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  • Jan 3, 2017

    I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.

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  • Jan 2, 2017

    I went into the new year loving myself in different ways, in a different possibility. It was then that I understood things I hadn’t. It was then that I understood people I hadn’t. We work in ways where sometimes we don’t align because our intersections lead us elsewhere. We find ourselves in rapids which lead to lightning, in beds that leave us homesick. We lust after the impetuous, in hopelessness, and sometimes in the reactive.
     
    We like things and people who are bad for us and that’s fine. It’s fine because it’s life. It happens. They exist. We exist. We all exist together in this world where nothing seems to make sense. Where everything is nothing but imaginary because it’s what we imagine it to be. Reality exists and it’s there, but life is what you make it. Your actions ask for it. How you exist is how you exist.
     
    We take every new year and give it a theme because we’re scared of how it could be. You change in the moment, not by years. You be to become and becoming is something which frightens people. Lead by example instead of letting the example lead you. Take this new year and find yourself in people who question it because questioning is how you gain from it.

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  • Jan 1, 2017

    i slip on my tongue
    words you say
    things we’ve done
    fists make rounds
    saliva on the ground
    i wade in a fever of a sea of grief
    two upon a couch with shades of disbelief
    to tango with legs twist or kiss the death i’ll soon to miss
    i hurdle to your please
    emotional abuse became of thee
    you flee at the touch of rapids
    i tango with my hands
    they say it hurts to be, but i said it hurts to become
    we make our waves
    how i slept for days in a daze where no one came
    you slip on cracks
    i slipped on my tongue
    gave two lungs for a blood bath i soon regret
    i used to use commas instead of periods
    semicolons instead of deleted sentences
    how i brought the knife to my neck
    the way you questioned it
    two became one
    you became of none
    killed things i believed in
    i left you in the rapids
    so i could breathe again

    knives and necks
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  • Dec 31, 2016

    Mountains in the distance remind me of you.

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  • Dec 30, 2016

    If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

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  • Dec 29, 2016

    sensations caress
    the tips of our tongues
    bodies become
    i sway your hips
    biting your lips
    kissing your being
    taking you there
    transcending ourselves
    with the touch of a dream
    i held you there
    took you near
    held on with fear
    for that if i lost
    i could never find
    if god exists
    if satan cries
    i said i love you
    you questioned it

    after we lost it all
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  • Dec 26, 2016

    Treasure your time,
    don’t test it.

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  • Dec 25, 2016

    walking the night
    surrender foot steps to the snow
    not a being in sight, but i feel your presence
    ghosts of shadows
    standing beside a lonely reflection
    the silk of your hair
    runs through my mind
    taking your body
    consuming your might
    he walks with conviction
    our anniversary nears the corner
    how i held you through
    with death in the morning
    as i lie in bed
    words you said
    gripping his hands, i reminisce
    the fog slips through
    sensations bruise
    moods turn to cold hard plastic
    horror builds and knees caress
    the chest of your creed
    how greed becomes with money
    you can’t be without becoming
    a way can’t find itself without moving
    an ocean can’t feel unless it’s flowing

    flowing
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  • Dec 22, 2016

    When you know, you know and it flows in your mind like waves. Coming forward as it pulls with the tide. It brings anxiety, terror, and it’s beyond anything plausible.

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  • Dec 21, 2016

    Silence is only awkward if one cannot feel a connection with the other.

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