I was innocent until it was pulled from beneath my feet and then I realized how good it felt to be bad.
November 2014
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Read more: a lily pad
shadows before dark
the meadow in the eve
a glazed moon
intertwined with a tune before midnight
how the frogs sing from afar
for the taint of your heartthe tune, the blues
the croak with edge
i wade through ponds
a top a lily
ravaging a song
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We were in love, or, well, I was in love. A one-sided love, but honey, it didn’t matter because for the first time I felt something other than my own ego. I felt the hands of another, the grooves of their skin, their scent, their force and sadly, their own ego.
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You didn’t realize, but I won.
I touched, I gained, I felt and I appreciated what most people take for granted.
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Read more: lust
our shoes were dirty
of a love that was mere putty
stuck between ticks and tacks
as we bathed in the sunsetan impulse through veins
streets, lights and out of your eyes
a brief moment where reality
seemed like actuality rather than
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I’ve spent all of my life in front of a computer screen and the only thing I’ve come to realize is that I become nostalgic for people I don’t even know.
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There she went, right back again.
six word story
words by dominic riccitello -
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You were quite lovely, but I mixed lovely with homely because I was young and naive. So plain and simple, yet pleasant and handsome. You felt like home, but that’s where I went wrong.
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I pop,
I break,
I love and I crave,
but when push comes to shove,
we’re done.
