you stood in the doorway
half in shadow
half in leaving
i tried to hold the moment
but time is never kind to hands
that hesitate
by the time i found the words
time was already fleeting
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Somewhere between the pause in your breath and the length between our fingers, I almost asked you to stay.
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I love running through rain because it reminds me of how I felt with you.
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to walk the edge
i call to name
three beats too hard
they say if you go back
there’s no one to go back to
i frolic in this motion
in a sense of chaos
we create in time
which is left motionlessit’s beyond you and i
belonging to fine light
darkness in shadows
cling to memories
like emotion in longingyou break to feign
create mishap in memory
childhood bliss only takes from what you give
you make motion in ever
music which belongs to feet
dancing in tune in a backseat you once knewthe distance, it pleads
does anyone ever know
where you go when you go
mirrors crack and the pieces leave
a type of shard you almost needwhen you long to be
please create this motion in memory
to be ten in forty
some would die to be thirty
yet when you fall back to
there’s no one there beyond the longing
a time within desire and bliss
stolen bits
a clock which is stuck in thiswe stand forth for
breaking down walls
but letting bricks expose themselves
time once moves
but it stops before you transcend tomake movement in reverie
but let the moment exist outside of
when the days pass
there’s nothing to go back to
you create happiness in the moment
dance with a beat to create each day
worth more than the previousnothing to go back to
words by dominic riccitello -
to lie at edge
to find time between breathing
i frolic from side to side
feel avant-garde at the guard’s rails
wondering from street light to homicide
dark on my right
nights in technicolor
to wander from left to right to left
to be in question of desire i said
to be a broken man
we twist in ages
in ways wires can’t mend
i question sanity in our firetwo and a beat
words
you threw at ceilings
fences in tango
between birthright and center-right
two understand the meaning
beautiful things occasionally
never mean anything
our iron never meant
hands could never bend
through fences with holes too tight to dance
your eyes and mine
three glasses
one at ten and two at two
it was always you
dreams in density
vibrance, temptations
screams in ambient nights
eleven only means what you believe it does
words take meaning when you see
how far i can fade into you
in your dark white shirt
three feet aheadto ricochet
is to be the warmth
two and a beat
i told you
there was meaning
wet lips of your neck
beautiful things never saidfrom time to time
words by dominic riccitello -
We weigh in moments, temporary possibilities. I waiver in desire to feel sensation of a fleeting question. We form meaning in moments, brief starvation of our minds. You either understand possibilities or you question them.
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your teeth upon mine
mind beneath the twilight
the grip of a light tight
to be yours from moonlight till sunrise
your arms, the warm
it’ll always be
my heart, your door
the stairs to yours
i can still feel echoes
bright lights of twilight
idealistic fixations
a broken homicide of his mind
we range to decipher
romance between despair and desire
it was always your name
the scent in the eve
memories of spinning
moments turned broken
dishes in the sink
tuesday morning was the brink
two devils and a street
hope is always a beautiful thing
thoughts from a tiny couch
in longing memory
i always found you there
down by the street
where i met you in the summer of the snake
on a street called venice waythe light was too dull
words by dominic riccitello -
have you ever felt a moment for more than it was
dangling in truth before it’s gone
wading in a rapid before it pulls too hardi used to touch lips to feel the depth of others
to taste the skin of the sweat which lead to others
i dangle in thought from a rope i hold
with legs crossed and a neck far too longthe ground pulses from barren tips
somewhat like the feeling of this
temptation builds to bring forth sin
the taste of more
a taste of youand the navy blue hue of the
mountains in the distance
which remind me of songs in motions
moments in rotation
in the back of my mind
like spinning wheels
previews of memories which burn
like slow moving moments
twined in the back of–some things are better left unfinished
words by dominic riccitello -
the power
it drips
a melancholy twist
i feel so heavenly
in a place
where
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Like the ocean, we move. We do not stand still. Every moment is a tide in which we frolic. I stand before time, not to wonder but to wander.
