Y-Solid

Slow riding
down a twisty turning road,
what decisions am I making?

You can only be lost for
so long before you reach a coast.

I hope.

And you don't need the
street signs.

It'll get colder
and colder
and you'll have an idea.

Of where you're headed.

8/6/2015
Riley Welch

New

My handwriting
needs to be contained
in neat ruled lines.

It cannot just dance
wherever it feels
on a blank sheet
with no boundaries.

Slowly, the letters
will grow
and grow.

And the lines will slope
and it will all slop.

8/6/2015
Riley Welch

P, P, P

I finished another notebook, this one had a grey spine. I got so caught up in writing I didn't write a poem dedicated to these past few months like I usually do. That felt a little odd, but here is the last poem I wrote in this notebook. 

Heaven,
is purple wisteria
clean fresh warm
and up forever.

On Earth they come in
shifts, but in heaven
they bloom every morning
and die every night at dawn
and come back
crisp
dewey.

Heaven is juicy ripe peaches
that don't have to soften
or ripen.

They come in overflowing
crates
and never go bad.

And the peach fuzz
tickles your
chin.

8/4/2015
Riley Welch

Here I am

Red leather
Yellow leather
Do they really
Dye leather
All these
Colors
What a tongue twister
Now I'm confused.

7/31/2015
Riley Welch

S.H.

Streaming
Streaming
Hiccups.
And lost faces
I feel like I don't know what I'm doing.
And also like I do.
Swimming
Striving
Seconds and seconds.
Somersaults are easier
When you're rolling downhill.
I've learned that
Anyway.

7/30/2015
Riley Welch

Three 3 Line Average Paced Thursday Thoughts

11:23 am
So long
But so short
A lot like your brother.

1:23 pm
My hand doesn't swim
Through air
The sun sears a hot brown.

6:37 pm
Paper pages
Like a weird feeling
In my stomach and eyes.

7/30/2015
Riley Welch

The Same Part 2

Things pile up
and things fall apart
and things cascade down
and cease to be the same.

Rolling hills
of never-minds
and other
fleeting
forgetfulness.

Pile up,
Fall apart,
Everything is just
a vague
repeating
pattern.

And maybe I hate it.

7/21/2015
Riley Welch

7/21/2015

Windows wide open.
Rolling breeze.
Trees.
Everything.

Circular spinning
Collapsing
In
On
Itself.

And everything else
All at once.

The way it always was.
Spin it back.
Around.
Inside
and
Out.

7/21/2015
Riley Welch

Different Keys

Music is a chemical
reaction.
That always shocked me.
So much variety.

But still
so much common ground.
Between people and
the notes
that cross themselves
one after another
on the
staff
Do I even remember
How to make music anymore
Who can remember?

Is it like riding a bike,
where I'll never forget
Or will
it all
have to be
relearned?

7/20/2015

New

And blue grass
played in the back
of the hyper
cleaned
apartment.

And all I could see
was the raindrops
falling
one by one
in sync with
the pluck
of those thin blue strings.

7/18/2015
Riley Welch

OA

Have you ever outlined
your teeth
with the tip
of your tongue
and felt the beginning of
your gums.

Teeth piercing out
of soft flesh.

Like something that
wasn't supposed to happen.
But did.
One over another and another.

7/18/2015
Riley Welch

At a wrong stop.

Spark of light.
Poor knobs
and hinges.

I can't stay in the same place for too long,
I break into nostalgic cackles
they'll turn to tears.

Smiling
Why can't I regret things I can't control?

Does regret make things
harder
or
easier?

I really
           really
don't know.

7/15/2015
Riley Welch

17

I couldn't tell
If I was amazed
Or just cold.

And up crept bumps.

The length of my arm.

And the base of my neck.

Am I in wonder.

Or is the thermostat low.

Someone shock me
So I know.

7/11/2015
Riley Welch

Shout

Loud blast
Never ending sounds
beat, beat, beat.

Crawling
sprawling blue.

Such an urgency.

Are we coming to an end?
The end?

Are we just starting?
How does any of this work.

Wooden planks stacked up
Rusty nails that
somehow
hold
together.

After so much time.

How do you outlast time?
How do you outlast nature?
I think maybe I don't understand.
How falling rain drops tear apart
man made creation,

or anything else.

7/6/2015
Riley Welch