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  • Mar 7, 2016

    ringing my name
    he calls
    with a dying need
    of his own correction
    he worked under a deep demise 
    i wondered if things
    were kept
    if we were meant 
    to play in death
    and there goes a shoe
    wondering how far he’d run
    if he’d greet
    if it could meet
    from behind
    apologize for all the things
    he’d done

    underneath
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  • Mar 6, 2016

    i long
    dark corners at night
    whims in a bind
    the moon
    i dance
    how grass was viridescent
    life was shades of pink
    purples and divine
    his eyes turn
    with the glossy moon
    to pictures of you
    waves in a cry
    the rapids
    they pulled
    twist, turned
    with pages i never knew
    from matter
    contents
    to references
    we never made
    his eyes to this day
    were never quite laid

    lowered eyes
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  • Mar 4, 2016

    The irony is that my poetry is sad when I’m happy and happy when I’m sad.

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  • Mar 3, 2016

    he spoke
    with dignity beneath
    i looked
    with a tight laugh
    dark eyes
    circles beneath
    he drank to succumb
    my motions were once
    the actions in which he was
    he danced with
    a loveless love
    lights flashing
    motions tipping
    we were only
    just a tight lust
    two tongues
    high hopes
    which could never quite
    love

    lovst
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  • Mar 1, 2016

    bruised with deceit
    eyes which were once lovely
    we sit upon
    glistening atop
    i loved his ways
    light of his eyes
    his shades and truth
    things you’d imagine from blue
    but i fumble before his walls
    creating dark from light
    with love beneath my eyes
    fright in my might
    we twirled under
    creating crops in the night
    wading whys and fading highs
    our strength proved weary
    we were nothing but misery
    tiring under the horizon
    and drifting galaxies
    from orion

    between constellations
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  • Feb 28, 2016

    I believe we meet people who are incredibly right, yet wholeheartedly wrong in every aspect to our wellbeing. We see a person who stands with greatness, an aptitude for infinite possibilities, and we believe our future is with them. We lust with force, an overbearing nature, even though the nature is sincere. We find ourselves buried within them in a moment’s time, but frightened to admit it. There we are, longing for this relationship, which was built from lust instead of little things that connected us.
     
    We disregard our conscience telling us it’s wrong because our heart says it’s right. What we don’t realize is we always end up brokenhearted because we don’t see the actions that hold us. Our favorite scent soon becomes their hair, while theirs stays the same. We charge with a devotion so hardcore it turns into something we call love. But it’s not love – it’s still lust. He or she lies their hand atop of yours and suddenly it’s bliss, but not in a way of sexual desire. It’s bliss because it feels right; we sense an instant connection within each other. We gravitate towards one another on a higher plane than life itself. We don’t need objects, materialism, and people listening to our every move to show an inclination of our love. We see them as perfection and understand that everyone has flaws, but none are physical. That’s love.
      
    Nowadays people use the Internet to show gratification towards themselves. Their lust is with the Internet and towards other people’s opinions than the relationship itself. People are in love with love and in love with themselves. Not with the other person in the relationship. The Internet is narcissism at its finest, which isn’t wrong, but it isn’t right.
     
    The reason majority of this generation ends up brokenhearted is because they only understand lust. The narcissism of the Internet and the obsession with instant gratification. It comes off as a generalization, but with thought it rings true. Most are obsessed with want vs. need and fail to understand the difference between the two. We get wrapped in these thoughts of I’m in love when we’re not. We feel we need it when we only wanted it. This tendency of ours leaves us brokenhearted because we hold these warped notions of needing something we only ever wanted.
     
    We don’t need love; we don’t need anything other than ourselves. When you find yourself, you find others. You find people within you and you’ll find them on a higher plane than love itself. When you find that, you find it. There’s no mention, no want, no need. It just exists and it exists between you two because it’s deep within anything you’ve ever understood.
     
    That’s love.

    age of narcissism
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  • Feb 27, 2016

    i slip on his grasp
    from the tip of his tongue
    with words he never meant
    conversations which seemed endless
    went from weights to why
    slow dances under the starlight
    he dimmed my mind
    fed me a dark high 
    we talked of things i liked
    respect of things he loved
    i drank his belvedere
    he sipped my grigio
    as he seized my body
    with hands you couldn’t feel
    we played in brains to bodies
    yet swayed in the hometown of our lovely
    waiting for things to slow
    for feelings to burn
    the passion to linger
    from fingers to soul to ways
    i could never quite name

    mind to body
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  • Feb 26, 2016

    Some people you’re not meant to get over.

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  • Feb 25, 2016

    i float
    with a tune of you
    the sky
    how it blends
    made you
    you
    the warm air
    salt in your hair
    it was just the breeze
    the blow of your door
    a simple tease
    a handsome grasp
    a loving knee
    which pulls you
    from the floor

    between desert breeze
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  • Feb 24, 2016

    we blurred
    with the ocean
    a river tide
    i never knew
    we sung with fire
    held our hearts
    from a deathly demise
    i knew our lust
    which held with rust
    a two tone love
    with blues
    which couldn’t seem
    to follow red

    red
    words by dominic riccitello
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