Too high up

The clouds filtered over the moon.
Sung songs so sweet I cried tears straight to God.
Do you hear me now?
What is left unanswered when the wind blows over and out like this?
God, the air is so cold.

2/6/2017
Riley Welch

UQT (Unworldly Things)

I think all could be solved with a shot of caffeine.

A perk.
Suppress some sleepiness.

Or other unworldly things.

2/2/2017
Riley Welch

Almost There

Weight is so
so
great today.
I feel heavy
but
no
confident in the
weight holding me down.

2/2/2017
Riley Welch

W.R.

Reckless
Wreckless?
Red curve
curls slopping.
I cannot lose
anything I've created.
I hope.

1/14/2017
Riley Welch

2:34

My hands aren't even
and I feel like
there's an art
piece
in all my outstretched
fingertips.
Listen to me.

1/14/2017
Riley Welch

[ ]

My attention span has
begun to affect all
corners of my tiny, tiny
life.

12/27/2016
Riley Welch

1

Sometimes when I can’t sleep I write aimless poetry

afterwards I’m always exhausted

I think words back up inside me and my brain can’t turn off until they’re gone

I think it’s a blessing

it could be a curse

it’s probably only worth while if what I’m writing is something people want

but it’s what I want

so there’s that

sometimes I think about my voice

about how I come across in every poem I’ve written

I think maybe I can keep it

I think maybe I won’t have to change it to something different

maybe if I send my work out to enough people

someone eventually will take it and decide it’s good enough

I’m not against editing

or corrections

or anything like that

but I don’t want to alter what I am and who I am

so that I have pretty metaphors

illustrating the way your body is a comet

instead of the comet’s actually circling outside your window

I just want to feel like I have something

deep down inside me that’s worth something and does something

instead of this inescapable vomit that I can’t stop from coming up

even if it’s no good at all.

2/7/2017

Riley Welch