Masochists hold on to broken people. Artists hold on to broken memories.
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have you ever felt
sorrow beneath your feet
shadows in the night
which make your knees shiver and scream
i took his truths to be what they were
a brokenhearted man who stood at the door
have you ever adored a whore
a man who creeks the night with a devilish smile
and words which quake your core
but strike your bones
splitting your mind in a deep desire
i take you to be whom you were
a myth of a man
a lie i kept tight
to dance with an aura or dance with fire
i took his hand knowing
a pyro could set you on fire
but gentleman are far from something to acquire
our eyes shake the night with hands held tight
mr. right is mr. wrong
and we knew with every sense of our fiber
to talk of past tense or talk of present
the past makes us present
here’s the draft
i wrote at dinner -
i follow the grooves of his body
hollow of his chest
where his heart used to reminisce
we exist on our planes
at a difference pace than what was to be
we became to transcend
but ended in pure hell
to overextend but to touch ourselves
i said to him
you walk before the night
with shadows ever tight
a grip with a stance
a hidden man
who sees what’s in front
rather than within
it takes two to become
but it takes one to walk
i held his hand
but he held his grip
it takes two to become
a man to realize
broken hidden cries
in the eyes of what’s standing
in front of himwe won’t talk about it
words by dominic riccitello -
Broken boys are dangerous, but broken men are lovely.
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no words i say
can break the seal
i longed to be with you
in the steam of our sorrow
horror of our echoes
i divide our love
to give you dreams
sleep to let you breathe
we lust in our lies
you’re screaming why
i hold your voice
in the grip of my being
i tango in your sheets
wondering where you are
wandering far
from where we started
where the darkness
used to consume my hurt
for things which stung
people who i no longer name
shadows in the night
a man who steals your heart
gives you wine
slits your achilles
as you run for theerunning without your achilles
words by dominic riccitello -
he tastes your limbs
sweat of your eyes
eats the love you once gave
to twirl into eternity
a lossless bridge you used to grace
flowers spin to their bed
ashes burn
how it feels like hell
have you ever lied in blood?
have you ever cried in the arms of someone you used to love?
we fall with hands tied
grip like black ice
to dazzle with thorns
slice with fingertips
the devil dangles hearts
but he dangled something elsewe fall with hands tied
words by dominic riccitello -
his eyes were the color of my eve
words you could taste
a scent so heavenly
i dance with his voice
to fall in love with his hair
have you ever met a man
who made you question thin air -
Not every relationship is meant to last. Some are there to create an impact on your life. Relationships that last three months are just as important as ones that last a lifetime.
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We love certain people until death. We love others until we don’t. And sometimes we never fell in love in the first place. Falling in love isn’t necessary. Building character, life experience, development, and self-love: those are important. People get lost in the idea of affection for another person that they completely disregard themselves. That’s dangerous. Life isn’t about building something with someone. Life is about building something for yourself, but if someone comes along and they align, you share it with them.
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we break into pieces
of a solemn tranquility
to lie in the waves
of our essence
i held in arms
we gravitate
towards planes which
levitate our emotions
i feel your human
to the soul of what’s here
we vacate our beings
gravitating towards our air
where things
become heavenly
we hold onto
melodies of our past
kissing ashes of people
whom no longer exist
i dismiss the idea
of us
to be us
after us
conscience leaves us here
where we were
how we were
before all of thisto be as serious as we were
words by dominic riccitello
