Poem 1

Hello sweet lines.
Will you keep me stable?
Honest?
I can only hope.

8/11/2016
Riley Welch

8/10

A tarp hung over the unfinished construction work
and the wind from the storm rippled it slightly
a hole was torn down the center,
which probably defeated the purpose of having a tarp at all.
The sky was grey and stormy
like I wished it to be
but now I felt I should have taken it back.
It felt hard to be sad when the sun was out,
though as the rain drizzled and my headphones hummed
my eyes welled up in an uncontrollable way.

8/10/2016
Riley Welch

Ghosts

I got a shiver down my spine,
to my toes.
I felt like I was going to end.
To explode.
To spontaneously combust.
The wind blew, and I felt your hand on my shoulder
and knew you were there with me.

7/28/2016
Riley Welch

Names

I'm trying to name poems as I write them.
So I won't be forced to come back
and do it afterwards.
In the moment,
feels more easy and freeing.
I don't mean to doubt my voice.
But sometimes it happens.
I must unteach myself all these things.

7/28/2016
Riley Welch

L

It felt like bubbling soda trapped in my gut.
Over and on itself.
Like gently kneaded dough.
Not too chewy or tough,
but just, just right.

7/28/2016
Riley Welch

Above or Below

Morning, unsmiling and soft. 

Like an old flannel blanket, pulled into air. 

Undecided on temperature. 

The heat could skyrocket, 

in which case, 

all that mist would slowly clear

and the day would become hot. 

Or, the clouds would roll in

and the temperature would drop 

and eventually, rain would fall. 

And then the day would stay cold and wet.

7/25/2016

Riley Welch

Glass

Worry
on the edge of good.
On the edge of sanity,
As usual.
My words don't dance and neither do I.
Rage puddles under me.
Why is there such inequality
in power.
After all this time.

7/21/2016
Riley Welch