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  • Dec 22, 2014

    You remind me of a young me, stuck to a bee, someone I loved so unconditionally.

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  • Dec 22, 2014

    a beautiful sequin
    transcended from mars
    hair of gold
    eyes of diamonds

    with air, she walks
    breaths of depth
    extravagant with green
    fiery design of a mind too keen

    her words move mountains
    as the naive sleep
    she strides with madness
    while others tremble with heaviness

    blue-eyed blonde
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  • Dec 22, 2014

    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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  • Dec 21, 2014

    He deserved more of me than I could offer, but that’s what happens when you have half a heart.

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  • Dec 21, 2014

    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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  • Dec 20, 2014

    bread and baked
    i ate his heart
    a breakfast delight
    him and i

    9am
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  • Dec 20, 2014

    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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  • Dec 19, 2014

    I once met a boy whose eyes enlarged with fire, but as he grew, they sunk with question and anxiety.

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  • Dec 19, 2014

    I was so good at being bad and so bad at being who I should have been.

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  • Dec 18, 2014

    could taste you
    the mist, the fog
    your scents too strong

    here 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 last

    a sucker for hook, line and sinker
    i play with eventually, possibilities
    while dabbling in the past and waiting on the future

    said 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 all

    i 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 mood

    my 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 blue

    august 8th, 2014
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