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

Love?

What is love to you?
What is love to me?
Is love truly as simple,
as seen on TV?

Is it a rapid type emotion?
Or is it rather slow?
Does it happen with a potion?
I will never know.

The only thing I do know,
is the one thing we are all sure of.
This thing is real confusing,
This thing we call love.

LA Kellam

Missed Shot at Love Rebounded

I reminisce and think back,
high school,  you, on my lap,
fingertips, seem custom fit,
as I knowingly grip,
your  flawless and superb,
beautiful curves.

I didn't think I could handle you,
but I learned quick.
Ego got the best of me,
I tried being slick,
took you for granted,
and you were lost,
the price of being humbled was steep,
and you were the cost.

Every now and then i think of you,
and from afar I admire you,
ashamed that you may see
that i am not how you remember me.
But the years have done little to hide,
the competitive fire, you inspire
inside.

My sons know about you,
they want to meet you,
I will guide them,
and teach them what it takes,
and hopefully in the clutch,
they won't repeat my mistakes.

LA Kellam

My Perfect Balance

Mind is always racing,
pace seems five steps ahead,
old age setting in,
keep forgetin' the first few.
Steady focused on the Ends,
the Means never enter into view.
Then there's you,
from where?  it depends,
always been, but for some you are new,
already inner circle so there's no getting in,
easing the tension in my head,
prepared for whatever i may be facing .

LA Kellam