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nick armbrister Oct 2023
ABDUCTEE



You’re a girl like no other ’cause of what you are. It’s not your fault that you got scared, cry at night or get so lonely in a crowd. Everyday you ask the same two questions: Why me? And when will they come for me? You get flashbacks of blinding pain and flashing strobe lights. So when the aliens abduct you and you feel it before it happens, you wish for death. Can no one see the alien ship as you float through your roof up to it? No one believes you when you say you’re an abductee – aliens don’t exist, they say – they’re just in our minds.
from skeward images nick armbrister
Allyson Walsh Mar 2016
March feels wintry
On the first day of spring
I am an abductee.

Hades' hunger for sexuality
His underworld queen
Pomegranate seeds

When spring isn't spring
And the grass isn't green
I am Persephone
For myself

I'm still frozen in winter and trying to find the warmth of spring.
He is Hades.
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
My head is buzzing loud
Six hours are missing, gone
Weird triangle scar
Inspired by the poem, "Torryburn Road" by Elizabeth Squires
UNiTY Feb 2017
Inhale
This
Medicine

Blazin'

Space cadet
UFO
Abductee

I feel the good vibes
nick armbrister Mar 2020
You’re a girl like no other ’cause of what you are.
It’s not your fault that you got scared,
cry at night or get so lonely in a crowd.
Every day you ask the same two questions:
Why me? And when will they come for me?
You get flashbacks of blinding pain and flashing strobe lights.
So when the aliens abduct you and you feel it before it happens, you wish for death.
Can no one see the alien ship as you float through your roof up to it?
No one believes you when you say you’re an abductee –
aliens don’t exist, they say – they’re just in our minds.
buzz Jun 2014
What do you think we know
What do you think we see
Have you ever questioned life
And wonder what it could be

Have you study the number seven
And its significant means
What really are the heavens
Are they really what we read

What do you think you know
What do you think you see
Would you call me crazy
For not believing in duality

Is common sense so common
Are you the batman or the robin
Is it all a state of mind
Do you know the truth behind death or time

Have you ever been a witness
Or an abductee
Do you believe
Or are you that naive

I don't have to say it twice
The world is not what it seems
But the corruption is real
Control, ***, and greed

Until we realize we are more
Then a nine to five
It is then when
We are truly alive

But for now the artificial and corruption
Are destroying our true nature and keeping us down
While creating the most powerful evil of all

An ego-driven clown.
Emily Mackenzie Nov 2014
with your hateful eyes
and your evil mind
with sinning hands
you took the time
to make me feel useless
to made me feel numb
thumbs trace fingers
fingers trace thumbs
you outlined my jaw
with your soft kept hand
while you told me you wanted
to feel like a man
you never asked
if you could
if I said no
we know you would
you called me comely
you called me kind
you made me lose
my ******* mind
you made me ache
I was an abductee
you absolutely
dehumanized me
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
The ransom note came this morning
And you were listed twice
First as the abductee
Then as the abductor
I'm not even going to ask
How it was that you captured yourself
I just want to know
What's going to happen once
You have the money
Do you free or ****
The hostage?
Don't **** with Jesus

So there was this alien abduction study
A real one
No goverments involved

It was the biggest
most official
alien abduction study ever

Spanning decades

Every abductee and their story
studied and scrutinized

Asking every question

Going over all the paralysed
and probed feelings of all of them

In some cases there was some awarness
Some comminication
Though not with words

After a while they started to notice an anomoly

In those cases where there was some degree of awarness
Which was a small percentage
Some abductees were able to communicate outwardly

In a small percentage of those
some abductees would inadvertantly
convey things like

Oh Jesus
Please help me Jesus

Or words to that effect



Now let me remind you
this was sciences study
and had been from the start



Until the Anomoly

EVERY TIME JESUS NAME WAS CONVEYED

The abduction abruptly ended

There was about 10 jesus cases
and this happened every time

See i'm not religious in the bible sense
But every time?


