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

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

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

W.R.

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

1/14/2017
Riley Welch

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

[ ]

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

12/27/2016
Riley Welch

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

Fabric

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

12/27/2016

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

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

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

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