Monday, August 21, 2017

CLM 2

The sky was grey and I lost myself at a stoplight.
The car in front of me had mesmerizing brake lights.
I was glad the sky was the same color as me.
Until I peaked over the rim of my sunglasses, and realized it shone a bright blue,
and I had been deceived.
Left to wallow, knowing it was not like me.

4/26/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Green

Been awake so long, 
but my brain never clicks off.
Only keeps going. 

4/21/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Main Room

I let salt water hush me to sleep.
Although, actually,
it was just chlorine.
I slept in the same room a ghost made its home.
She tapped me on the shoulder
and told me it was morning while I sang her lullaby to babies.

5/27/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, August 14, 2017

Two Highways Intersect

The echoes made Jacob feel lonely once again,
from the edges of the cliff he asked for forgiveness,
in the kind of methodical, practical way people do when they feel regret.
Sitting alone, pleading back and forth to yourself, maybe god.
He wasn't sure if the feeling left him when he decided he deserved his guilt
or when he saw a sign that sealed his fate.
Like a bird taking flight, or a wilted flower.


8/14/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, August 12, 2017

This hiatus lasted longer than expected, but I was tired and the rest felt good. Without the pressure the write three poems a week, I found myself wanting to write more than I have in the past few months. Here's a short haiku, and Monday I will resume normal posting - one original poem on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. 


I guess I felt a bit lost
or maybe confused
but, oh, it feels much better.

8/1/2017
Riley Welch

Friday, July 21, 2017

I am on vacation for a few weeks and then moving across a few states. 

Poetry will resume once my life has settled. 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Three Galaxies

I waited to long for the postman
because he lost my letter.
I forgot to stamp the corner
the second time around.
When it came back to my
I couldn't stand it
and threw it off the edge.

7/14/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

AM

Another Wednesday went by and I lost my mind
on the corner of two streets I forgot. 

I hadn't gotten enough slee in weeks, and my brain reached the edge. 

I fell asleep behind the wheel and switched in and out of traffic. 

Before I flew off the side of the road. 

Submerged in the water. 

Sinking. 

7/11/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, July 10, 2017

on whatever street

Sun sank sharp,
while the moon let out a vicious moan.

No days off. What a crappy job. 

Sometimes the sun got to hide behind clouds,
but the moon got these half-asses waxing and waning days.

Where he's still got to show up -- but only, like, a little bit.

Where's the fairness in that?

You know how hard it is to make other plans when you still have to show up a little bit?

Every now and then he'll get lucky.
And the night will go pitch black.
But then he'll get feedback of how "unsafe" it is and how "dangerous" driving becomes.
Perfect service 360 nights of a year, and still only a 2.5/5 on yelp.

At least in the summer. The nights were short.

7/7/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, July 8, 2017

1911

green eyed sparkle
green eyed demons
stopped writing
started typing
bags grew
until faces shrunk
gold and purple
used to be royal
what happened
nothing remember
leaves were large
the sun was small
the demons danced,
like they do
never seen one walk

have you?

Riley Welch
7/7/2017

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

NorthEast

I found a baby somewhere deep in the woods.
Hidden in the crannies of a tree while my brain slept.
Everything shut off except the sun rising through the trunks.
I saw it and tried to run.
I knew I couldn't close my eyes,
because I let the words back up inside me for too long.
Pen to paper.
Paper to pencil.
Where are the notes in the margins of my books?
I lost them.
But I don't think I've lost it.
How do I make time for the important things....
I found a baby somewhere deep in the woods and cried to forget him.
I felt I couldn't remember how ink spread anymore.
What's gone is gone anyway.

7/4/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, July 3, 2017

HR

Heart racing. 
Ankle swelling. 
Mind beating. 
Seeing cloth. 
Patterned ripped. 


Oh. I have such doubts. 

Riley Welch 
7/3/207

Saturday, July 1, 2017

X

I don't have time for anything. 
I am falling asleep. 
I miss soft pillows.  
And blankets that way me down. 

