Blue

Enviable consciousness

I wished for days where I tried to be my best person

Sometimes I left behind thought I had

most of the time,

though,

I didn’t

I spent too much time searching for something to reveal itself to me.

9/9/2017

Riley Welch

7747

Sometimes when I was bored I climbed to the top third of a tree in my front yard,

I got scared climbing that high,

and knew I would be well hidden if I stayed in the center.

But something about the pride made me want to be seen.

I couldn’t find a direct link between anything else in my life and pride, but I let it rest on this regardless.

9/9/2017

Riley Welch

MM Part 3

Bubbles collected at the rim of the glass

and I watched them surge from the bottom foaming the top.

9/9/2017

Riley Welch

Happy Saturday

Happy Saturday.
I threw a birthday party last week.
I forgot the invitation list.
But not the chips and dip.
But the cake.
And the ice cream.
It was a disheartening party to say the least.

What do actual people do when they throw a party?
I've made assumptions in my life that now prove to be incorrect.
The amount of time it takes to make lists.
Perhaps, it takes others less time.

And I have an odd anxiety linked to using the internet,
because,
it feels like if it were to disappear I would lose,
plenty
plenty
plenty.

9/9/2017
Riley Welch

A short haiku

Here's a short haiku,
because I don't have much time.
I'll be better soon.

9/6/2017
Riley Welch

21 - again

21,
again. With the same
sad,
type of.


I've lost my train of thought.

9/2/2017
Riley Welch

Littlefield

I biked 26 miles summer of 2016,
mostly to prove to myself I could.
I wanted to be strong.
I wasn't sore the next day, though,
I never did it again,
but it hasn't even been a year.
So, that doesn't mean I won't.
I think 100 miles will be my next.
I'll remember sunscreen this time.
I didn't even bring anything to fix my bike if it had broken.
How risky I let myself be.
I listened to billions of podcasts.
I think I'd do any audio book next time.
Maybe my legs would ache. And be sore.
Or, perhaps they wouldn't burn the soft pink they did the last ride.
I felt truly victorious.
Maybe even safe.
Like I did the most and best I could.
If I walked my legs turned to jelly.
Could I really do 100? We'll see.

6/1/2017
Riley Welch