words by dominic riccitello

Aug 12, 2017

thoughts linger his empty hangers
words on paper
used to taste like you
stolen youth of a lonely twenty-two
we hold the hands of broken men
tango beneath their masquerade
in fuel he fills the room
we break their hearts in retrograde
and i’m spinning around his mind
like fingers on his spine
caressing the deepest of thoughts
emotions in midnight
i etch his words with pen and paper
ribs in sensation
we’re trickling, we’re dripping
i’m in his mind with candle light
diving in the moment
and we’re singing a love song
masochist incense fill the room
i’m kissing god and i’m falling in love
drinking wine in crescent moonlight
with tongues twist and heads locked
i felt you beneath the twilight
in utter chaos
i loved you
before i even met you

for you
words by dominic riccitello
Aug 11, 2017

and i never quite felt at peace
with you in my mind
running in directions
in a quietness which didn’t exist
and i told you
seven times too many
learning lessons
we lean on shoulders of desolation
a tragedy in the mind of many
hatred folds and lies unfold
your heart exposed what his eyes withheld
could you hate the man of your mountains
dance with the devil of whom he’s surrounding
he’s haunted, he’s crying
tears upon the shadows of a handsome face
a man in a glass house
turning to a beat in a tune without sense
we dance in past tense
twirled in the face of hell
between hotel rooms and hotel paper
a memoir could only exist
if our words could amend
two men made sense
yet one of them fell

before we made sense
words by dominic riccitello
Aug 8, 2017

28lbs on my back. a one way to europe. backpacking with me, myself, and i. see u on the flipside los angeles. put some things in queue. i’ll post when i can. maybe i’ll finish writing my book. xx
Aug 7, 2017

in your essence i believe
eyes like blood moons
with forests covered
in thorns of roses
i lie in sea
blinding stars
you drip atop of me
in red we twine
broken in white lies and fine lines
in horror of hallways
sullen corridors
i spoke to him in night
under a drunken moonlight
in hues of shadows
i broke him to be within
a sorcery like moment
covered in hematite
i gravitate towards him
i feel him, i feel it
a power, an essence
how we transcend in a moment
find beauty in hopeless
creativity in horror
revolving doors in souls
he took a heart
i took his floor
grounded him in dark
divided his time
to show him more

a power within
words by dominic riccitello
Aug 6, 2017

I’ve been alone in my mind for so long that this void doesn’t frighten me.

words by dominic riccitello
Aug 5, 2017

My hair was blowing in the wind and I thought it was because I was flowing, but instead I was going.

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Aug 4, 2017

i listen to the sound of his voice
it echoes in motions, in hilltops, in voids
and i wonder where pages of his memoir would leave us
i used to feel his arms beneath us
caressing the tones of my core
we hurt each other to take each other
in fields of bodies we twirl
a consciousness in which we weren’t
he touched, yet i felt
the words were at play
metaphors were stuck in daze
mist of our shadows
i leave you armless, without a beat
he trembles and i defeat the sorrow
in which he instilled
dancing in mountains, in greenery
he said two words
i said none
you say love
but in occasion
nothing says more

silence says more than words and echoes
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Aug 3, 2017

i weave through his spine
on a crescent moon night
screaming beneath the twilight
to stand on shells or break the fall
he tangos a heart as he tastes like alcohol
trembling with fault
his eyes flip to the back of his head
he’s singing a song i used to sway with
i’m banging the gong
screaming for a touch of a god
to handle my edges
bring palms of magic
he’s dropping bombs
he’s feeling it all
he’s dancing like a black swan
and i stand with intensity
feet forward and face without horror
he swings his words
whips with force

have you ever taken abuse from a muse
turned it into fuel
tasted his edges
tattooed the pain
and created
magnitude?

c r a z y
words by dominic riccitello
Aug 2, 2017

The clouds turned from pink to grey and that very metaphor defined my life in that very moment.

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 30, 2017

the daylight observes your curves
longing in tradition
we hold ourselves in a memoir of our truth
i turn pages like faces of strangers
kissing backs to the beat of a rain drop
the floor floods with emotions
i told you lies to hold you
playing a violin to fool view
hatred folds arms and i stand at guard
hurting to touch but feigning to fall
we plant the roots in our garden
falling leaves to paint subconscious
i held you as you held us
broken promises in the lush of our trust
throwing bottles of champagne from a penthouse
neither of us should have stood
screaming names at three am
i talked to strangers to feel somewhat
you broke fidelity and i cracked abuse
it was the truth
it was us
a memory of a man in a garden
standing with thorns at edge
kissing hands he was dealt
i blamed you but i blame i
a man in darkness too close to windows
dancing in glass houses
making spices for gardens i killed
instead of thrived in

the ninth letter of the alphabet
words by dominic riccitello