7/1/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

328

The week came a day too late,
with empty bubbling in the pit of my stomach.
Although, I began to think the bubbling actually came from the tips of my toes,
and all I felt was it slowly working it's way up.
I didn't think there was a way to avoid it.
This feeling.
Thoughts clouded my more important thoughts,
my mind was busy and tangled up.
In:
lists,
lists,
lists,
In one month I may be settled then.

Riley Welch
6/27/2017

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Written Down

Scrawled in the corner of my notebook,
there left a date I had seemed to forget.
I wrote it there for it's memory.
But now, can't find it.
No where, anywhere.

I'm sorry to this day, where I was in a frozen moment of time.

That I cannot, cannot, cannot recall.

Riley Welch
6/24/2017

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Fresh Red.

Stomach turned into battery acid.
I melted metal in it's pit.
Hissed and spit.
Maybe others sang.
Moved like a robot.
Like an animal.
Like the devil.
Hit a pitch so high only dogs heard it.
Howled back that they didn't know what I meant.
Can you repeat it?
One more time maybe?
Got lost in the woods or a jungle or a forest.
But it wasn't very wet.
Feet got stuck in quicksand.
Rolled over on my belly.
Beetles walked out over it.
Hovering on top without sinking in.
They said it was their feet.
Spread like plates or leaves.
Held them up on top.
Wrote eight bars of music, only knew 4/4.
Easiest thing to rhyme to, rhyme in, write on.
Easy quarter notes kept my honest.
Everyone else in the bar lied.
Drained clear cups.
Everything smelled like limes.

And when I woke up, my stomach settled.

6/18/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, June 19, 2017

Old Tile

The slanting wall turned from blue to gray as the sun hit it lower and lower.
I felt sweat drip off the tip of my nose.
And water fell in circles like rituals around me.
Legs bent ready to,
hit the pavement.
Water smacking,
dropping,
dripping,
I slid my feet back.
Knowing I would lose teeth if they skidded.
Smack right through the front one.
White a bold no more.

Riley Welch
6/18/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Split Checks

And someone preached to me in the backyard.
I surely could not stand it.
The splintering cadence of his voice echoed
almost comfortably with my annoyance.
The grass blades outside the window
They bounced with the weight of raindrops and bending pressure of the wind.
The sky held grey all for me.
I couldn't break hypnosis with this point in time.

3/11/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, June 12, 2017

June

The clouds hung so, very, low
but I knew when I left for the day
they would be cleared.

That thought brought a tear to the corner of my right eye,
because this was something I could not change.

It was hit and sticky. And my only protectors, were the low hung clouds.


6/12/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, June 10, 2017

not well

This is not a good
Haiku. But it's the best I
Could seem to  do now.

6/7/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

With

With.
Lazy.
Working hard to write with emotion.
Lazy.
Or working hard to be an emotional writer.
I work on telling,
though I sometimes ponder this advice.
And how to do it.
My computer shown red, light coming through a large umbrella over head.
Keeping the hot sun off my part.
Avoiding a sunburnt scalp.
Thinking on it, that would also shine red.
Curious.

6/6/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, June 5, 2017

Not a Saturday

Everything added up felt so reflective.
He was just a small dog.
He didn't know how big the world was.
All the roads looked the same.
Everything with four legs was just another him.
Everything with two was just another Mary.
Trying to imagine the world with his small truth.
Was just too much.
It could not be done.

6/4/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Food

Wind echoed around me in a way I had forgot about.
There were no free seconds anymore.
A certain disappointment made its way from the coffee I drank to the depths of my stomach.
And the tartness of a blueberry gave me cross crossed goosebumps.
I missed all the days I thought about this more.
Or thought about anything more, really.

5/2/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

WW

I lost my thoughts down a wishing well
and didn't how to get them back.
The bucket's string was worn to thin,
and when I sent it down,
it never came back.

I went mad pacing around a garden.
All I could do
was wish for them to come back.

