Wished

My eyelids can barely stay open.
I blame myself for this, though.
I really -
well.
Maybe not everything has to go onto paper.
No matter it's relief.

3/28/2017
Riley Welch

Curious

I need to get more ambitious.
Like the plateau of weight loss
I wonder what will come of me writing three poems a week
over and over and over,
until it becomes second nature.
Will my learning reach a halt?
How do I push myself further,
and continue supporting my other aspects of life.
I have this worry,
that by furthering some parts of my life,
I'm pushing myself back in others.
It's as though I can't decide where I want to go and what I want to be.
I'm just doing my best.
Writing three poems a week.

3/26/2017
Riley Welch

Peak

Days turned into weeks
the way they do.
I didn't miss them,
but I felt the same way I do at the end of each day.
As the sun turns gold and sends shadows across my room.
A bit sad that there is ending, because no one likes an end,
but mixed with happiness
for the night that lies ahead.
And the fresh morning even farther,
before the sun, once more, sets.

3/22/2017
Riley Welch

1302

The doves had returned above my house,
constantly cooing.

"I hear you, I hear you!"

I try to relay.

But it continues until I am driven mad by the repeating.
Repeating.
Repeating.

Just please, don't shit on my car today.

3/17/2017

17

This is a haiku.
It is not a good haiku.
But I am sleepy.

3/20/2017
Riley Welch

Underneath

Creep crawling sudden stares
wrapped up like linen, I don't think I care.
Wooden boards hang down,
so low,
high up?
I'm watching out.

3/17/2017
Riley Welch

New

Something felt wrong or missed
so my stomach dropped.
As it always does.
Thank god it doesn't literally,
it would touch my toes by now.
Dropping out the bottom and running along.
So sweet and sad.

3/12/2017
Riley Welch