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  • Mar 10, 2015

    My lips brushed against his cheek for a last touch while I gave him our final tug; and as he began to distance himself, he stopped and turned.
    “Don’t be a stranger,” he said with the brightest smile.
    I laughed, opened the car door and with a single smirk I said, “I was never the stranger,” and shut the door.

    lunch with my ex

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  • Mar 8, 2015

    As dark caressed the basement of the lonely bar, he took my hand and began to dance. And as he moved, he whispered in my ear and asked to let down my guard.
    I did, but I guess not far enough.

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  • Mar 7, 2015

    I’m bothered by this generation’s need to justify why they’re in love instead of just being in love.

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  • Mar 7, 2015

    I asked him to let go, but he was a god. He could control every emotion and even when I wanted, I couldn’t let go. He had everything, all of me, he possessed total control.

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  • Mar 6, 2015

    two auras
    white and purple
    a soul to be
    thoughts in these
    we transcend
    a million
    waiting for time
    standing in eyes
    i loved a soul
    a two for one
    hairs too fine
    details in mine
    i couldn’t, yet i did
    i frolicked with his
    we were the grass
    the moon, the sun and air
    we stood in time
    passed on thoughts with wine
    too scared of a hundred
    a ghost, he muttered
    i loved, i did — i do
    i said i’d always, too
    but these are emotions
    life in our moment

    we are the souls
    the feelings we hold so close

    infinite
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  • Mar 5, 2015

    He turned down the music just to hear her sing.

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  • Mar 3, 2015

    I know afraid like I know pain. I know faces that’ll never fade. How roses become black and wither, yet grow with the rain.
    I am sadness, but I grow in the end.

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  • Mar 3, 2015

    We were in love until one day I stopped and just loved.

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  • Mar 1, 2015

    words upon the fridge
    how you asked what that is
    third to fourth
    the way you ate my heart

    bored on love
    triumph left soaked
    two souls engaged in their darkest
    cancer of the hour
    our moment left starless

    two lonely’s
    one heart
    black hung from a scarf
    lobes of love
    hugs with loaded guns

    the darkest with shades
    starstruck with a view of handsome
    two eyes, lips like a magnet
    just us, one on love
    and one on drugs

    dancing with cancer
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  • Feb 28, 2015

    We are beautiful little vessels of thoughts that become captive of powerful hatred that wade in front of us. But as it wades, we wade, and as we move, we need to realize the only way is through.

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