5/31/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, May 29, 2017

Coffee Shop Car Wreck

Coffee shopping
parking lot
wreck.
Woops.

Oh, I backed right into you there, didn't I.
My mistake.

Do you have your license? Insurance?
You scuffed me there.

Yes, but it's just a scuff, do you really need my information?

Yeah, ya know. I think I do. Who are you anyway? Thinking you can get off here?

I don't think I can get out of here, I'm just saying, if you had knocked a stone off a ledge or something, it would have had the same effect.

Okay dude, but I didn't hit a f____ stone off a well trimmed garden's edge. Are you for real?

Woah, wow, no need to get so aggressive. What is up here?

God, for REAL. You are a piece dude. A piece.

3/8/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, May 27, 2017

TME

We circled the block
over and over again.
I felt like
My phone floated over my fingers and slipped away.
I saw lights on in the doorway, but no one was there.
To me it felt hopeless, I couldn't face them,
or anyone else.
The coffee didn't perk me up and
I drowned in shower under the weight of the air.

3/3/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Brownie

I had a dream about everyone in the world.
That everyone reborn is just everyone else.
And I felt overwhelmingly lonely.
The thought of being surrounded
by so many, but really,
just me
is too alone for me to handle.

3/3/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, May 22, 2017

12

I guess writing,
well.
Everyone seems to.
I wonder who listens to these thoughts I leave.
Especially when they have no direction.

2/27/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, May 20, 2017

6 Pills

I hate that best
and chest rhyme.
I always want to find the cliche in it.

Maybe.

I wish you the best, with a pain in my chest.
Don't walk away now, no I can't see you frown.

Gagged. Saliva.

No, really, I just can't listen to that.

Too dramatic?

I don't know.

5/4/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

I'm currently in the last week of my undergraduate degree. I've also been thrown off with a nasty case of contact dermatitis. Between this, and finals rapidly approaching, I will be postponing posts for the next two weeks. 

Expect to hear from me May 20th, (the day of my graduation (!!!), when I will resume my regular posting schedule. 

For anyone who's missed it in the past, this will mean Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, as I've been doing for the last three years. 

Room 200

I knew what was coming,
I predicted it in a dream,
where the ceiling shattered,
and crystals fell around me.

5/3/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, May 1, 2017

Zombies

I had a nightmare about zombies,
and all my friends had turned,
and I was alone,
and pretty scared,

and then I got up early,
because as soon as my eyes opened,
and realized it was fake,
there was no way I would close my eyes again.

1/5/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, April 29, 2017

ZZZ

Slept too long
day drawn on
brain melting
or frozen in time. 

Slept too long
hours tick off
one at a time
I couldn't think of a rhyme. 

Slept too long
made mistakes but now they're gone
said goodbye, 
but I was wrong. 

Where's tonight? 

4/28/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

All Across a Campus

I liked the days best
when the clouds hung low
touching the top branches of the trees.
I pictured the dew,
start there, and then move down the trunk
hopping leaf to leaf
slowing sprinkling the grass
when it reached it
below.
The sun filtered through
soft and light
all at the same time.
The air was heavy,
padded with water drops I though I'd missed.
It was my favorite kind of morning.

4/25/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, April 24, 2017

Too Tall

A wave
came over me
like it always does
and I tried to shake it off
but I felt this pull,
so.

4/20/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, April 22, 2017

3100

The font flowed
wellllll
I kept thinking of weird repeats. 
Bloody, maybe. 
Everything felt hard lately. 
Not difficult. 
But this a certain toughness. 
I couldn't chew threw and regretted that. 

4/21/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

R.O.N.

I could feel my cheeks split open
blood poured into my mouth
and
I thought it would be warm
but it felt cold.
I spit up mouthful after
mouthful of crude red
mixed with saliva,
it didn't turn pink, pooled in
my cheeks, holding it like
nuts for the winter.
My teeth gleamed so white
in the contrast.
My gums acting as grey
space
between the red and white.
I didn't know I had it in me.
Cheeks suck in like dimples,
popped like biting into a grape.

