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  • May 23, 2014

    as if you were helen keller

    ran through hell
    stop, explain your case
    stand your base
    face the wraith of another

    ashes to urn
    diamond rings feel the burn
    ask, do you yearn
    taste my fire

    leave at your desire
    stroke my pain
    remember how i said your name
    without any blame

    yet you sat in your game
    even when you were the only
    and all i asked, to see your face
    spoke your name

    such a shame
    life is a pity for you, my dear
    as i whisper in your ear
    but too bad you can’t hear

  • May 22, 2014

    pinot noir

    you love like ice, but ice melts
    take off your belt, kiss your neck
    you love for a moment, till it’s said and done
    clock strikes midnight

    heading for home run
    your loves like a midnight sun
    one by one, sadly
    you’re always on the run

    his torn heart, a beautiful bleeding art
    always at the start, but can never finish
    he plays by part with handsome lines
    he knows his wine as well as his hidden cries

    red like you
    take off your shoes
    slip you back, your eyes
    you drive me crazy, you say
    i remember, just like it was yesterday

  • May 21, 2014

    from hell

    hot filled room
    a temporary junction
    our only function
    we, a temporary fixture

    words of you
    thoughts are clear
    your mind’s ever so hazy
    intentions were sadly lazy
    you were other worldly

    walking the pits of hell
    i sit you top shelf
    i stop, gaze my reflection
    linger, you
    i play with my fingers

    mind’s lost
    our last, i sat emotionally exhaust-
    words come and go
    thoughts come, never go

    still top shelf
    in black, your lips, your sound
    i still wonder
    if anything’ll ever come around

  • May 20, 2014

    phantom

    trying to sit, find anything
    but so blind behind false pretenses
    i give chances, use senses
    but expose with my canvas

    they tell me i’m handsome
    but i roll my eyes
    please, i beg
    take to another planet
    hold me ransom
    need to want, live for passion
    occasionally need a phantom
    someone to come and go
    to cancel, leave me lonesome
    abandon, just like brandon

  • May 19, 2014

    you & i

    thinking you, thinking of us
    lying here, sirens fear
    different place, same space
    no grace, all i think
    what if you show
    i’m no longer
    will you figure out or die without
    the knowledge of knowing
    i died with you at mind

  • May 18, 2014

    medication

    sitting blue
    thinking gray
    thinking of you
    i use like you used too

    sprinkle the white
    lathered in lies
    you die, they cry
    i follow you
    too

  • May 17, 2014

    the last supper

    feeling the reign
    i take the scene
    i go, i say, i know
    standing a tightrope
    feeling the burn
    we move ever so slow

    the high notes
    and sadly, our song
    seemed to finish
    before our final dinner

  • May 16, 2014

    your fire, your desire

    silver lies
    regrets and cries
    baby’s got a way
    an ocean without waves

    i wade, remember yesterday
    no future from the past
    innocence with mass
    ivory covered in a blood bath

    we clash as i gave you gas
    i’m not mad, just concerned
    that i gave you all
    and you were still an ass

  • May 15, 2014

    the wind

    wind upon our face
    taste the clear
    nothing’s here
    no fears, you and i
    we lie near

    hanging off
    the smile
    you like it rough
    kiss your neck, your thighs

    we lie here, there… somewhere
    gone forever
    i’ll always remember

  • May 14, 2014

    eleven eleven

    hands in my pockets
    dim lit room
    everyone on view
    lick the bruise of everything used
    hands on my tattoos
    lust for it, and you

    hands against the wall
    atop like a doll
    laugh, not at all

    you like it rough
    kill you till you’re tough
    brush against my beard
    while i whisper everything
    you like to hear

    can’t contain
    this is good bye
    slip like grease
    it’s for you, i’m just a tease

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