You remind me of a young me, stuck to a bee, someone I loved so unconditionally.
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a beautiful sequin
transcended from mars
hair of gold
eyes of diamondswith air, she walks
breaths of depth
extravagant with green
fiery design of a mind too keenher words move mountains
as the naive sleep
she strides with madness
while others tremble with heavinessblue-eyed blonde
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He was beyond obsessed with wanting all of me to the point where I wondered if he ever actually appreciated me.
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He deserved more of me than I could offer, but that’s what happens when you have half a heart.
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My lips caressed the top of his head as my hand laid upon his chest and in the moment, it was everything. But I need to remember that it was everything up until that moment and not in my entire lifetime.
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bread and baked
i ate his heart
a breakfast delight
him and i -
Let’s face it – the moment we log into any social media website we’re completely engulfed in a madness of self-absorbed individuals, salivating at any sort of intimate connection with another. It’s beautifully pathetic that kids, teenagers and adults are drawn to a sense of lusting for a companion.
Living in a period where the moment revolves around constant technology, people forget that there’s life (and “love”) outside of a social media platform. Swiping left or right on Tinder, browsing Match and endless scrolling on OkCupid is essentially a mind game. You might as well call it “I Like Your Stats, Words and Face” – that’s it. Humanity is drawn to a sense of security, which is distorted. Some take security as the income of another or the feeling of having someone constantly. Everyone’s heard of the girl that’s never single or the executive that dazzles with gifts. People forget that it’s as simple as two homeless souls meeting in a subway station or seeing someone from across the room that ignites an aura and gives you a rush. Then again, there’s the argument of, “well you’re not going to meet your soul mate in a bar.” But who says you won’t? Then there’s the backfire of, “maybe you are supposed to meet them on a dating site.” Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t.
As humans, most look for a divine feeling of love and ignore the subconscious telling us this isn’t right. It brings up the thought of, are you in love with the idea of love? Posting countless photos and sharing your personal moments with the world, is that love? Scrolling through Facebook, I notice countless men and women going in and out of relationships within a week of meeting each other and I just wonder. I sit, grasp and try to feel their moment, but it leaves me clueless. Sitting in wonderment, I come up with various conclusions as to what goes on in the mind of people who want, want, and want, rather than unintentionally looking for light.
It leaves me stumped when I see people sharing intimate moments. It comes back to, are you posting what you’re doing to impress people, make them jealous or just because? But then again, do people genuinely post things just because? Humans love a good motive.
We live in an age where everything is taken to the Internet. Thoughts, feelings, memories, experiences, etc. are snapped, written about and shared with an endless amount of individuals. Without realizing, people float above their consciousness and completely miss the point that they’re in love with the idea of being in love. They gloat, share and conceive all these notions without realizing that they’re only in love with themselves.
We’re not living in the 20th Century where people must socialize person to person. You’re not going to find your soul mate on a dating website or mobile application, and that’s because you’re intentionally looking for it. You’re not a squid in the ocean, going with the flow and inadvertently becoming intertwined. Simply, you’re not letting the moment arrive.
When there’s an aura – that’s them. You’re done… and I guarantee you won’t gloat about it on the Internet.
lovers, log off
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I once met a boy whose eyes enlarged with fire, but as he grew, they sunk with question and anxiety.
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I was so good at being bad and so bad at being who I should have been.
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could taste you
the mist, the fog
your scents too stronghere i hang, hoping you’ll see
but a phillips is just a tool waiting to screw
i admit, i looked, i walked and your car was never near
but the scent began to pass as you did lasta sucker for hook, line and sinker
i play with eventually, possibilities
while dabbling in the past and waiting on the futuresaid how i knew, how i asked
the way you did on september eleventh
and while i’ve had it, i still want it
truth was always subconscious
the hope, the gone, knowing of it alli live in the possibility
kill and lust with revenge as i think of you
appreciate the blue, sadness that nuzzles you
the hue of the sky that changes its moodmy life isn’t of despair and it won’t always be your hair
but what’s sad is the fact that you might never understand
what life gives and the tune that you exude might always be blueaugust 8th, 2014
words by dominic riccitello