i dance in signs
fine lines of your eyes
the creases of your night
you laugh in tongues
i speak in holds
your dark touches my void
i feel you at ease
fingers twitching
i used to wonder
how you can sleep
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i weigh on edges, to be broken before him
we dance in chances, to be one with them
and i’m skipping from oasis to chaos
to ecstasy like fish in trapped vases
can you taste it? how it feels to be with themi lie like a thesaurus
in ways you can’t fathom
like a moth to a flame
we always seem to feel at stage
and i’m spinning in this
as if i ever knew what this isto taste your neck
the nostalgic moments i can’t seem to fix
we revel in ideas of this
and i dance around the motions of him
as it feels good to stand before them
to waver in ideas of a mere 6 hours
as if you ever knew it meant more than thisyou’re like spanish oak
the way i caressed your neck
a simple choke
do you still wonder of where i am
do you still wander of who i am
can you still taste my name
on the back of your neck
where we said so many delicacy’si often wonder what this was
if daisies could smell their own scent
we are often broken by divide
two minuscule beings
torn between two different places
twirling on wavering stagesseventeen years
words by dominic riccitello -
Your skin was poetry to me. To understand it was depth, to feel it was a heaviness. You can feel in love or fall in love, one day you will understand the difference.
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The house was burning. The kitchen was on fire. All I smelled were the coffee beans from Tuesday morning. You stand between the thought of staying and leaving because toxicity is a dangerous electricity.
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i lie in twists
between the thorns of this
we’re dancing in echoes
pretending we’re in this
and i’m lying here
wondering if i’m astray or near
if we will ever be ever clearwe stand before lines
broken by divide
i’m dancing to a song
one you used to call in night
and i’m falling between our right
to stand in daylightit seems so dark
and i say it in quotation marks
to be right here or to be right there
i lie distorted in a hotel
did you ever wonder how we got here?i’m broken by a song
one i’ve heard too many times
we’re broken by rights
skipping on crimes
stuck before sometimes and one timeis broken too far
or are we awoken by rights of our wrongs
songs from a dark lit room
hues of you forever
filled the room -
A fraction of a moment could mean anything — death, love, success. You find meaning in moments as the next moment is not yet found. When it’s found, it could be everything or nothing at all.
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Becoming older doesn’t sadden me. The never ending length between a memory does.
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i beg in rotation
to remember without question
how it felt before you
we stand at edge
screaming from our lost haven
do you feel it?
i was dancing in the garden
wondering if i had lost it
the psychosis burns
flames thrive
i love to feel a little devilish
to stand at your feet
would be to stand at hell
everything seems to be
everywhere but here
i can feel it
i can taste it
i even told you
how i embrace it
we’re dancing in echoes
in gardens of forests
i stand at your edge
looking for infidelities
everything sounds like broken poetry
your name, your voice, our vice
and i take
but not to run
words which i can throw with
your echoes still call
i feel like i can taste it all
just a touch of heaven
or is that what they call this? -
We move in moments, yet the moment doesn’t move. We move in the moment and that moment pauses. We reflect in years to come. The scent, the touch, the taste, the feeling that moment brought. That is nostalgia building, a memory forming. When we stop, we appreciate because we don’t always have what we want. We don’t always have what’s best, but we can reflect and appreciate what we had in that moment.
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i lie in depth
to touch you with every step
we take force to forward
to deepen, to strengthen, to further
we make moments in memories
dancing with rosemary
i take you to take i
your mind against mine
and we’re twirling in eternity
every word was said so carelessly
we move from past to present to a lack of existence
years become distance, conversations we had change position
i’m spinning in kitchens wondering if i had missed it
a darken transition, a loss of ignition
we’re dancing with ghosts
memories of our past, lost souls
trying to justify it
nothing makes sense
things which end seem to end
the candle burns
just enough to let us expend
just enough to let us mend
