from parents.

You were a child, the saddest part of life.

When reality hits you, you'll be gone.

Blown away.



True Reality (Part 2)

Now you see the world as a grave.

Cars, passing people in need, colors of all type.
The biggest pain you feel now is the mistakes.

The love you feel now is pain, and the kisses from parents are gone, now from strangers, the kisses leading to ***.

You are a adult, following the sadness from you childhood.

The reality hit you.

You're gone.

Ashamed.


You are now tasting the scent of reality.

Gone, soon dead from reality.
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