4/18/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, April 17, 2017

Empty

I coughed up everything I'd forgotten about.
I remembered them when my throat itched the next day,
vomited up what I felt I could muster.
Cold like the day before.
Ice from my center
that my stomach couldn't warm.
The bite of acid wasn't there
and snow fell from my mouth,
crystallized individuality in each flake.
Jaw clenched, tension, and locked.
I forgot to hold my tongue
and swallowed it down
choking as it went.

4/17/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, April 15, 2017

5

Getting harder and harder to be on time.
I need a lazy productive morning.
Things can be both, you know.

Or at least.
I can try.

4/12/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

3 3 Line Friday Thoughts

Too much caffeine was a bad idea
and I knew it
but I really, really couldn't stop.

Here I'm shaking
nodding really subtle
but I know it's not.

Hot walks
this sweater is too thin
but it's shape is so lovely.

3/10/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, April 10, 2017

Later

So it's late on a Monday.

Later than usual.

The sound of the wind lacks the comfort it has when I am not scurrying across keyboards to finish my work.

I feel a sharp pinch of loss,
I felt it more strongly when the sun set.

I miss the light that I know will come back tomorrow.

I think I loved you.

I cannot wait.

4/10/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, April 8, 2017

2:25 PM

The walls are made of salt.
And the ground was salt.
And the ceiling was salt.
And the air was wet.
And all the linings of your body.
Leaked water.
Because of osmosis.
Sucking it outward.
How long can you hold your breath?
Would it even make a difference if you could?
Is it blood, life, Earth?
Could you drown your body in water?

4/5/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Wandering

Surely I've posted
about the way words wound before.
I'm mesmerized at how you learn words.
Follow letters.
How do you picture letters and words.
I don't know.
I wish I did.

4/5/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, April 3, 2017

NP

The color teal pressed itself into my eyelids and I saw a firework sprawl.
Explode behind what was left.
I pictured giggling women.
Beach frolicking.
Filling dark bathtubs
in awe.
Surprised by the way corsets laced up
and left intricate marks
on the ones I've loved.
My entrancement is like worship
until I've run out of water.
Oh. Please.

4/2/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, April 1, 2017

5

Wishing well lost my coins
I feel like I'm out of luck
I wonder if they'll drown
or
just sink.

4/29/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Wished

My eyelids can barely stay open.
I blame myself for this, though.
I really -
well.
Maybe not everything has to go onto paper.
No matter it's relief.

3/28/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, March 27, 2017

Curious

I need to get more ambitious.
Like the plateau of weight loss
I wonder what will come of me writing three poems a week
over and over and over,
until it becomes second nature.
Will my learning reach a halt?
How do I push myself further,
and continue supporting my other aspects of life.
I have this worry,
that by furthering some parts of my life,
I'm pushing myself back in others.
It's as though I can't decide where I want to go and what I want to be.
I'm just doing my best.
Writing three poems a week.

3/26/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Peak

Days turned into weeks
the way they do.
I didn't miss them,
but I felt the same way I do at the end of each day.
As the sun turns gold and sends shadows across my room.
A bit sad that there is ending, because no one likes an end,
but mixed with happiness
for the night that lies ahead.
And the fresh morning even farther,
before the sun, once more, sets.

3/22/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

1302

The doves had returned above my house,
constantly cooing.

"I hear you, I hear you!"

I try to relay.

But it continues until I am driven mad by the repeating.
Repeating.
Repeating.

Just please, don't shit on my car today.

3/17/2017

Monday, March 20, 2017

17

This is a haiku.
It is not a good haiku.
But I am sleepy.

3/20/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Underneath

Creep crawling sudden stares
wrapped up like linen, I don't think I care.
Wooden boards hang down,
so low,
high up?
I'm watching out.

3/17/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

New

Something felt wrong or missed
so my stomach dropped.
As it always does.
Thank god it doesn't literally,
it would touch my toes by now.
Dropping out the bottom and running along.
So sweet and sad.

