Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 


My brain is loud, yelling,
Sighing fire,
Letting me in on a big secret,
A secret that is also a lie.
It's called, "sleep is not a necessity"

So even as I lie in darkness
Making attempts to drift

"not needed"
"waste of time"

Tickles at half listening eardrums.
Beating the bass of my eardrum.
Rhythmic forever sounding.
You're still up, you're still up.

Real and loud.

Waiting for everyone else to get up.

Riley Welch

Pine Trees

The Better