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Sara Reilly Mar 2016
The effects of poverty on children
&
The development of maladaptive behaviors
a.k.a survival instinct to
in victims of childhood abuse
&
In children of mothers with mental illness

See:  Schizophrenia births ******-                               affective bipolar set-up borderline personality

&
Of Broken promises and
Of divorce
on toddlers
Subject to
Hypochondriacal
Dissociative identity disorder maniacal
Munchuasen syndrome
&
Development of anorexia in girls whose mothers
tell them they are fat
And not to eat
At the age of 3
And do not keep
food in the house
&
Of memory loss on survivors of ******
**** perpetual at brother's behest
Sibling rival/sociopath/hater
Initiate secrets to swallow later
Same same high school juvenile
English teacher hebophile
Lies beget lies with no adult supervision
Predators penetrate without permission
Especially favored males
above suspicion

Back to back with

Court ordered
reverse abduction
Too much too late
Overt overprotection
premature prepubescent
irreversible independence
****** up DNA lifetime sentence
Survivor guilt/too young to choose
Either way at 12 years old you lose
Tough love authoritarianism
Vs.
Prodromal adolescent survivalism
Now no court dare insist
which insanity trumps which
Coupled with
Biological mother "crazy" trash-talk
Teenage runaway as soon as she can walk
&
Development of trust issues
Normalized by chronic
neglect and abuse
Hyper vigilant of subtext
Double super mega
Abandonment complex
Stockholm syndrome and PTSD
Dissociation in abductees
(Comfortable with recreating tragedies)
Within exploded families
Where the truth is an accumulation
Of what is not acknowledged

diagnostic checklists
Symptoms life synopsis
Doctors office doctors office
Taper off, titraite this
between pages tranquillized
Quoth the holy DSM V
Artificial life artificial life

As dirt swept under the rug
So much dirt makes a pile
So big a pile makes a child
A child makes too much noise
Ignore her
Tell her to shut up
Make her shut up
She is a liar
Put her in the closet
Do not feed the girl child
She needs too much
She is too much
Takes up too much room
Even in the womb
It's ok if she goes away
If someone takes her one day
If she dies
If her brother wants to **** her
And tries
Pretend she is dead

Mother didn't do anything
Wrong after all
No proof
No evidence
Just a child never born
To steal the glow of
Psychosis from the flaming eyes
Of a mother crossed
Who also never saw adulthood coming

Through the delusions, the chaos
Inherent crime without cost
You can't blame us
Born and raised already lost

Generations of children
Who make bad adults
Potential unfulfilled
And it's nobody's fault.
In progress
Olivia Kent Oct 2013
Syndicate!

Venezuela.
A land of ghosts.
Where cell phones die.
Undetectable.
As families cry.
For their lost loves.

Hostages taken.
Vanish into night.
For minimal ransom.
Ransoms paid by families of wealth.
Abductees murdered.
Rarely returned.
Hostage takers.
Rarely caught.
In this land of class distinction.
Tension builds.
Some.
The lucky ones get taken from the avenues.
Taken to the ATM.
Where their bank accounts are drained.
Given drugs then dumped again.


Caracas homicide rates high.
Ransoms paid and men still die!
In this dark land where crimes flies.
Never solved in this land so corrupt.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
I wrote this after watching a documentary about kidnap in Venezuela x  I do write weird things sometimes! Livvi x
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...
Dag J Apr 2013
parallel motions
aligned in asymmetrical
      symmetry of the
subconscious eyes seeing
abductees of the mind
     gathering in blind
            exitement

opening to the silent sound of
fingers painted in rainbows

        touching the innermost
    honesty of every verbal
echo

mending hearts
                 in no time at all
         needing nothing but
*devotion
© MMXIII by Day J
kirk Apr 2019
As I gaze into the stars, what lays beyond the night
Visions on a distant dream, a spark of gleaming light
Is there universal life, why is everything so bright
Colours drained across the sky, nothing but impending white

I stare out of the window pain, I wander what's beyond
What's inside the shimmering light, what's behind that tranquil pond
I'm transfixed I can not move, my body does not respond
A pulsating flash is seen, but I can not abscond

The window cracks and shatters, and I have no strength or power
Pieces of a tormented mind, float amongst the glass shard shower
Has true reality been lost, this is my most desperate hour
Nothing else is seen within, what does the light devour

The drowsiness inside my head, or am I just mistaken
I am dreaming bygone dreams, will I ever be awaken
My feelings are forgotten, once again I have been taken
Is my mind fully intact, my journey is now forsaken

Voices are heard amongst the sounds, of close and distant screams
The presence of cold grey hearts, are drifting in my dreams
Visions seen through a clouded haze, nothing is what it seems
Piercing eyes of deepen black, skin shinning though the beams

Flickering lights a small movement, I am the victim of damnation
I unravel piece by piece, experiments undo all creation
What's the purpose of abduction, I have a metal implantation
My humanity is being removed, I no longer have salvation

I can't escape my tortured soul, while I am laying here
Time stands still within these walls, along with all my fear
Feeling afraid and vulnerable , but I can not shed a tear
Helpless to my abductors, I am taken year by year

Are human abductees taken, to cause humanities own destruction
And implants placed under the skin, to send people an instruction
I am always taken back, a time before my last seduction
The light will come for me again, upon my next abduction
BLitZeD Feb 2016
E.T
I describe myself as a lion
a demon
a creature of myth
an alien being
within these notes that i teach
humanity's meaning
abductees all scream
because this world we are leaving
that in which i wish to destroy
at out next meeting
plasma on the page, its critical,  
E.T's bleeding
there is no home to phone
the cells that are sleeping
like farmers they ***.
my words they are seeding
morals out the door,
rights that im heaving
gore will hit the floor
in these writes that your reading
beauty's in the eye of the beholder
well behold, the insides of a beast you are seeing

— The End —