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  • Jan 21, 2015

    I forgave him because what I learned in return was more than what I could ever ask for.

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  • Jan 20, 2015

    under the honey moon
    moments of just blue
    you were all that you were
    a sorrowful butterfly
    wasp that met his own

    people come
    go
    ravage
    we say we know

    yet align for the show
    sip our champagne
    live for yesterday
    moments of grease

    hit pause, unintentionally freeze
    grab our knees, beg and plead
    yet never realize
    we only ever idolized
    and we are our own firefly

    becoming
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  • Jan 20, 2015

    A savage with grace so calm and innocent and texture laced mystery that brought desire. He moved as his own while you followed along; and as he soothed your skin, you questioned your walls just to tremble at his.

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  • Jan 19, 2015

    Perhaps, maybe, I’ve never fallen in love and it was only ever an illusion. But then again, is it possible to love incorrectly or a crime to live in my imaginary?

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  • Jan 19, 2015

    Two opposites,
    essentially the sun and moon.
    Even though we surrendered to time,
    I always knew
    how you swept,
    made flowers bloom;
    while your rays lit the sky,
    creating warmth and serenity
    on hot summer days.

    sun and moon
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  • Jan 18, 2015

    I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air and I’m lying half past gone.

    masochist
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  • Jan 18, 2015

    fair skin
    warm touch
    a living pun
    never wanted more
    just you and i
    twirled beneath
    caressing every part
    feeling the vibrations
    of our wild storm

    raveling
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  • Jan 17, 2015

    I’m wandering, wading and waiting on a past love that won’t seem to close.

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  • Jan 17, 2015

    There I stood, in all of my essence, raising my arms for what could have been. But you only knew what was right in front of you and not how blue connected with the sky or what it meant to free your mind.

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  • Jan 16, 2015

    heart of fury
    entitlement gone wary
    sad stance for a man
    as if you could die like that
    heart wrapped and torn to shreds

    the boy in green with audacity
    intentions were slick
    smokes in his left
    hands free of innocence
    life lead him there and back

    lived in the clouds
    a million pounds before his transcend
    the vapor and liquid
    tears to his twisted

    thoughts that drifted
    his final question
    no hesitation
    i’m probably going to die like that

    google told me i’m probably dying
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