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Erik Burciaga Poem
We are the nobodies
Unloved, un-hated, un-phased
Outcasts of the world of popularity.
Banished to the fringes of existence.
Finding joy- is a rarity- no solidarity
Always seen at a distance-
because we are the resistance
Nameless faceless and speechless-
When we speak the response is an echo
Bouncing around in a black hole
We can't hide from it so lets go
Into the darkness of our abandoned soul
Alone, lost, and shrouded by darkness
left to face the shadows of heaven
Lost in life- Our suffering is endless!
To each other we are brethren.
We are numbed by pain
And blinded by shame
we are social life's bane
playing popularity's game
We are the nobodies...
Copyright © Erik Burciaga | Year Posted 2012
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Erik Burciaga Poem
Here I sit in the cold darkness, alone
All I ever wanted is for someone to care
But compassion for me, no one has shown
Everyone else is happy, this isn't fair
Cast out by the group, denied and ignored
Tired of trying to find a solution
No option of mine mine are left unexplored
Hope tainted, like a lake afflicted by polution
Why be in a place where I’m not accepted?
Forced to watch with a green chip on my shoulder
Condemned to always be forgotten and rejected
From jealousy and envy my soul begins to smolder
There is only one place I belong
Prepare your mind to be blown
Or perhaps you knew all along
Here in the darkness I shall sit forever alone
Copyright © Erik Burciaga | Year Posted 2013
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Erik Burciaga Poem
Darkness, a peaceful prison, trapping thought
Silence, the golden blade, cuts deep
Loneliness, the endless maze where I rot
Anger through my veins does it creep
-- This part came out on the fly. Above is more intended--
I am the one who knows not of love
The one meant only as a tool
Forced to look up at those above
They stand on my head as a stool.
Only ever used to reach the top
Cast aside without remorse
As I shout "stop stop stop"
No one ever listens of course
Copyright © Erik Burciaga | Year Posted 2014
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Erik Burciaga Poem
To many people this paper means hardly anything
And the ink used to write this means almost nothing
Yet the words and what they represent, what they hold
The power of these ideas and feelings; something to behold
However a cruel fate has been bestowed upon me
My words go unnoticed when that's all they're meant to be
If people don't listen, then my words barely mean something
My ideas, my feelings don't exist and I mean nothing
This is the harsh reality I must accept.
In the end I remain silent, unheard- no hope
Who I really am, a secret forced to be kept
Perhaps I will finally be heard with the help of a rope.
Copyright © Erik Burciaga | Year Posted 2013
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Erik Burciaga Poem
Everyday I wake up to a mundane reality
Lying in bed thinking, waiting for dawn
Nothing left to believe in, no hope for society
With no more strength I can barely move on
Looking around I see people enjoying life, having fun
Their laughs mocking me as I sit alone
That’s it I can’t stand it, I’m done
Finally, to me the truth has been shown
No one cared, they never did, and never will
I need to end it all, society is full of it
With the gun to my head time seems to stand still
Now the only thing I can believe in is bliss from a bullet.
Copyright © Erik Burciaga | Year Posted 2013
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