Saturday, November 26, 2016

One more break

As finals approach, I once again find myself too busy to write. I hate being in this spot. I'm going to take a week or so and then winter break will be in full swing and my writing, hopefully, will be too. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

A Haiku

This is a haiku
I don't think I'm good at them.
Or don't understand.

Riley Welch

Monday, November 21, 2016


Even with this level of production I fear I’m becoming stagnant. 
I want to keep up my practice, but I feel like I need guidance. 
I want to be better and I want to keep working, 
but I don’t want to burn out by doing the exact same routine for 3 years.

Riley Welch

Saturday, November 19, 2016


Racing water
trickling beauty.

He had asked her about it once
but that was in another life
when they were both different people
in a flash he could see stampeding footprints
this is what want felt like
this is what disappearing felt like
this is what once and twice over worlds felt like

Riley Welch

Wednesday, November 16, 2016


I'm sure I've got a poem with this title already.

Or a couple lines that I thought about writing.

What about the west has become so wild?

Or is it not wild anymore.

I can't keep track of what is associated with which direction anymore.

I just thought it sounded like a nice name for a poem.

I don't know.

I guess I shouldn't write poems based off just the title anymore.

Better to get an idea snowballing.

Remember when I would have poem ideas and write them down and turn them into something?

That seems like a crazy left behind time now.

Oh well.

Riley Welch

Monday, November 14, 2016

2 Weeks

I wanted half a month.
since I caught up I figured
this is surely no big deal
maybe it was
I've been so tired lately
words come into my head
and I cannot bear to ink them on paper.
It feels like when I was a kid
and described everything
long and lengthy
in my head.
No pencils at all.

Riley Welch

Saturday, November 12, 2016


I feel an odd sense of defeat at admitting time from writing needs to be taken. Maybe it doesn't and I should instead write through the mad and through all that sounds like everything else.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, November 9, 2016


I'm feeing pretty mad
for a dull Monday morning.

I'm mad there's only four weeks left in the semester.
And I'm mad I didn't take more classes.
And I'm mad my boyfriend lives in a different state.
And I'm mad this is the first time I've written in a month.
And I'm mad I've been building up scripts in my head,
when I promised myself I would put them on paper.
And I'm mad the poems I queued on my blog ran out because now I have to write more.
And I'm mad that I'm mad about writing,
because this is what I do and who I am.
And I'm mad my room got messy,
and that I ran out of safety pins to hold my socks together.
And that I have such weird particularities about rooms and socks to begin with.
And I'm mad I can't text about myself.
And I'm mad at the US.
And I guess at the entirety of people.
And I wish schools taught empathy along with money management.
And I'm mad salicylic acid has become an addiction for my skin.
And I'm mad that writing this poem is making me mad.
And I'm mad I'm neglecting my friend edits.
And maybe I'm mad at myself.
Or everyone else.

I can't tell.

Riley Welch

Monday, November 7, 2016


Can't get away
know I can't
but god,
oh man,
I'm too jazzed.
[How long is a three week period anyway?]
Not too long.
Test, test, test, pause.
One more.
Standards higher than ever
and being met.

Riley Welch

Saturday, November 5, 2016


I think about overlap a lot.
It makes things easier.
Less brain space.
I guess in some cases
it could be harder.
But it seems like,
in my life,
means multi-task
means two at once.
and in this case,
Just maybe,
time is precious,
So I need
I can get.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

R (red)

Arctic mumbo jumbo
blood rising
and pumping.
OH! I'm so angry.
At everything.
but right now, at this.
Red and blurred.
Lined up tight.
Everything seems so pointless.
It stops.

Riley Welch