Speculation.

If you read too much
you fall
into circles of narration
where your life becomes
one
big
bad
non-ficiton
essay.
And you think about
all the parallels
between
your past
and present
and you speculate
on the future 'if'.
You tell yourself
stories
about things you did when you were younger
and translate it over to your
current actions.
Someone
somewhere
would eat it up,
if you would just write it down.
You.
Unraveling every present
second.
Bit by bit.
Narrating the way you towel off
after a long shower
and wrap your wet hair
into a tight bun on your head.
And you think about that phase you went through
when you were young
in 3rd or 4th grade
where you didn't bath.
Well, not totally,
you took a shower every night
and turned the hot on high
and stood in the corners
so only the heat would touch you.
And that's when you started taking scalding showers.
Now your showers are cold,
because you need to be woken up.
Or at least feel like you do,
just want to stumble out of the shower
eyes wide
and ready.
But that's how your brain
churns
now.
Now everything is broken
down
into all these past
and present
and sometimes future words.
And that's what happens
when you read too much.

8/21/2015
Riley Welch

Bloom

Days
keep on blooming
rich and red
and sometimes
so delicate
a
whisper of wind
shatters each fragile
petal
to the ground,
raining glory -
for days passage
there is no winter,
they bloom
and bloom
and
bloom.

8/22/2015
Riley Welch

Over and Over

Repetition
will
never get old.

I can't help
it.

The connotation
of a word
said
once, twice, over
and
over
and
over.

It creates familiarity.
It creates pattern.
It creates comfort.

I can't help it.

10/12/2015

Seconds and Thirds

I'm flying in and out
of other people's
groups of friends,
but where am I?
Are these my friends?
I can't tell yet,
I feel like a meteor
who flew through
a solar system
or planet's orbit.
I didn't belong in,
sorry,
you're welcome,
here I am.

8/19/2015
Riley Welch

Now

Heart races
going faster and faster
gasping for air
that just doesn't seem
to get to you.

Drowning.

Piles over piles under piles,
can't get out.
Won't get out.
Am I trying to get out?

Go for a run
like
your heart's pulse
triples
doubles
this it it.

8/19/2015
Riley Welch

Dough

I wish  could be
the type
of person
who enjoyed
washing the dishes.

Because all things
in life
spill over.

And wouldn't it be
lovely
if I loved
to clean up my messes.

And all the other
unpleasant things
we have to do.

8/19/2015
Riley Welch

Letters

I sent out
poem after poem
into the universe
the internet
spoken indirectly into
your head.
I feel like I still haven't
given
enough.
To say thank you
for learning how to write
in the first place.

8/19/2015
Riley Welch