YCCLETGO

Children grow up quick
and strong.
How do you grow a flower if you don't know it's type?
My mom once told me I was a ______.
The kind that grows easy and big,
anywhere, in any soil.
I'd be okay if I was over or underwatered, even a few times.

8/1/2016
Riley Welch

W pt 2

My emotions hit like tears on paper.
It doesn't take much to start up.
A spill.
Happiness or sadness.
Or anger.
I think of how much I love.
And I cry.
i think of all these fights.
And I cry.
I think of loss and departure.
Tears, tears, tears.
Repetition is comfortable.
So I try to stay there,
to keep the tears tucked deep down.

8/1/2016
Riley Welch

O

I got a bagel the other morning,
it lacked a center,
where you could usually just look right through it.
It's not as thought it was baked like this,
but rather,
a hole was there, and, in baking it, sealed itself shut.
It felt comforting to know sometimes things grew together,
even when placed on opposites sides of a circle.

8/1/2016
Riley Welch

W

Waiting feels worse than living.
Waiting to go back home.
Waiting to come back.
Waiting to graduate.
Waiting to pay off my credit card bill.
Waiting for the weekend.
I've been warned against this before.
Wishing pieces of life away.
I know I shouldn't.
I don't want anything to feel wasted.
But my where just seems,
so,
especially,
real.

8/1/2016
Riley Welch

Squirrels

Squirrels are too smug.
I don't like them.
I think they think they're better than me.
And that makes me mad.
So I don't bury food,
off in the forest.
I've got grocery stores,
I don't need to bury any nuts...
But I bet if I had to,
I could, and then come winter,
I could find them.
Oh I bet I could find them....

7/28/2016
Riley Welch

Road Home

Every time I cry
I get a headache.
It's as though the loss of a few tears
dehydrates my body completely.

8/12/2016
Riley Welch

G&S

Sometimes I feel like I haven't written a good poem in months, but this week I finished my 10th notebook since 2014, and I think progress is as important as success. So here's another poem:






I walked out cold to my core.
Goosebumps and shivers.
Before I eat I'm always cold.
The sun wasn't as warm as I wanted and  cranked the car to 90 degrees.
My car has a temperature range of 30 degrees.
And some summer days I set it down to 60.
But today I am unquenchably cold.
90.
I was in a daze,
a haze.
The kind I only cured by inexpensive breakfast eggs.

8/12/2016
Riley Welch