words by dominic riccitello

Jan 4, 2018

sitting on ash
of what it was
a surround sound
deep in your living room
with swimming water
no body parts
in a mix
twisting under metaphors
of your arms around my neck
lying on our bodies
fighting intuition
of sensual salvation
in form of yesteryears
untoward broken necks
and invisible emotions
we held our ground
ran without running
lacking self-control
in an oasis of ourselves
they say
you have ninety days
until you realize each other
at eighty-nine
i realized myself

ninety
words by dominic riccitello
Jan 2, 2018

slipping on ice
feigning for a high
from dark knights
black skies
i say your name in horror
because horror brings truth
views from rooms
i linger through
like corridors of his heart
lonely lobes
in construct of complete
disruption and i’m wallowing
in form of a sheet ghost
before streets and roads
universes that collide
with me
before i was we
and your name was nothing
i screamed in mirrors
in hallways
running towards oceans
in rapids of truth
tugging for eternity
in this and in you
but this
i was drug into

drugged
words by dominic riccitello
Jan 1, 2018

lying in reflection
a dark beat twenty-seven
kissing your hands
spinning in beds
of men i might
find in a horrid truth
bleeding from palms
of cuts i spent
on a resolution i said
in drunken somber
with rotating tables
on a balcony of hellbent nature
locked in a house of dangerous might
and i sin at midnight
because midnight feels the same
in every shade of night
as the sun feels without a sense
it burns like an intensity
at a different velocity
and i quake because lines don’t make sense
metaphors bend and things i said
are words without meaning
like little white lies
transcending without view
on vines swinging to divine
like i in night
finding horror in sheets
twisting and bending
to please something
other than me

will this be
words by dominic riccitello
Dec 31, 2017

i spoke his name
a dozen times too many
in horror i see evil
essence of a man
who cherishes heaven of pain
tears in eyes and sleepless nights
oceans of men broken by time
in other lives where evil lies
in truth with a broken tune
a numbness brought on by a crescent moon
two air signs in drift with shadows of ceiling fans
and his hands choked
the lips of love
twisted by lips of lust
rips and cuts in depth with hues
soldered with memories of abuse
by men we are seduced
in temporary junctions
where love is lost with expiry
as time drifts we expect
good things end
bad things we reminisce
because bliss kisses the lips of death
minds relapse
moments transcend
and emotions mix
the evil of our past

evil love
words by dominic riccitello
Dec 30, 2017

in tune with your eyes
i fade with the wind
to feel the gentle of your skin
like feathers of your pillows
in gloomy night
when your tears touch my skin
i feel like heaven in time
like your neck on my back
against the sheets of christmastime
and i flutter to feel
among you in the new year
i taste our fuel
it burns like gasoline
like the rough of your jeans
that time in july
when your zipper touched my lips
and my tongue locked
behind the guard of my teeth
like the guard of your walls
and i touch
but i touch to feel if this is real
because if i’m dead
you feel like nothing
and all of this is mad
and all of him was in my head
and the pillows of our night
with feathers which turned to stone
sleepless nights become meaning
evil truth is no longer deceiving
but blatant lies bubble
gentle kisses simmer
summer seems to linger
warmer becomes colder in sense
and this nor i
no longer intense
but contents in the diary of a year
of absolute misery

to no longer feel you
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Dec 28, 2017

beneath your essence
i’m lying in his death
on planets twisting sentences
before time could exist
we found space between us
in molecules held together
an atom without an eve
in the dark of the night
behind shadows in the dark of my mind
i told you this to find us together
in melancholy weather
with a void of happiness
i spoke in bits
to create question inside of this
a human body
meant not for i
but for souls to twine in my mind
create nostalgia for things i had admired
in this life

i said why
because time is never of the essence
questions lead to our existence
and i lead not by example
because examples are a fail to follow
shadows are a mad man’s halloween
the weak look for obsolete
and i seek a darkened meaning

meaning of existence
words by dominic riccitello
Dec 27, 2017

fucking in fumes
to a sensual tune of you
in our dire truth
i break our view of what was
just a mercury glass mirror
with a reflection of two people
against the shins of another
i break to take you to places
you’ve never been
and we’re screaming in tunnels
to universes i found you
behind memories in broken alleys
with lips locked in what it was
nothing but just two people
in a moment
basking in the sin of another
and i take to take
not because i want it
but because i can
and that’s what’s wrong
when relationships find sourness
one will take
and the other
will fall
more in love with you
every day

fueling the fumes
words by dominic riccitello
Dec 26, 2017

you make moments instead of memories
broken emotions instead of matrimony
dance with the devil in an ocean of sin
and i kiss to feel the lips of age rather than bliss
in signs of this i take your hand against my hip
and tangle your legs around my neck
because breath isn’t of ours
your blood isn’t something i miss
december 25th is a day i reminisce
because broken love is beautiful
unrequited horror in nights i kiss strangers
in darkest of places
like franklin village and tables turning
with chairs against tables and men atop them
in dire terror with blood bleeding
deepest of red and purple
with hues of blue
sweating from their chin
with knives against backs
and i said
not to say
but we’re dancing without rhythm
because nothing makes sense
innocence is nothing but depth without men

depth in terror
words by dominic riccitello
Dec 25, 2017

under years of his eyes
i follow roads in turns
where demons follow you
and he said
five times too many
we quake in the rage that we are
basking in sin for years to come
i’m humming in tune with you in mind
lying in eyes with motions in laps
round corners where shadows bend
our future in this
and i dance
in sense of you and i
on fine lines of white snow
which melts in heat
but flows in the cold

christmas eve
words by dominic riccitello
Dec 24, 2017

Toxicity is my fuel. Break me and you can take me.

words by dominic riccitello