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#branded
echoes crashing through time. lies, where breath once lived. your voice like butter, your words dripping honey as if i could be bought. deaf, as thunder rages when honesty speaks. a match strikes, white hot against my skin. you brand me yours. no anchor, no home, no hope. you play your game, blind to the price. i stammer words unheard. they bleed your name. i live, begging for more time.
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 3:30 AM UTC
the game
~for those who can’t sleep, and know why~ ***you say “how much is too far?” and I think yes, more scars, a man surveys a lifetime of errors and cowardice, my soles, scarred from nite-walking new york city sidewalks, days of haven’t slept in years, weakness is my prejudice, tally sums-ups as no forgiveness, the pavement paying is a continuum of  paying on, there is no atonement for wasted life, the concrete cracks wedded to my body, stepped on each one*** **marvel at the disastrous disappointment that I’ve engineered, how creative in disguising a life of accumulated self bruising, applaud my season’s greeting card, 2020, me meeting me, in a laptop I am contained, global boundaries thus defined, crumpled coffee cups, emptied wine glass, zoom loops of repetition, still I wonder why, every day, how, so many missteps, wondering not at the lackluster will that carried me;  every minute sorrowful** *so much hidden begs for revelation, murdered souls, theft, jealousy, but the punishment is brutal; a conscientious conscience continually punishes my blackened hours and there is no retrieval, retrial, just a grounded plot with neither headstone and grass, for I’m marked by no marker, and the wounds inflicted are my afflicted leavings, my bones+soul confined, and the hallelujah word excised from my vocabulary, forbidden me, justifiably so* ————————————- Mr. Tambourine Man Song by Bob Dylan “Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming... And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow”
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
“I’m branded on my feet”
~for those who can’t sleep, and know why~ ***you say “how much is too far?” and I think yes, more scars, a man surveys a lifetime of errors and cowardice, my soles, scarred from nite-walking new york city sidewalks, days of haven’t slept in years, weakness is my prejudice, tally sums-ups as no forgiveness, the pavement paying is a continuum of  paying on, there is no atonement for wasted life, the concrete cracks wedded to my body, stepped on each one*** **marvel at the disastrous disappointment that I’ve engineered, how creative in disguising a life of accumulated self bruising, applaud my season’s greeting card, 2020, me meeting me, in a laptop I am contained, global boundaries thus defined, crumpled coffee cups, emptied wine glass, zoom loops of repetition, still I wonder why, every day, how, so many missteps, wondering not at the lackluster will that carried me;  every minute sorrowful** *so much hidden begs for revelation, murdered souls, theft, jealousy, but the punishment is brutal; a conscientious conscience continually punishes my blackened hours and there is no retrieval, retrial, just a grounded plot with neither headstone and grass, for I’m marked by no marker, and the wounds inflicted are my afflicted leavings, my bones+soul confined, and the hallelujah word excised from my vocabulary, forbidden me, justifiably so* ————————————- Mr. Tambourine Man Song by Bob Dylan “Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming... And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow”
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your kiss burnt my lips bruised my limbs set me on fire your look shook my core tore me apart ignited my desire i leave my memory branded stranded without you waiting by the shore
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
branded
His name branded On my mind and heart Even 6,022 miles apart Forever a smile On my face Forever a laugh In silence’s wake
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
Am I Supposed to Feel Like This?
The sun plummets into pools Of fleshy humanity. The pollution sinks Into the streets of the city. The flames, Lapping at the skin Melting off of My hollow structure. But still, I will stand tall. The memory of you Still branded on the insides Of my eyelids.
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
Still Here-
Defenseless as the bull lays with his limbs wound tight with twined rope, watching as the hot iron lay upon his coat and melt it's way to his flesh. All he can do is Bellow at the agonizing pain for he is unable to stop it. Flowing rapid through his vanes the pain , like the rivers rushing down the stream. The torture still steaming as the damage is done ,he wears the memory of that pain daily to remind of a feeling of helplessness dismissing his dignity replacing it with his submission as he is forever branded .  I live this feeling everyday as I wake to the torture of my limbs twined with invisible rope, the only difference is the burning flesh is inside piercing my heart as I lay helpless knowing I can't save you from your pain. The worry rips through me ****** and kidnapping my sanity as the thought of the unknown is more than I can bare. Although my scars  are internal ,  the naked eye can't see , the hurt  and fear I  feel for you,  brands me every day
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Invisible Scars
Wyatt freaks come on baby talk to me just like the others give your oppinion then block me read around what we write then pretend you will be all right one two three none of you know me take my footsteps with grains of salt pucker your mouth watch me stomp report my manners after you block me your form of religion must have swung from trees we are just in an shell of flesh your stupid letters are just an test just because you block me don't mean it isn't me every writer you read test me not that no no no why et y why et y we 91st good thing for my soul block my whole report me hey me banned that Will never change who I am stupid Wy at t hey at at t keep testing me ? ... .. .
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
Untitled
I was barely even, From Northern India,my mum's little one, A child bride, My husband's family rules I had to abide. Godnas (tattoos) were mandatory for married women, So several days after the wedding done, An elderly lady came to brand me alone, Her tool, a needle,she would heat with fire, Burn my skin and fill with colour pigment on and on she would not tire, No anaesthetic  to numb the pain, No cream to heal the skin. I had several tattoos, Subjugated  without any ados. Now, my daughter is a different version, She is a rebellion, Refused to have the tattoos done, I supported her and she won.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
Branded with Tattoos
you branded me angry red marks soiling soft skin my body now a cage to the wild soul within and like a stallion, i love you more when i'm broken
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
branded
pain unfurls in my chest a reminder of loss that will never go away even when forgotten forever branded into my mind eternally scarred into my heart
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
Loss
Running away An eternal struggle Fighting against suppressed feelings Feeling displaced Located in a world of my own A world so strange... I don't belong here... I'm just a misfit Branded by society Trapped by my own peculiarity
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
Misfit
I didn't ask to be pulled into this world Ripped out of the quiet and comfort of the womb To be branded and twisted into what they want Another mindless worker, another dollar They want you to think life is about work It's not, life is about LIVING The sadness I see in a crowd is unbearable Everyone longs to free themselves Of these heavy shackles of society So tell me, fellow beings How do we break free?
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
societal norm
In a new world shop branded That boasts of good standards Stacks of clothes folded Nicely matching the standards The label proudly gloat Of the owners wealthy abode In tiny print it is shone The country where it's born China, Vietnam, Bangladesh, India and my own Lands where brands aren't a priced norm The hands that stitched them never know That she is paid less than the branded piece you own
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
Branded
You are bonfire smoke Clinging to my favorite clothes Washed my hair 30 times Felt your hair in my fingers Every single time And when I look in the mirror I wear your smile This glow in my eyes Is reflecting off your skin If I pricked my finger It'd be your blood You're coarsing rapidly Through my veins I need a transfusion to escape
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
Transfusion
The smoke does not bother me any more than the burning flesh The scars will heal slowly beneath my clothes and I will turn my head the other way should anyone notice the ash on my skin or the limp in my stride because they are the only things you have left to control me and I will heal and I will move on After all, like pain you are only temporary
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Branded
No one will be there save you whenever you please or listen with sympathy They smile when you fall Hidden by masks they laugh but hide away should you choose to stand again And you will stand again because no one can ever hurt you as long as you are there to save yourself
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Sad But True