Monday, January 16, 2012
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Missing the real things in life
I miss the days of honest friendship before lines got blurred.
I missed the days of being able to pick up the phone and call to talk.
I miss the life pep talks.
I miss the world I lived in which I was free.
I miss being able to love freely without consequence.
I miss being able to be open about everything.
I miss truth, honesty, and real talk.
I miss being called a young lady.
I miss the old life I had where meeting new people was easy to do.
I miss not being afraid to pack my bags and go anywhere.
I miss dreaming of a reality that I wished would come true.
I miss true love in the barest sense.
I miss knowing that a soul mate was a real thing.
I miss living in today and not worrying about tomorrow.
I miss being sane and crazy at the same time yet being loved for those very qualities.
I hate hiding behind the fake smiles and half-assed laugh.
I miss being respected and praised.
I missed feeling importance.
I miss that who made me realize life was a choice and the choices we made we had to be strong enough to stick with.
I miss you friend of life.
I missed the days of being able to pick up the phone and call to talk.
I miss the life pep talks.
I miss the world I lived in which I was free.
I miss being able to love freely without consequence.
I miss being able to be open about everything.
I miss truth, honesty, and real talk.
I miss being called a young lady.
I miss the old life I had where meeting new people was easy to do.
I miss not being afraid to pack my bags and go anywhere.
I miss dreaming of a reality that I wished would come true.
I miss true love in the barest sense.
I miss knowing that a soul mate was a real thing.
I miss living in today and not worrying about tomorrow.
I miss being sane and crazy at the same time yet being loved for those very qualities.
I hate hiding behind the fake smiles and half-assed laugh.
I miss being respected and praised.
I missed feeling importance.
I miss that who made me realize life was a choice and the choices we made we had to be strong enough to stick with.
I miss you friend of life.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Journey
Journey
Realizing that the pain you felt for so long is a means to an end.
Realizing that the path you walk is the choice you made
Realizing that family is the best gift God could have ever given you.
Realizing that the cards we were dealt, play out better if you play them blind.
Realizing that the plans you make never pan out the way you envisioned.
Realizing that procrastination is the road to nowhere.
Realizing that holding on to the bad news on increases the sting upon deliverance.
Realizing that everyone else’s agenda is not meant for you to compare.
Realizing that today’s hour will always be different than tomorrows.
Realizing that giving freely is the only true way to give.
Realizing that you will receive nothing in return gives you greater peace than you planned.
Realizing that jumping on the bandwagon makes you a true follower.
Realizing that having your opinion speaks louder than having your own style.
Realizing that life’s consequences are dreams we had that we couldn’t remember.
Realizing that being positive wards off the evil before you see it coming.
Realizing that you will always be a better friend to someone else then they are to you.
Realizing that the light you follow is your own star shining.
The Journey of life…
Friday, April 22, 2011
Haunted Memories
Haunted Memories
Life keeps going but you keep realizing
Memories of a past that once could have been
Lost thoughts of a happiness you long to forget
Knowing that what’s meant to happen does
Control is not always something you have
Fading clouds, daunting shadows, living breathing
Life keeps going but you keep realizing
Memories of a past that once could have been
Lost thoughts of a happiness you long to forget
Knowing that what’s meant to happen does
Control is not always something you have
Fading clouds, daunting shadows, living breathing
Haunted Memories
Space, dreams, pictures, all fallacies of what is not
Days are slow moving, looking back at what was before
Time moving forward but your mind standing still
Air, Scene, Water, Canvas
Haunted Memories
Grasping for what could have been yours
Hoping the future holds what satisfies
Desires of the presence of Presents a Gift
Life is, Real, Time is fast moving, Here is your card
Let go, leave behind, Future is Forward
Stop living in your Haunted Memories
By Ealia L. Payne
April 22, 2011
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Lifes Goods
Life’s Fallacies
Life is long and short at the same time.
It’s the little things that make it all worth it.
The friends that you have not seen in years yet when you see them all life’s problems seem to go away.
The bitter sweetness of a face that once brought contentment.
The nostalgia of a time when childhood worries were simplistic at best.
A time when you didn’t truly understand the complication of the world’s interruptions.
