words by dominic riccitello

Jul 29, 2017

i stand in virtue of my truth
observing emotions i held for you
we black to our past
wading in the memories i had
avant-garde, but every guard
i hear the frogs in the meadows
calling for a winter freeze
building walls instead of trees
we wake in our spring to fake ourselves
destroying an essence we had
burning the candles for our false hope
whiskey and rocks never tasted less than fuel
we dance on clouds
a floating atmosphere
full of deceit, lies and helpless beings
i long for my youth
a naive boy standing in his living room
before a mirror told him lies
his mind played tricks
men made fists
drinks tasted like bliss
and the lips of his muse
made him write this

i wrote this for you
words by dominic riccitello
Jul 28, 2017

I didn’t love until rejection which said nothing about him, but everything about me.

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 27, 2017

i write to the tune of you
sipping pinot from balconies
in the mist of the night
overlooking cities in the distance
i transform this moment
thoughts of you
dipped in blue
to kiss you
would be
a second
a thriving
a lifetime
between our fingers
you seethe this
to touch us
in universes which don’t exist
a desire consumed
we broke blue
chose our hues
you and i
were not to fuse

in our hues
words by dominic riccitello
Jul 26, 2017

I wasn’t alive until it was over and that’s when I realized sometimes love isn’t forever. It’s forever instilled in a moment for us to become alive.

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 25, 2017

i lie in your eyes
bathing in the sand i swept
from your closet doors
i hang on words you say
kissing demons in the divide
we died on the rooftops of our love
banging gongs to vibrate the truth
sipping wine to mute thoughts
silence to become one
but assumptions were wrong
lives were cost
i died in the truth of our moment
kissing teeth instead of lips
twisting tongues like a god
who ran from his own
we dined with an oasis
a mirage of ourselves
loving the moment we engraved
a lie we instilled
walls we built
trenches we bathed in

bathing in our mirage
words by dominic riccitello
Jul 25, 2017

I don’t write poetry. I reiterate conversations.

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 24, 2017

dying in your arms
with thoughts at bay
screaming your name
the pain in our stay
i hear the white noise
fueling your fire
with rocks in riots
voices in the quiet
whispers against my skin
resisting yet resorting
to the shallow depth of our sea
i sway in the wind
with you i sin
in your lies i’m in pain
a sadness a soul brings
because a mind can’t speak
in the sense of a stubborn man
i screamed your name
but you said
you can’t hear in the dark

a man in the dark
words by dominic riccitello
Jul 23, 2017

We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 22, 2017

A darkness is something I admire. The beauty to experience an evil.

words by dominic riccitello
Jul 21, 2017

reflecting on water on this
sullen in bits
in damp kisses
darkened eyes in a drunken bliss
crying on rivers
filling thoughts with sand
we touch our tips
swinging from vine to fine line
creating lies to hold ourselves
from view
from truth
an indigo love
with gray skies
sad highs

sad truth
words by dominic riccitello