If I had the Strength

Is it so hard to ask,
For a love of my own,
I am tired of this "relationship",
Still feeling like I'm alone.
Is it me or am I mistaken,
Are the good ones always taken?
You love me, You love him
Yet, I rank above him?
But you are still with him?
Confused, you plead to be forgiven
Empty apologies,
Taken to an empty bed
Visions of a smoking gun,
Empty shell by my emptied  head.
Your sweet love is not worth,
Entertaining inscriptions on my tombstone,
With these self destructive thoughts,
I would rather be alone.
If I only had the strength,
to be on my own.

By,
LA Kellam

Why I Write? (Carmen's Poem)

Sometimes I need to be inspired,
sometimes I need to be moved,
sometimes I am doubted,
and my talent must be proved.
Sometimes I write about love,
sometimes about of the journey of the dead,
sometimes I am just providing a soapbox,
for one of the voices in my head.
Sometimes the words come so easy,
sometimes the creativity runs dry,
sometimes I write to make people laugh,

sometimes to make them cry,

sometimes I hate what I'm writing,

and wonder why I even try.

But thats when I realize,

Every time I write, Its for me,

And honestly that is why.

By LA Kellam