He knew their secret
Or at least came as close as any human ever

To me Jesus transcends religion
His word is essentialy love
And he had the biggest love following of all time
Bar none
Still does

They control you with fear you see
They farm it
It's their sustenance

So why wouldnt the name
of the most loved human being ever
strike fear in their hearts

So why didnt Jesus just tell everybody their secret
"Theyre here"
Could you imagine
They'd stone him for being crazy
before he even made it to the cross

Plus it wouldnt work
Everyone would be scared shitless

And thats what they feed on

Fear

So he had to teach us love
Love is our weapon
And once we build enough love
their whole dark twisted existance
will begin to unravel

The greatest trick an alien ever played
was convincing you the devil existed

We are a fear farm

But love can light the way
because they fear love

They fear Jesus and the power of his love


This is a true squashed story
Look it up if they havn't already buried it further
Tip of the iceburg...
Tim Roo Kie Nov 2020
People come into our lives and go...
Each person has a role to play,
Rather it is a strong link or weak..

Like a tree, the leaves began to fall...
Wilted and dies but its purpose is fulfilled,
To become manure to feed the new growth

Some people drifts away like driftwoods
Making known no imprints in your life
Gone with no importance
Without showing any memory of their visit,

Some people are there to be Hinderers
Or perhaps, for gains
To improve our patience and stability,
The stronger stays put as your friend
No matter how spiral the situation might be,

Nothing can crack the bond you have built
Through by God, the friendship will not falter
But grows to a perfect perfection,
It holds together through life problems

Head on with memories lasting a lifetime
The weaker will dissipates like the dry winds

Scatter whichever way the wind blows
Neither here, neither there
Just a weak link totally without trust
Neither here, neither there
Scattering in the wind

But one thing I know for sure is,
People come, people go,

What we had was such a long time ago.
You hurt me with your creed,
All you were worried about was your greed.
Once again for my heart you apply,
But saying I love you this time would be a lie.

You've made everything complicated for me,
Why can't you just let me breathe?
So just let this go, let it go,

Because this time I'll have to tell you "Hell Nah"
I locked up my heart and threw away the key,
I'll never let it go, I'll keep it forever like it's my abductee.

People come, people die,
Saying "I Miss You" this time would be a pretty ******* lie.
So I just wanted you to know that I'm leaving.

It might not be now...
Not tonight...
Not tomorrow or the day after...
But someday...
It'd be unpredictably someday...
And never you dare to say you "Missed Me" while I'm gone.
This piece is for those who have been hurt and feels like giving up. I was once toiled, but I kept on striving till I prevailed.
Piecing together tattered family tree
(Betsy Ross would beam at unflagging effort)

Ah, here all along yours truly
thought himself an abductee,
and/or zoologically
linkedin with chimpanzee,
hence imagine my disappointment
flipping laminated pages ye

ja undertook undoubtedly
painstaking effort,
plus wireless subcommittee
stitched together plain to see
helpful input thank you Amelie,
plus unnamed, undaunted,

and informed cousins
contributing to digging
into archives to help free
some unanswered nagging questions
only to generate others re:
garding ahem little feet

legs skinny as spaghetti
this haint no phallus si¿
lodged within me
noggin, which effort crudely
analogous fitting
prosthetic to amputee,

who understandably loosing limb,
would find her/him
screaming like banshee,
which one with diminished hearing
might sound like
suite (sweet) firebird stung

explaining flight of bumblebee
nonetheless, the bundled, compiled,
and detailed genealogy
courtesy eldest sister prithee
perhaps inspire "FAKE"
trumpeted voluminous tome twee

starring pooch donning
windblown heir ***** fur -
or sporting canine toupee
with apt title regarding petsmart
bonafide muttering dog gone pedigree
**** backed *******

in heat making whoopie
would become best selling fiction,
whereby Hollywood
might come calling
of course anonymous
actors/actresses,

or training one or another monkey,
where production costs
totally tubular less money
versus famous ****
thespians portraying
long gone i.e. bissell mishuga

characterizing deceased exhumed
(figuratively) ghosts
might be (like...y'know...really) eerie
yet, a possible windfall
after signed contract
once all parties privy

to dramatize ancestors
unilaterally abide and agree
this unsolicited barkback feedback
countless many shindigs
witnessed predictable
yours truly absentee

soul (and sole) brother pulling
no shows claiming lame excuse
ah betcha I inherited emotional uncoupling
generations ago dirt poor peon,
perhaps unwitting creator
of peanut butter and jelly.

— The End —