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.

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.

Riley Welch

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Almost There

Weight is so
great today.
I feel heavy
confident in the
weight holding me down.

Riley Welch

Monday, February 20, 2017


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

Riley Welch

Saturday, February 18, 2017


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

Riley Welch

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

[ ]

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

Riley Welch

Monday, February 13, 2017


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.

Riley Welch

Saturday, February 11, 2017


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


Wednesday, February 8, 2017


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.

Riley Welch

Monday, February 6, 2017


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

But not like her.

Riley Welch

Saturday, February 4, 2017


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.

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.
just somehow.

You let me write through it.

I'm not sure how.
But thank you.

I am so full of gratitude.

Riley Welch