Y-Solid

Slow riding
down a twisty turning road,
what decisions am I making?

You can only be lost for
so long before you reach a coast.

I hope.

And you don't need the
street signs.

It'll get colder
and colder
and you'll have an idea.

Of where you're headed.

8/6/2015
Riley Welch

New

My handwriting
needs to be contained
in neat ruled lines.

It cannot just dance
wherever it feels
on a blank sheet
with no boundaries.

Slowly, the letters
will grow
and grow.

And the lines will slope
and it will all slop.

8/6/2015
Riley Welch

P, P, P

I finished another notebook, this one had a grey spine. I got so caught up in writing I didn't write a poem dedicated to these past few months like I usually do. That felt a little odd, but here is the last poem I wrote in this notebook. 

Heaven,
is purple wisteria
clean fresh warm
and up forever.

On Earth they come in
shifts, but in heaven
they bloom every morning
and die every night at dawn
and come back
crisp
dewey.

Heaven is juicy ripe peaches
that don't have to soften
or ripen.

They come in overflowing
crates
and never go bad.

And the peach fuzz
tickles your
chin.

8/4/2015
Riley Welch

Here I am

Red leather
Yellow leather
Do they really
Dye leather
All these
Colors
What a tongue twister
Now I'm confused.

7/31/2015
Riley Welch

S.H.

Streaming
Streaming
Hiccups.
And lost faces
I feel like I don't know what I'm doing.
And also like I do.
Swimming
Striving
Seconds and seconds.
Somersaults are easier
When you're rolling downhill.
I've learned that
Anyway.

7/30/2015
Riley Welch

Three 3 Line Average Paced Thursday Thoughts

11:23 am
So long
But so short
A lot like your brother.

1:23 pm
My hand doesn't swim
Through air
The sun sears a hot brown.

6:37 pm
Paper pages
Like a weird feeling
In my stomach and eyes.

7/30/2015
Riley Welch

The Same Part 2

Things pile up
and things fall apart
and things cascade down
and cease to be the same.

Rolling hills
of never-minds
and other
fleeting
forgetfulness.

Pile up,
Fall apart,
Everything is just
a vague
repeating
pattern.

And maybe I hate it.

7/21/2015
Riley Welch