Sudden Fires

Running against water color sunrises
Had always been what he was best at
But this orange and red fury
Went up violently,
And quick

He hadn't seen it coming
And at his food that morning
Just as slow as always
Enjoying every second before the hunt
Spoon reflecting nights sparkling stars
Before white light lit it up

The stars stayed there
But their light was no longer unmatched

And while small drips of oatmeal
Ran down his bowl
He saw the break of dawn

Heart rate rapid
This is too soon
Too unexpected

The seasons hadn't changed yet
And the clocks hadn't been set back
Or forward
Not here
Not yet

But here was morning, uninvited.
Too soon.

And while he had always been best
At the chase

He had to relearn how to survive this morning.

Riley Welch
1/22/2014

Favorite Fridays

I know its been a while since a Favorite Friday post has been made, but I am excited about what is going to happen in the upcoming weeks! Today's poem is one in a series of seven, the remaining poems will be posted in the following weeks, in order. I really love these poems, they are beautifully written and very honest. 

The author has asked to remain anonymous.

Monday came on a sunny summer morning and criticized your writing and told you that you drew mountains wrong. Monday chastised you when he flirted with you but asked about your life hopes and dreams. Monday made you think, and Monday made you confused. He told you that you had the personality of a prom queen, and laughed when you didn’t understand. He was 4 years older and mysterious and scandalous. You were young and innocent and naive; and never had your heart broken. You were scared of commitment and didn’t want to get hurt because you knew you were going to leave. Monday wanted to ask you out on a date but you indirectly told him not to. He tried to make you jealous with a green card marriage even though you pretended like you weren’t. Then you went away for two weeks and only thought about him the entire damn time. You fought his crooked smile and his exasperated laugh. He left without saying goodbye and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for feeling like a part of you was ripped from your bones, because you swore you would never be dependent. He was the type of boy who taught you to make milkshakes but then left his sweatshirt in your best friends car when you went to New Mexico.  You missed your chance with Monday, but he sure as hell taught you something. Monday taught you that to take every chance you get, and that in the end the pretty girls win. 

More White Noise

The reasons I write vary
Depending on day, topic, and state of mind

But all in all
When an idea rushes in
It's the pending need to empty my mind

Like the world becomes white noise
And it is all white noise I don't care about

Because in that moment I am only here to put ink to paper
To napkin
To surface

And the rest of everyone can keep on
Keeping on

And I'll rejoin you soon
When my head is empty and my page is full

My favorite type of transfer there is.

Riley Welch
1/14/2015

Drops

One Two Three
Swift running waterfalls
Perfection pinpointed
Cool, clear
Washing

Over Pebbles
Dampening
Darkening

Rocks and stones
To a flush deep grey

Trickling over tops

And filling ponds up

Refreshed.

Riley Welch
2/11/2015

Five Fast Five Line Friday Thoughts

1)
Babies are real cute
If they had super suits
They could
More or less
Care for themselves

2)
Excel is easy
Anyone who disagrees
Doesn't know the short cuts
So for that
I am sorry

3)
Sweet notes
Sweet drinks
Bright orange
Is the only way
To share love

4)
Lab always smells the same
And the printer
Only works
If you will it to
With your brain

5)
It's hot in the sun
but cold in the shade
It's February
I just want
One more cold day

Riley Welch
2/13/2015

Red Prints

So my cold was actually the flu, but now I'm much better and have updated poetry! 

Today is a numb day

The sky finally cleared up

But my head hangs heavy

Full of thoughts

And today they are dense

And they are not stopping

And fighting through thick fog

And never this hard

So today is a numb day

And tomorrow might be light 

And thoughtless

But today is not. 

1/18/2015

Riley Welch

I seem to have caught a fairly bad cold and will unfortunately be stopping posting until I'm feeling a bit better. Hopefully just this week!

Thanks!
Riley