3/12/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, March 13, 2017

Free

Sing song,
lyrics so loud,
I lost myself
in the clouds
your arms
felt strong
It felt
at least
like something,
with more gravity.

No, no.
That's not the correct word.

I think I've lost it.
I felt the mist spray,
or I heard it.
Well,
Now I can't remember.
Maybe it was something else.

The espresso machine pressing grounds?
Why can't I recall.

I feel like I love you,
so does that mean I do?
I hope so.
So easy.
In a good way.
For, really, anything.

2/27/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, March 11, 2017

301

Lightning struck in an 'X' like the curves of a woman's body.
Where they met,
her waist sucked in.
And in a flash the thunder called
and she was gone.

2/20/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

14

Notes for days
stress for
hour?
Maybe it's days too.
I don't know.
I wanted to write a beautiful poem.
But I could not force the words out.

2/14/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, March 6, 2017

183

I saw lights about to break at the horizon.

But cars never came over the other side.

2/14/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, March 4, 2017

2.

You should remember you are beautiful.
And even if it isn’t all there is. It’s still nice to think about it sometimes.
And that’s alright

2/7/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

LFE

Maybe you
should focus
on being sad
or being right
or being wrong
about all the chores
I've ever had.

2/7/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, February 27, 2017

Too high up

The clouds filtered over the moon.
Sung songs so sweet I cried tears straight to God.
Do you hear me now?
What is left unanswered when the wind blows over and out like this?
God, the air is so cold.

2/6/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, February 25, 2017

UQT (Unworldly Things)

I think all could be solved with a shot of caffeine.

A perk.
Suppress some sleepiness.

Or other unworldly things.

2/2/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Almost There

Weight is so
so
great today.
I feel heavy
but
no
confident in the
weight holding me down.

2/2/2017
Riley Welch

Monday, February 20, 2017

W.R.

Reckless
Wreckless?
Red curve
curls slopping.
I cannot lose
anything I've created.
I hope.

1/14/2017
Riley Welch

Saturday, February 18, 2017

2:34

My hands aren't even
and I feel like
there's an art
piece
in all my outstretched
fingertips.
Listen to me.

1/14/2017
Riley Welch

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

[ ]

My attention span has
begun to affect all
corners of my tiny, tiny
life.

12/27/2016
Riley Welch

Monday, February 13, 2017

1

Sometimes when I can’t sleep I write aimless poetry
afterwards I’m always exhausted
I think words back up inside me and my brain can’t turn off until they’re gone
I think it’s a blessing
it could be a curse
it’s probably only worth while if what I’m writing is something people want
but it’s what I want
so there’s that
sometimes I think about my voice
about how I come across in every poem I’ve written
I think maybe I can keep it
I think maybe I won’t have to change it to something different
maybe if I send my work out to enough people
someone eventually will take it and decide it’s good enough
I’m not against editing
or corrections
or anything like that
but I don’t want to alter what I am and who I am
so that I have pretty metaphors
illustrating the way your body is a comet
instead of the comet’s actually circling outside your window
I just want to feel like I have something
deep down inside me that’s worth something and does something
instead of this inescapable vomit that I can’t stop from coming up
even if it’s no good at all.

2/7/2017
Riley Welch


Saturday, February 11, 2017

Fabric

This tiny notebook
has so many pages
I worry
I will never
fill it up.

12/27/2016

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Sunsets

Two years ago, almost
to the day I wrote out a lovely piece that captivated,
I don't know,
probably someone,
definitely me.
I haven't been able to recreate a poem in the same burst.
Oh. Oh. Oh,

I miss it.

12/27/2016
Riley Welch

Monday, February 6, 2017

Reach

Rounded out.
God I missed her.
She felt soft.
Which is a bad
metaphor.
Because they're always soft.


But not like her.

12/27/2016
Riley Welch

Saturday, February 4, 2017

CLM

All feeling.
I drove through darkness
and felt lost.
Words come to me in a quick second. but.
For reasons I cannot explain.
I let them come and leave. The pressure
of not having a job with them.
Calmed me.

