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

Escape the Monotony

The tick tock
of the clock
can you spot that its mocking me
slowing to a near stop
I'm in shock
it seems I'm the oddity
My peers
it appears
are unaware of this novelty.
The dissonance,
of this silence
has increased levels audibly.
There is a window near,
The day is clear.
Weather is perfect and all flawlessy
I open the window with ease,
I see swaying trees
Closing my eyes as I feel the breeze
relaxing a bit at the knees,
the wind does increase,
never felt so free,
More is sought,
indoors i am determined not to have my day spent,
was the thought
before I opened those eyes of mine in time to see the pavement.

By LA Kellam