words by dominic riccitello

Sep 11, 2014

september eleventh

a few have come and gone and came back again, yet you stayed behind
seemingly pressed against my fingers
the touch that led to emotions as i ride the raft among this ocean
out of mind, out of focus and now frozen in all the unspoken

we could co-exist, i thought
the demons in my head, i fought
but i swat and swing back and forth and play in my mind constantly
all those times i sat in bed, phone beside with no end in sight

pill after pill, thinking back, rolling back
the past is bound to me, i said
i lay upon this grave, awake and willingly slave myself
my hope is the wave within the day and all those words i finally said

i idle in the distance where my existence begins to fade
the eleventh was the day, back in september of thirteen
how we spoke and i was happy, the only time i knew sanity
my ambition and his lies, could never really tell the difference sometimes

we moved in a wide range of elegance while words were spoken in such clarity
you were everything, a blessing in disguise and even if you were a bad guy, you were worth it every time
and i know the plane that holds the sad boy might lose its way
but the back of my mind says someday he might truly find his way

i sit back, relax and drink my whiskey
realize time is moving rather fast because i constantly live in the past
it’s time to enjoy and open my eyes
september will always remember, but i can’t do this forever
Sep 10, 2014

I wonder if you’re looking at the supermoon wondering what it’s like to feel whole?

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 9, 2014

lover of the past, lover of the light, lover of the things that keep you up in the night
i walk the line, feel for time and touch things that aren’t necessarily mine
he said, “maybe i’m a tease, maybe i like when you’re on your knees”
i dance with a tune that lusts for blues and ooze words that seem true

yet i look at light and wonder why, i could die and i have and i’ve given everything
but i look at the letters beneath words and stand at doors like a sinful whore
i remember the time at birds and how the sign behind began with beware
how i looked in your eyes and sat and smiled yet the lingering notions submerged

subconsciously should’ve seen, but you always liked a pitiful knee
sitting on borrowed time and how none of this was essentially mine
you sit in the snow while i bake in the sun, you held the gun while i held home
never knew or felt or kissed upon a thing that you could remember
your drink and fun and alcohol was the pun

i laugh in the distance and it’s not a question of my sanity
regardless of all those times i asked if you thought i was crazy
it’s because i look at a daisy and wonder the color while you look and wonder whether or not it’ll sprout when you’re under

i’m the thunder in the distance when the fog seeps in
the one that would’ve held your hand till the last breathe
but time has seethed and our moment has passed
it’s no longer a wonder of how it might’ve been but what it was and those bittersweet moments of how it began

— “beware within birds“ by dominic riccitello
Sep 8, 2014

ever

flowing like clouds in the sky
look upon each other
and even if never is forever
that’s alright

i dance, move, sway my hips as i think of you
essentially an owl in the night
flying with all, preying on those with fright
killing with class as i bask through memories of last

curls of your hair, hurls in the night
those glaring eyes, i think i just might
lover of the night, i never knew
never imagined any of this could happen

bags under those eyes, yellow of forever
the personal and how words were always exchangeable
lying in grass, somewhere around tennessee
your city, the whiskey, i still think of you and ask if you miss me

regardless the death, your sweater and smooth skin
wrinkles of the night and curves that never asked twice
i frolic in the memory of you, sway with the wind that reminds me of you
the blue, the broken glass and wine in the eve
never asked you to need me, to want
just to be and we to be we
Sep 7, 2014

Would you recognize your soul if you met it?

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 6, 2014

september

on a closed toilet with hands to the head
thinking, breathing, wondering
light on my feet, yet heavy in the air

the words and west, never more perfect
thunder upon daze, living in south these days
how the ravaging smeared blood in ways i never understood

i reflect and remain in the past
just us two and how we lied in the grass
i had, but now gone and seemingly bent on things like a black swan
the way you laid your head and said those things you said

in days where you twirled my hair and scratched my chest
the way i think of west and streets of venice
i sleep with a tune, lust to dream without you
yet the air coincides with my dreams and you’re alive suddenly

the dead grass arrives, but never in time
days when they rolled the body past and i held my phone like it was a raft
i’ve died a thousand times, but september took like i never knew
the sky was you, the high of my night was your scent
i sat hell bent on a crime of a thousand lifetimes

my soul will coexist forever and our time will always understand
the way we held hands and how i smiled to the view of you
i knew, i know and the blue will always evoke
regardless the smoke and mist, i always knew your cloak

eventually the clock strikes midnight and our time will’ve had its time
the mist, as you know, will clear for you and i
and last words you’ll hear, “you’ll always be mine”
Sep 5, 2014

You know I would die for you,” I said to him.

