July - August

Dear old friend,

You taught me lack of judgment -

And that wild happiness came in the form of dew drops running in silence off folded flower edges.
And you also told me about
rolling laughter,
Coming off tongues
Light easy.

Even with Hot Fog swelling against the back of your throat
As you did.
Telling you there was a lot to cry about
And less for laughter.

---

And about perfumed sprays
That clog up noses.
And how gangly fingers can remind
me of you.
Even though they didn't really matter.

Back flips and tucks.

Hard work.

---

And especially
Getting up the next day
And acting like it was all
fine.
Because the world doesn't stop
just because you do.

Thank you.

3/8/2015
Riley Welch

Not Too Badly

Falling asleep
Under starlit
Daydreams
Wash over my brain
Send me to sleep
Happiness glinting off white bright teeth.
Go.

Silk flowing finger tips
Grant something new.

2/28/2015
Riley Welch

Affected

Things are constructed of pieces section by section.
Nothing appears to us immediately.
As a whole.
Little by little.
Things that at first were nothing.
Will then turn into master pieces.
Our minds couldn't have been capable of processing the first blocks.
But as a whole it comes together in perfect harmony.
Confusion rebooted.
Crystal clear.
Like words straight lines when you see through that lens.

2/28/2015
Riley Welch

Favorite Fridays

This week's post is four in a series of seven, the rest of which can be seen in the last few weeks of Favorite Friday posts.

The author has asked to remain anonymous. 

Thursday came in an environment charged with tension and animosity. You and Thursday were friends and bonded over hatred of another. Thursday always said hi to you and always hugged you at parties. Thursday looked like he had soft hair and pretended he was a good person. He kissed you and everything was right with the world. He was flirty and sexy and knew just what to say. You stargazed on the lawn and that night the heavens opened up and the starts were shining just for you. He made sure you were safe and left you craving more.  But then Tuesday talked to Thursday and ruined and chance you had. The infatuation with Thursday ended at a Christmas party when you broke another’s heart and simultaneously realized you still had feelings for Tuesday. Thursday taught you that drunken lust and feelings are not the same thing, a lesson you should have learned a while ago. 

Warm Earth

The ground overturned itself
Under the force of the storm

Mixing and churning bubbly
Smelling Earthy

Letting the drops tear it apart
And mix it back together again

The pavement hissed
Cooling and unruly
Beneath the open sky

Mud and filtered water rushed in tiny streams down pathways

And any crack it could fit

Flooding ant hills
Washing wet warm worms

Spilling splashing one over another

Fresh Clean New
Sunrises first cleansing.

2/27/2015
Riley Welch

Sense

Like electrical current
Running rampant
Through plump live cells
Echoing through membranes alike
And plenty
Raining whatever
You, you.

Taking the
Hope
You have left

A shock to fresh tissue
Left a mess.

2/26/2015
Riley Welch

Boom

Sometimes my foot steps fall faster than I want them to.

And tugs at metaphorical heart strings hold too tight to let me snake out from under their grip.

I just don't feel depth like I did.

I'm a linear equation.

But not increasing in rate.

I'm parallel to the x-axis.

Drifting forever to the right.
The left.

Carrying heavy feet one.

Over another.

Pitter.

Patter.

Drip.

Drop.

Splat.

Riley Welch
2/26/2015