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  • Oct 29, 2014

    I touched your tips and it felt like this was it.

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  • Oct 28, 2014

    define: love

    the aura that glistens from day till night
    the way their eyes speak and how colors suddenly become everything
    expectations become nothing and the moment you live in becomes a lasting memory forever distilled in the chest behind your breast

  • Oct 27, 2014

    A lot of people will break your heart, but if you look at the bright side, only one will be the worst.

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  • Oct 27, 2014

    a haunting

    the room’s a dark shade of red where the passion still lingers
    but those eyes – i become devoured by worms as you smile at my grave
    with the day, you long for a face of eyes that speak truth
    the moment you’ll look at someone ever so passionately and how you’ll cry with words you can’t seem to understand

    i’ll bend and break just like you taught me, i’ll float higher and higher
    scream at you to follow me, yet watch you crawl in defeat behind me
    while your fingers bleed and how red becomes murder instead of passion and fire
    the flames thrive higher and higher

    your doom and gloom, my dear
    the magic will taste like you
    as the clear sky brings truth while i pull each tooth
    one by one we go, i’m finally with the flow
    tell me now, do you like my show?

  • Oct 26, 2014

    We were so good, but so good only lasts for so long.

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  • Oct 26, 2014

    I think it might’ve been way the way I waited. How you never pursued and I knew you were a gentleman all along.

    thoughts & sex
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  • Oct 25, 2014

    I don’t confide in others because I honestly don’t feel they would genuinely understand the cards I’ve been dealt.

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  • Oct 24, 2014

    You know how exit signs are bright and red and at times we’re blind to what’s behind? The doors are just subliminal metaphors that lead us through life. We never know, but we take a chance and open it.

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  • Oct 23, 2014

    to love

    sweet nectar of mine, this life and seduction of a kiss
    ever lasting love of hidden crimes and fire within thieves
    of my love, a dime a dozen, it’s time i no longer lie frozen

    the hills had eyes, my whiskey sought after guys
    nothing and no one, yet nowhere seemed everywhere
    the mirror at night, how i brushed my teeth in the sunrise
    your named seemed at dawn, but i knew you were forever gone

    there’s a smirk at the tip of my tongue
    how the devil resides in my lungs
    i breathe and it feels of hatred, it seems everything is shaded
    a lion in the street, but a sheep on the concrete
    your knees tremble as you leave the pavement, the rough has left you jaded

    i laugh with my eyes and creep in the mist of the night
    you had no time, you had no life, you didn’t have to let me die
    but now i rhyme and it fills of passion and anger
    the way i danced with you in subliminal danger

    the rain roughens my skin and the acid peels off layers letting everything in
    it started with a chat and a kiss, a broken wine glass that removed my neck
    my spine was yours, every pour and fiber
    yet everything seems finer and the world became a bit brighter
    now life is at ease and i can genuinely lift from my knees

  • Oct 22, 2014

    True love is not expecting a response when you say I love you.

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