He looked me in the eye and said I was crazy. But I didn’t know I was crazy because deranged doesn’t know insanity.

I looked him deep in those brown, beautiful eyes and said, “Honey, you don’t know insane. You just know my name.

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 4, 2014

seat 4a

gazing though with nowhere to go
been a year, yet the occasional still resides
sitting here not too long ago, waiting over cancer
one step, two step, always such a graceful dancer

we go with the flow, swayed our bodies for the show
lying in the cemetery, who knew i’d be here so soon after
our future meets our present and takes lives without asking
the taste upon your sweet, you have me on my knees, but no begging
please

wish we could frolic in the seventies, fuck in the eighties
the way the truth could bask and i would never need to ask
phone after phone with no endless call
just a hippie living in a world where bee’s can’t sting

love your face, the day, all the ways
our motions, dancing, the dark and cool breeze of the night
how we played in fright, offending the seas with endless notions
you go with the flow, play like grease and hold grenades like keys

just a motel with an hourly checkout
while i fill the fuel and live off things that smell like you
your scent, the lavender and how trees in the distance remind me of you

looking out the window, the clouds, the white and all the fluff
little details flow like you, the mist and fog and how the clouds move like you always told me to
mountains below, the jets aside, you were always ahead while i swayed behind

the way you walked and how you moved with such confidence
everything about you i somehow found attractive
as a tick sucks and a few bugs glow
it was always you and just the way you moved
Sep 3, 2014

It’s not cliché to believe two people were made for one another, but in my opinion, it doesn’t work the way it seems or the way we’d like.

We’re made for someone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they were made for us. We go with the flow and play the game that is our show, make moments and entangle ourselves in this belief that romance is the purpose. I feel as if we’re subconsciously lost looking for a precise purpose that causes us to disregard little things and the truth behind our soulmate.

It’s my belief that your soulmate is the person that changes your view in a positive way – your feelings, emotions and wisdom. Essentially the one that ignites an aura where there is no explanation. They’re the one that coincidently helps you further your mind while giving you life experience.

Although it might seem like there could be an endless amount of people that fit the description – it’s not that simple. It’s the essence of the moment and a combination of a magnitude of things. It goes as far as the intensity behind your words and the way you grasp their hips. The way you open the door, the way you say good night and how you smirk with your eyes.

Your soulmate is not the person that makes you smile or really even the one that makes you happy. They are the one that gives you a variety of emotions and entertains your mind. But more importantly, they are the one that you love unconditionally. The way you kiss their fat and how you would die for them. It’s not a matter of lust vs. love vs. soulmates – even though at times they can be combined, they’re all entirely different.

The question of “what is romance after a soulmate?” is a completely valid concern. But back to the basics of the warped idea that romance is the purpose behind life. Your soulmate gives you life experience to understand the vast events that happen throughout your existence. Everyone and everything that comes after is still important regardless of the principal. The idea floats that everything else is filler, but without our soulmate, we truly wouldn’t understand situations, certain emotions or the fact that love is universal. The sky, touch and our appreciation would not be the same.

The thought arises in regards to why two people can’t be made for each other. It’s as simple as it doesn’t work that way. With over seven billion people on the planet, you would assume this to be true. Yet looking at the overall, it’s not my belief that two can equal one.

It might seem ridiculous or out of reach to truly understand the complexity behind the meaning of a soulmate, but it’s there. The idea, our notions and the way we perceive the idea is our own. We might believe that we’ve already met our soulmate, but they could be next and so forth. We’ll never genuinely understand the meaning or be able to explain the feeling behind it, but when you know, you know and if there’s a question, it was never there.

what is a soulmate?
words by dominic riccitello
Sep 2, 2014

There’s only one photo of us together and neither of us took it. I was so obsessed with the moment and entrapped in a world of him that nothing else mattered. I had no idea where my phone was, my mind or anything else. It was truly beautiful, sad and so beyond anything I’ve ever understood. I sit and smile and realize as I reminisce that it was beautiful to love someone else more than myself, but it was bliss to feel nothing for everything else.

words by dominic riccitello

september eleventh

ever

september

seat 4a