A time when your eyes saw no color but the hand of a friend.
A time when skipping down the street from school was all it took to make you happy.
A time when the site of a yellow school bus made you think of delight.
Life is long and short at the same time.
Short lived are the days where cheerfulness comes in the morning.
Long lived are the days of 8 to 5, and 6 to 10.
Short lived are the days of sitting on the front step and building a sandbox.
Long lived are the days of bills, bills, can you pay my bills.
Short lived is life, long lived is the bliss you can get from life by remembering.
Remembering when, childhood fancies brought tears to your eyes; a time when street dreams were all we had to reach for.
Long lived are the stars beyond the sky you have to attain.
Status, beauty, power, life’s idiosyncrasies.
Life is long and short at the same time.
By: Ealia L. Payne
November 16, 2010
Life is long and short at the same time.
It’s the little things that make it all worth it.
The friends that you have not seen in years yet when you see them all life’s problems seem to go away.
The bitter sweetness of a face that once brought contentment.
The nostalgia of a time when childhood worries were simplistic at best.
A time when you didn’t truly understand the complication of the world’s interruptions.
A time when your eyes saw no color but the hand of a friend.
A time when skipping down the street from school was all it took to make you happy.
A time when the site of a yellow school bus made you think of delight.
Life is long and short at the same time.
Short lived are the days where cheerfulness comes in the morning.
Long lived are the days of 8 to 5, and 6 to 10.
Short lived are the days of sitting on the front step and building a sandbox.
Long lived are the days of bills, bills, can you pay my bills.
Short lived is life, long lived is the bliss you can get from life by remembering.
Remembering when, childhood fancies brought tears to your eyes; a time when street dreams were all we had to reach for.
Long lived are the stars beyond the sky you have to attain.
Status, beauty, power, life’s idiosyncrasies.
Life is long and short at the same time.
By: Ealia L. Payne
November 16, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Its been a while
Hello,
My fellow creative minds, I know it has been a minute since I have posted, had to take a brief hiatus for life issues. However, I am back, I have recently been insipired to blog again, don't fret I have a ton of material that I have written and just need to post, so please comment on what you see in the next couple of weeks, let me know how you like it, I may soon be heading to an open poetry mic near you, I will post details once I get up the nerve to actually get in front of a mic and an audience to get my Maya Angelou on.
Keep the creative juices flowing!
-Lia
My fellow creative minds, I know it has been a minute since I have posted, had to take a brief hiatus for life issues. However, I am back, I have recently been insipired to blog again, don't fret I have a ton of material that I have written and just need to post, so please comment on what you see in the next couple of weeks, let me know how you like it, I may soon be heading to an open poetry mic near you, I will post details once I get up the nerve to actually get in front of a mic and an audience to get my Maya Angelou on.
Keep the creative juices flowing!
-Lia
Its Time
It’s Time
Time to stop being scared,
Time to turn your fears into experiences,
Time to open your arms and enjoy and express love,
It’s Time!
Time to step up and be counted,
Time to be proud of the DNA that makes up you,
Time to let go of the past and look forward to the future,
It’s Time!
Time to live in the present since it is after all a gift,
It’s time to bring your old creativity to the for front,
It’s time to be alive and enjoy life,
It is time to stop crying and start smiling.
It’s Time!
Time to breathe in and breathe out and realize that your breath breads life,
Your breath is precious your breath,
Your breath, your breath gives yourself joy and peace.
It’s Time!
Ealia L. Payne
09/23/10
Time to stop being scared,
Time to turn your fears into experiences,
Time to open your arms and enjoy and express love,
It’s Time!
Time to step up and be counted,
Time to be proud of the DNA that makes up you,
Time to let go of the past and look forward to the future,
It’s Time!
Time to live in the present since it is after all a gift,
It’s time to bring your old creativity to the for front,
It’s time to be alive and enjoy life,
It is time to stop crying and start smiling.
It’s Time!
Time to breathe in and breathe out and realize that your breath breads life,
Your breath is precious your breath,
Your breath, your breath gives yourself joy and peace.
It’s Time!
Ealia L. Payne
09/23/10
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