12/27/2016
Riley Welch

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Wolverine Farms Collection

If you regularly read my blog (do I have regulars? That would be super cool, thanks y'all) you know when I finish a notebook I write a poem to it. They aren't particularly fancy, but they help me finalize the notebooks end. This notebook was bought in Fort Collins and took me much too long to fill up. 

So stretched out and long.
I was told it wasn't plot.
I was building character,
long and hard.

All, so, drawn, out.

I became exhausted.
And I slumped.
But
just somehow.

You let me write through it.

I'm not sure how.
But thank you.

I am so full of gratitude.

12/15/2016
Riley Welch

Monday, January 30, 2017

Circular

Comets outside my window
seem to circle and then connect.
I have hopes
to connect back at
you know
where time ends
and circle back.
I wish
in some ways
that I didn't get it
or
that I got it absolutely.
No in-betweens.

12/15/2016
Riley Welch

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Quiche

Quick little
short
now
I think
no
I don't know
sorry, don't forget me.
Or, they. Not.
Thing and slow and swirly.

There's spinach stuck between my back two teeth.

12/15/2016
Riley Welch

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Whatever

I had some idea
for a great piece of
writing
but, I lost it
or forgot it
or
whatever.

12/15/2016
Riley Welch

Monday, January 23, 2017

FHS2

A part, so centered
so well, split
torn up the valley
or down the middle.

12/15/2016
Riley Welch

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Sing-Song

How do I lay it all out.

Like lyrics on a page.

The chorus is always what catches me.

How to repeat it

over and over

in rhythm anyone could sing.

12/13/2016
Riley Welch

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Screwed Up

A scab healed over
my burned knuckle.
This brought both
relief from the tenderness
and a slight itch.
The latter was quite uncomfortable
but,
it meant that it was not infected
which I was thankful for.
It was a careless injury.
A knuckle pressed to a hot pan
a slip.
My brain couldn't react fast enough.
Too, too bad.

12/13/2016
Riley Welch

Monday, January 16, 2017

Hopeful, just yet

The 13th,
I'm thinking of it
with some fondness
the morning is fresh
so I have all the hours
to do with it
what I want.


12/13/2016
Riley Welch

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Blank

I feel much better
which might be shitty
but I don't think I care.

12/12/2016
Riley Welch

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Champion

When you move place to place
you stay light and quick
get rid of what you don't need
keep what you do.

Everything I own fits in my car.

I can sleep anywhere if I need to.

The longer you stay,
the heavier you get.
Your things sink into the ground your house grows on
and the roots lock in as deep as they can hold.

18 years seems so long to then rip the bandaid.
I have friends who have lived in the same house their whole life.

I've got a few constants.
They feel like comfort.

I can never find light switches in unfamiliar bathrooms.
I find myself zombie walking in the dark.

I wonder if some day I'll let the sand settle down into cracks.
Grow heavy, sink.

I can't imagine keeping myself in one place for more than 6 years.

But I'm sure I'll lose track of time eventually.

1/9/2017

Monday, January 9, 2017

Wow.

Wow
love bubbles
it always bubbles
I think of emotion
as a pot heats up.
I wonder what a boil over signifies.

12/12/2016
Riley Welch

Saturday, January 7, 2017

12:02 am

I decided I was done.
So I am.
Finish up.

12/11/2016
Riley Welch

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Room 1302

Motivation is easy for,
date at night
my brain is a tank
and I am an idiot

held full

submarine is a word
that makes perfect sense

I love the overlap of language.

I've got blisters and dreams

catch me, but I don't think you can.

12/11/2016
Riley Welch

Monday, January 2, 2017

Up

I'm sorry
because you're a good notebook
but I feel sort of
stuck in you

I need to write
again and again

to get over it.

Out of it

Move to
another

a new.

Something fresh and

soon.

12/10/16
Riley Welch