I didn’t write those poems.
He did.
Through me.
For himself.
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i wrote a few
as i listened to that song
you know
the one
you used to play
for mewe swung from limbs
between trees
and i don’t understand
where you were
while we were getting highi stumble through doors
empty hallways
attempting to understand
the words you spokea mere eighteen
was young
you were you
a man
eyes beyond blue
with an aura you could touch
stance beyond lovelinessit was the rhythm
the moments
driven white noise
and i never knew
where you were
while we were getting highhere i lie
years later
between used words
moments you could light with fire
grip you need psychosis to acquireyet it was and just was
pure bliss
with monetary value
a subconscious love
a darkness
i never quite understoodcurrency, formerly
words by dominic riccitello -
Everyone’s a little helpless around midnight.
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I believe once I understand the love, I’m beyond or content with it. I’ve moved up and over and when it’s confusing to me, I just wallow in what could or how it should have been.
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i don’t know peace
but i really don’t understand sorrow
and i move in a molecular pace
where stars seem to cry
where the world spins
at the tip of your fingers
and you can’t seem to grasp
all you had before you have itgrasp of growth
words by dominic riccitello -
i think of you
in those leather shoes
warming hands
deep breaths
you used to make
as you grabbed my leg
caressed my neck
kissed my hand
stroked my back
and loved me
without saying
anything -
we paced
in circular movements
motions of pure bliss
with actions which brought sadness
and there we went
off the edge
with broken backs
sharp teeth
we destroyed
all we had
with words
madness
two killers
one serial
and one hysterical -
screaming profanities
i scream
i love youwe flow
back and forth
in a movement
which scrapes
like kniveswe turn
with every page
flipping and bending
without a breath
before reasoningbut seemingly
we end in each other’s arms
with issues beneath
love crippling
and fingertips bent
from edges we couldn’t seem to graspthere we stood
words by dominic riccitello -
lost in the canyon
a sudden sing
service to breathe
his words
my mouth
his noise
my tears
could words be
the end of me?4 miles
words by dominic riccitello -
i used to
use drugs
to hide you
to submerge my brain
in thoughts of you
how the sky was blue
clouds were pink
atop hotel erwin
when we used to
twine our feet
within every edge
every groove
how i used to love
how i used to be blue
with just a simple thought of you
like how the sky changes
from gray to blue to purple to pink
when it realizes
it loves itself
more than a beautiful figure
standing before the sun
with a loaded gun
