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Oct 21, 2014

One Year

I was going to end my Tumblr today and retitle it “A Year of the After,” but this blog gives me too much joy to end it.

Today is my year anniversary of being on here. Not a big deal, but I’ve posted a poem every day (recently some quotes), totaling 577 poems. I never expected anyone to read or even glance at this page. I’ve been writing poetry since I was 13 and I finally said what the heck and began posting online. Just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone for liking my rather moody, sad and at times, creepy/bittersweet poetry.
Oct 21, 2014

Your favorite book was Hunger Games while mine was Rapture: A Raucous Tour Of Cloning, Transhumanism, And The New Era Of Immortality.
We were two independent and completely different individuals that seemed to align for just a period of time. It was perfect, perplex and for some reason, I became wildly obsessed.

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Oct 20, 2014

fading red

i see you within the moon waiting till the skies blue
lying, touching, awake, fighting all day
how is venice? are you romancing?
abusing those powers, expiring and flaming those around?

always up and then down, might even be in poland
i hope one day you find him, i hope one day life isn’t so grim
that somehow and someway you figure your day

you’re there, i can feel us reminiscing
don’t be a stranger like you said yesterday
i can feel you stretching, holding and hoping as those words you said
till day and death and all those things upon my mouth
the way you said without words and how the words still caressed

the tenth is around the corner and you know i’ll speak, be on my knees
love you, even though you no longer know me
but that’s life and the reason my knees bleed

i started a few ago and finished just suddenly
it’s after the tenth and my strength is no longer a compound of us
our mixture has eluded and you have dissolved
you’re still here, i can feel you, but all we are is sudden air
Oct 19, 2014

The only reason time seems to be moving rather fast is that sometimes we’re too busy living in the past.

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Oct 18, 2014

I was the fire to your ice, the only snake eyes you ever rolled with that dice in your mind.

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Oct 17, 2014

We were at lunch and I told him I had a tattoo on my thigh about him. He laughed in disbelief and probably thought I was crazy. I pulled my leg over, rolled up my shorts and his eyes widened. He read the poem and didn’t understand.

I said, “We’re kinda like squid. You go with the flow and sometimes try a new path. You become tangled, caught, fried and devoured. But in the end we figure it out. You always figure it out.”

There was a pause and then he smiled and said, “So you’re the squid?” And I just smiled.

lunch with my ex
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Oct 16, 2014

attaining life

your eyes, i could spend every moment
feel of your touch, your hands, everything
swimming in the motion as if we were dancing within arms
the warm waves of potential, but harm always lingered
taste of your fingers while crumpled under bleachers

you watched, had your fun as i had none
i look at today like it never knew yesterday
my best knows my worst and my worst knows my worst
but you never touched or even felt thirst

death between your thighs, the pressure of never
you knew my ways, words and how wise
i always looked in your eyes, i had no hidden crimes, no agenda
felt time and could essentially climb

yet days were grime and most, i only knew limes
my tequila had crimes and i didn’t realize mine
but i always knew time, your flight and the way i looked at you
memorized by a guy that never understood life
that it was his choice and his life, but i’m thankful because now i know alive
and instead of knowing, i understand time
but more importantly, this life
Oct 15, 2014

Great writing… Did you study English?

Thank you! I went to college for four years, but I only took classes I thought were interesting. I essentially studied psychology as those were the only classes I took. My high school teachers actually hated the way I write so I didn’t really think anything of it.
Oct 15, 2014

It was the way I kissed your thighs.

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Oct 14, 2014

You were all bad and just something I wanted to have. I couldn’t and the cards have been dealt. I just wish you understood the ability and tranquility behind being felt.

words by dominic riccitello

One Year

fading red

attaining life

Great writing… Did you study English?