words by dominic riccitello

Nov 27, 2017

falling on inconsistency
taking a dip in night
in eyes i find truth
used men in low fuel
fighting the dive in mine
with lids shut and mouths closed
waiting on mirrors we stood
i dip in thrills
making sense before it commends
our hearts in toll
forgetting a man in might is a boy in fright
and i dare to say the words we reek
watching bears in forests
seeking divine harmony
with bats flocking
truth dividing
ourselves, we sway
and i say words in rhyme
to find lines make sense
in ways hands grips
the dark truth of our hearts in horror
drinking gin to face terror
he steps closer
it becomes warmer
i step further
near becomes colder
clouds find fog to find us
dark nights fold truth
creating hidden torture in our beings
men make sense
not because sense creates truth
but imaginary soothes
and what we’re taught, we’re told
because lies in men
are what we’re used to

in men you find horror
words by dominic riccitello
Nov 26, 2017

dancing on white lies
noise in the night
creeping on backs
of men in deep cries
i feign on his voice
to tango in thought
brooding on his horse
a false knight in might

words by dominic riccitello
Nov 22, 2017

You speak in night, not because it’s night, but because it’s dark enough in theory that no one will see you.

words by dominic riccitello
Nov 20, 2017

calling on angels
for their worth in you
deepened moments of dark blue truth
sadness in rolling greens
behind mountains of your teeth
false laughter in our time
broken by ribs of men in dire honesty
we’re screaming in black and white
dark lines paint the room
grooving in different moods
stroking the view of your eyes in mine
blinded by inconsistency
toxicity in your fuel
running on nickels and dimes
coffee beans and broken rhymes
where things make sense
eyes caressed our souls in innocence
between graves of where we slept
sheetless nights before i
and i talk in symbols
to create nice instead of traumatic
but themes fit our mood
panic fills the room
nostalgia sets in
and minds create sadness
for broken men in sheets
lacking dire honesty

breaking you down
words by dominic riccitello
Nov 16, 2017

dancing with edges in air
we’re twirling
with hands clasp and ashes had
riveting in our graves
running through fields of daisies
screaming in nights we had
with knives at end
of our throats
he’s spinning in matrimony
yelling and moaning
in debonair movement
a moment in time
feigning on past relationships
to have emotion on abandoned ships
like thoughts we had
emotion we held in grasp of each other
broken by muses of ourselves in night
searching for fright in empty shelves
to tango instead of fall
we’re jazzing atop our funerals
clinging for fraud emotion
to hold ourselves together
knives were at our hips
we were dancing
but with edges at grasp
with knives met
sad songs in our foreground
emotion in the back

grass of our funeral
words by dominic riccitello
Nov 15, 2017

in the seats of your disguise
i hide the scares in our hurt
sliding into baths of salt
in words of silence
white noise in the distant television
roped between horror and terror
eyes like night
i tangle between your thighs
with a neck broken in divine truth
i hope to see the light
within the dark
broken by void and cries
sullen blues in the corner where i met you
indecisive in dire crisis
a libra of lost lies
miami fumes
tunnel vision only made sense in thought of you
like oblivion stroked your hand
i hung your clothes
held the door
skipped on cracks
so words could make sense
hands could caress
the finest hairs on your chest

hands on your chest
words by dominic riccitello
Nov 13, 2017

You mixed love with lust and assumed you loved me, which made me question the entirety of our relationship.

words by dominic riccitello
Nov 12, 2017

in sheets i stay warm from the ice of his nature
two bodies twined in lossless emotion
we’re spinning in virtue of mountain hues
hidden like the dark side of the moon
talking in past to save ourselves from hatred
echoing thoughts from walls we crawled to
damp sorrow in the seas of our salt
dangling men like villains in rapids we reap
i lie amongst the animals in night
wondering if cheap wine could make it alright
i hear the laughter of a distant background
his voice rings with the wind behind trees
a smile in the back of my mind
remembering his thoughts at bay
screaming noise in seas i swam from
lied in sheets to stay warm from the cold
but cold is at a bodies touch
such nature is almost close enough
where evil lies in bed with you
views mix and music relays
sounds of torture align with hues
mountains blues only make sense
when distance brings truth
and souls from the past
laugh with secrecy
in plain view

his laughter
words by dominic riccitello
Nov 11, 2017

feigning on sheets of men i might
control in essence, a desire i sin
touching fragility in his cries
i feel in power of an ocean in this
we’re killing laughter in quakes of seriousness
forgetting triumph comes from nothingness
i take his legs to wrap my fingers
wading in a motion of words
memories like how we slept together
caressing this is to feel his fright
moments in sheets, the warmth of his back
to touch with ice cold fingers
shaken by reality
rain washes the windows
i feel his energy in bits
drinking alcohol to cope with it
i pen his heart to understand his nature
but to realize mine in the way of our might
how conversation geared from here
little words and less than a year
divided by complexity
miles and fears of what could have been
but what could was what was
what’s here was never there
and truth is
love is sometimes never quite here

void in energy
words by dominic riccitello
Nov 10, 2017

have you cried in mirrors of walls you miss
a bedroom of wrong in the memories of our childhood
hearing screams like echoes bouncing from walls
staring at ceilings at dawn
wondering where dark goes when it goes
like voices in the back of my mind
repeating conversations of a darkened man
in burnt forests we divide feelings and emotions
failing to understand the quiet
we’re bouncing in rhythm for rhymes we understood
but looking in swamps for fright of our reminisce
i remember to remember
not because it’s wanted
but because it’s necessary
for time to exist
for bliss to twist
for life to experience
and hands to shape the dark
which coexists

where everyone goes when they go
words by dominic riccitello