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  • Oct 28, 2013

    waiting on craigslist

    missed connection
    i didn’t even bring my baggage
    i’ll sit over here, waiting
    like a dumb faggot

    look at me waitin’
    just started thundering
    got me wondering
    do you still do blow
    no… i’ll let it go

    lie low, that’s you
    we met awhile ago
    you weren’t the same
    that time ago
    so many blurred lines
    should have paid attention to all the signs
    but sometimes
    i thought it would pass by

    look, it’s you, flyin’ first class
    so submersed
    did you forget to rehearse
    lookin like what
    but
    yeah, an excuse
    so recluse
    one day you’ll learn to let loose
    but by then, i’ll learn not to chase
    the goose

  • Oct 28, 2013

    rest in paradise

    if i were to see you
    i’d die inside
    cause you know you permanently reside
    damn, i took it personally
    all i do is wanna die

    lie in a low tide
    wait for it to come
    let it take
    i left the emergency break
    wash away
    why’d i let you take me here
    why do i think about you every day
    come on just awake
    this was a mistake

    now i’m in paradise
    no longer alive
    no longer paralyzed
    maybe i’ll watch the sunrise
    maybe i’ll be me
    tonight

  • Oct 27, 2013

    try again

    i ain’t lookin for pity
    i just said i’m used to it by now
    ain’t looking for you to need me
    mislead me
    just to decieve me

    i ain’t lookin for blood
    just to bond
    so you can grow fond

    that would be all too easy
    believe me

  • Oct 27, 2013

    jokes on me

    lookin’ out the window
    took a glance at the moon
    wondering if it’s the afternoon
    wherever you are
    wonder if you’re waiting standby
    probably going high in the sky
    just standing here making stir fry
    wondering how you are
    i think about you here and now
    more constantly than i’d like
    it’s kinda comedy

    jokes on me
    “watch that bloke”
    i’ve heard it before
    hey remember when you swore

    jokes on me
    “hey call you soon”
    became attune
    basically a cartoon

    oh look, it’s a harvest moon
    is that you
    sorry, i got distracted
    thought the plane was you
    eh, i should stop being vain

    you ain’t coming back
    i was just a passenger on the train

  • Oct 27, 2013

    last letter i wrote to you

    i said to you
    not all the money in the world
    that i would trade
    for all my memories of you

    i’d wait centuries
    write entries
    not let you fade

    told you i was afraid
    that maybe one day
    i wouldn’t hear from you
    and you disappeared

    you’re the puppeteer
    played me
    caused dismay
    it was a masquerade

    finally took it off
    i saw who you were
    closed the book
    look at you, all exposed

    i finally knew who you were
    can i ask if you were scared
    that you started to care
    or am i assuming
    please don’t start fuming
    it was an honest thought
    i promise
    it sat in my conscious
    and i wondered why
    you were always in the darkness
    maybe you didn’t realize
    but it was so apparent
    sometimes you were transparent
    i could see it all
    and i just sat and thought
    maybe i was wrong
    all along

  • Oct 26, 2013

    love again

    mystical flair
    in the air we said we’d never love again
    or was it your gasoline lips
    that said don’t go
    light me on fire

    explode me into heaven
    and send me to hell
    without knowing
    you said you’d never love again

    but the love of deceit was only to come
    yet minutes from the end
    i sat and said
    please don’t let me go
    but that was the chance we took

    the mystical flair
    said to love
    but never to lust
    after a love you can’t have
    a beautiful love
    once again

  • Oct 26, 2013

    just sex

    you love the beauty
    but nothing else
    what’s beauty to you
    dare i ask

    fightened for me and myself
    did you lust for the looks
    or love for the heart
    find beauty in me or on me
    do i trust

    found the light at the end of the tunnel
    so sure it’s there
    somewhere in this puzzle
    but until i’m there
    i won’t exactly know
    i guess i’ll be classy
    just get me a taxi

    the end of the tunnel we go
    hoping for beauty
    fighting for beauty
    but in the end
    what beauty are you looking for
    will i know
    in the line of duty
    if i’m yours truly

    superficial need of life
    or something sincere
    in this calender year
    the ideals of human
    the beauty of life

    i wonder if he really loved lucy

  • Oct 26, 2013

    mood

    all hallows’ eve i said
    the eve of the night
    the eve of the mood
    the renaissance of now

    history in repeat
    that’s what it was
    until then and until now

  • Oct 25, 2013

    killing you

    you might be smitten
    but the last word has yet to be written
    remission has only just risen
    see ya in the collision
    let’s make this an exorcism
    i don’t need any supervision
    don’t worry, i’ve seen this on television
    it’s the opposite of division
    you plus me
    i’ve had this vision
    i’ve made my final decision
    i’m making the first incision
    i’m using such precision
    i hope they don’t send me to prison

  • Oct 25, 2013

    toxic

    serenity of sin
    beauty behind pain
    let it pour acid rain
    underlying love of excruciating pain
    blissful feeling of erosion
    killed like a nuclear explosion

    our explosives held us
    beyond far
    that was us in your eyes
    the heat
    the explosives
    the mission
    what was your motive

    the missiles of pain
    struck through our love
    tough but bluff
    it was the waiting game
    behind all the fame

    hearts of many
    they were all broken
    stolen and unexplained by what was life
    so unsustained
    used it like a butcher used a knife

    running your mouth under the sun
    hiding from the moon
    escaping what was
    that’s what it was
    all along
    made me look like a buffoon
    all while we met in the summer
    in june

    wait a minute
    got me good
    sure did
    or maybe i misunderstood

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