"surounded" poems
So there is this pyramid.
We learned about it last week
This guy, his name was Maslow...is Maslow
maybe he is still alive. I'm not sure.
I don't even know his full name....I''ll probably do really well in this class, by the way.
So, Maslow, he came up with this pyramid.
A pyramid of physiological need. Ineresting right?
I think it is pretty interesting.
The bottom of the pyramid, the biggest part, contains the things you need the most.
Air, water, food, sleep...you get the idea.
The next part says saftey and security.
In order to live a fufilling life you need...
air, water, food, sleep, saftey and security.
Pretty simple
Then, this guy Maslow, he throws this ******** into the mix...
on the next level of the pyramid he puts love and belonging.
Love and belonging?
A necessity?
I have only lived about 19 years of my life
and I think it is safe to say that I have never loved.
Not really loved anyone.
I love my mom, I love my dog.
I hope that is the kind of love that Maslow is talking about or else
....I am not fufilling my physiological needs.
So I'm a little ****** up, yeah I could belive that.
To top this **** off.
Maslow throws Esteem and Self-esteem on the tip top of this pyramid.
Well now Maslow...hes really making my day
I got none of that either.
So here I am taking some notes in class and
Maslow makes me realized that I'm a pretty incomplete person.
Right here, in the middle of my Psychology lecture
surounded by at least 300 other incomplete people.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
Just like Goddess Kali
I am feared when not
understood
my enemies know my loving passion are my kids
those demons slander me
fearing the mother
goddess in me
I gave life and inadvertedly heartbroken waived it
I give life
birthed my children
against all adds
motherhood apeaces me
injustice enrages my dance
I am Goddess Kali Karijin
~~
Precious daughters
Elena Rose Jeanette fear not
I save I protect I write
it's my frenzied dance
surounded by demons ferocious
you and me won many a
gruesome wars
to protect you three your
children alike my light
I have deamed
Remember Mother Kali
I love you miss you
more and more
and for you my life I lay
~~~.
The goddess mother
(excerpt)
~estranged from kids ~
~~~~~~
"The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loose from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path...
The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
A thousand,
thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black."
love & motherhood apeace me.
~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
inspired
by Hindi ink Durga-Kali
Shiva Lord's Wife
revised 06-5-19
~~~~
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
dark thoughts consume my soul.
filling every little hole.
untill im just cold.
nothing left i wonder.
oh no i say as i scoup up all the peices to the the broken mirror that is my life
as i carefully but them in to place.
i look into the mirror and i see the demons of my past deeply peering into my soul.
again i feel cold not just in my body but in my soul.
what are those dark thoughts you ask.
well let rewind.
back to that one time.
my time.
in 2011.
lying there on the concrete.
and again my sould feels very cold.
i hit a vain.
oh the pain.more than i could every think.
i cant even blink.
he finds me.
who is he.
he whispers "come with me".
moments later im surounded by clouds.
i think to my self "where am i".
hey whispers again "dont fret child i will be you guide in you time of need".
please now return me please.
you cant do this to me.
im not ready yet i am not worthy.
of you guidence or protection.
i do not want to go to heaven just yet.
for yet there is something i must do.
mother i must apoligze to you.
for
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
I could write a story about my life
how everything went wrong in december
the day that I turned sixteen
my old world closed and a new one opend
a world filled with drugs, alcohol and good music
it was a time of badboys, overthinking and heartbreaks
it went on with wearing too much make-up and crazy hair colors
first I was scared for all these things
my world was changing and so was I
but after a while I got used to it, it began to feel like home
a place where I could be myself, filled with lovely broken people
when I was sixteen I met this girl
she was a bit like me but different
she had something special..
maybe it was her smile
I always was surounded by demons, everyone could see it
but this girl really was an angel, she was the light in the sky
so maybe I shouldn't write a story about myself this time
I should write a story about you
how you make me crazy and confused
how annoying you can be sometimes
but more important about
how much you mean to me
how you make me feel special
but it always made me feel like falling
it should have made me feel like flying
oh sweet sixteen you were so bad for me.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
It screams.. Oh god, it does scream.
All I feel now is sorrow and pain,
just looking for things to punish and blame.
Trapped, I lost all type of sense.
Pushed from all sides, as a block of stone my heart is dense.
Oh, it does scream..
Nobody hears.
I cry, my soul is full of tears.
I look in the mirror,
I don’t recognize that guy.
Who is he? What has he become?
I hear them calling,
that’s not my name.
I look not with my eyes,
and all I see is a stranger.
Surounded by people I am alone.
“Get away you filth, begone!”
If they knew what’s in my blood,
they’d nail me on a pike, oh God.
From the bottom to top I’m filled with hate.
Nobody can’t even think of passing my gate.
My face I can’t stand to look.
Who are you stranger, you who my face took?
From me, for me I feel fear.
I’m not getting out of this void anytime near.
And I do know, that deep hate has been born
from deeper love that has been torn.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
I counted back from ten inside my head
whising you were still laying in my bed
She smiled at the stars like they knew all her darkest secrets
and all the hopeless kids on the street laughed at me
because deep down inside we all knew the universe didn't
Being reckless became a part of my life
somtimes my hair was navy blue and other days it was black
I loved the smell of danger and I liked being afraid
I wish we could start all over again
we would lay down together
surounded by pink flowers and a ***** mind
You could never keep your mouth shut
or say something positive
this boy hated the world and everyone in it
except for me
and thats why I felt like the most special person
in the world whenever I was near him.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
far out in the desert, there is a parched man
standing above infinite space
surounded by oceans
under mountains
he no longer thirsts
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
Who can claim to know me
when i know not what i be?
Born in shadows living in light
where can i find my one delight?
Lost found and lost again
hunting seeking searching for some small gain
Lone i am though surounded i be
wondering a vast hall
with many levels hidden by all
lost and afraid
alone and frayed
I know not who i am
but for all before me
what can i be?
cast aside no better than a doll
trying as i might still bound to fall
a ghost i feel
being slicker than an eel
try as i may
my all do i give
time for the heart to be bared
in hopes by all to be spared
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC