Words By Dominic Riccitello

We weigh in moments, temporary possibilities. I waiver in desire to feel sensation of a fleeting question. We form meaning in moments, brief starvation of our minds. You either understand possibilities or you question them.

words by dominic riccitello

your teeth upon mine mind beneath the twilight the grip of a light tight to be yours from moonlight till sunrise your arms, the warm it'll always be my heart, your door the stairs to yours i can still feel echoes bright lights of twilight idealistic fixations a broken homicide of his mind we range to decipher romance between despair and desire it was always your name the scent in the eve memories of spinning moments turned broken dishes in the sink tuesday morning was the brink two devils and a street hope is always a beautiful thing thoughts from a tiny couch in longing memory i always found you there down by the street where i met you in the summer of the snake on a street called venice way

the light was too dull words by dominic riccitello

have you ever felt a moment for more than it was dangling in truth before it's gone wading in a rapid before it pulls too hard

i used to touch lips to feel the depth of others to taste the skin of the sweat which lead to others i dangle in thought from a rope i hold with legs crossed and a neck far too long

the ground pulses from barren tips somewhat like the feeling of this temptation builds to bring forth sin the taste of more a taste of you

and the navy blue hue of the mountains in the distance which remind me of songs in motions moments in rotation in the back of my mind like spinning wheels previews of memories which burn like slow moving moments twined in the back of–

some things are better left unfinished words by dominic riccitello

the power it drips a melancholy twist i feel so heavenly in a place where i feel sorrow

words by dominic riccitello

words by dominic riccitello

twisting on edges of my tongue using words you dream of to touch my back to feel my neck it feels almost like a second chance i'm spinning on streets of my mind wandering to wonder if this is right i seem to feel at ease with arms bending in ways i've never known to touch wind, to fill with sin we seem to like it there's no wrong to right or wrong in my mind it feels as broken as vases against the wall waves against my mind the rapids take like alcohol bakes into what i know your death is what i know melancholy breaks in hindsight nostalgia takes to bend clockwise we dance in thought of what could be to long for what should have been relationships fold bats only fly in the night two beings under the moonlight to cry a thousand cries i die in revelations to kill or ache with them your eyes and mine two and the twilight we break in moments relationships have deadlines we sing in our time questioning if this is quite benight we read between the lines and decide when time is right

yet we felt like this words by dominic riccitello

i'm lying on ends of night twisting turns on beds that once felt nice kissed the hands of many like wet malachite and i twirl in and out taking photos with my mind i'm lying in a coma and it seems all but right making lefts to take edges words and rhythm, wealth seems to be nothing to tango in the thought of everything it's so tempting to be on flight to twirl in power, but feel no emotion talk in tongues because they can't feel the feeling of this to understand what this is and i take no bliss to bed feels like a coma, so dark in here and i bare the thought to speak rather rhyme in pure poetry to die like this would be my heaven to take the feeling of flying to touch the air would be something the clock ticks and the corners keep pulling have you ever fallen asleep in pure hostility? to break in edges to break beds to smash plates at walls the power to feel it all yet say nothing i dance in my emotions a drug to feel something hidden sentences in paragraphs the humming is all but haunting words said came crashing yet it was far too long, far too fast a million miles too stretched the oceans once spoke and i listened to everything

to have everything yet nothing words by dominic riccitello

i waver in question broken transitions a wild hesitation we echo in our moments longing for something worth living two seconds and a speak words, how you believe they have meaning we frolic in our divided rooms burning fumes on our desires the damaged conversations couch of chaos two and a beat words thrown at the ceiling i die to live in moments to be broken by division transcend in echoes worth having we die in time everyone does its up to you to find the beat it’s up to you to find meaning to find meaning in your living room words by dominic riccitello

i turn to key your words against my knees i bend in motion to create ocean within thoughts your eyes behind mine i frolic between fine lines white noise of your cries echoes in thoughts transcend we’re wavering on bumps calluses of our skin your door awakens i can finally breathe it feels like just between you and i tangos in screams your neck is what killed me little white lies little fine lines we make movement in time pauses between chaos and rhyme we work in thought two and a head spinning in question to be or to break to think or to ache it was always orange the color of things that never made sense hell which we questioned

i was tired words by dominic riccitello

i lie before myself standing on fine lines and bright lights how i used to hold myself we stand at edge right bouncing from rhyme to rhyme you were my wine my late nights, ambien and cries my ambient light

we bent in thought i danced without cause it was all but a was we take chances in fire to feel less than holy in our iron a deadly lighter man stuck between dividers hell bent on reflection we bend to go deeper twisting bodies to remain that all remains remnant in cause of to be one with sanity vibrations of you touch of your hand the alchemy of our horizon mountains in the distance only remind me shades of blue the patchouli, your scent two necks in a coil three sheets to the wind broken wine glasses at roosterfish

we mend in moments little things said and we reflect nostalgia sometimes kills yet i like the pain of remembrance history of are our only memories to be one with or to be without lips on a forehead little things are sometimes everything

roosterfish words by dominic riccitello

i lie into you in a dark lit room hands across, tangled beside i hold to weep, strings you keep we tangle in thought beside two hearts to be in motion without hesitation i die for you in summer on cold nights i remember you beside me, us as we overshadowed by versions of me i move in motions lost translations we break the mold of what could be to form a reality of what is and i say without indecision to create something worth forming thoughts and desire mixed with a loss of friction words make sense if you let them your lips made sense if i had let them

tongues twist and so do necks on dark summer nights i used to love you yet only around midnight

tangled threads words by dominic riccitello

i touch you in echoes in broken pieces to stand before myself in our darkest evening or break or fall or to stand in place of it all mirrors seem to crack seams begin to unravel

i lie in our moment wondering if wandering goes too far we eclipse into memories i always get lost in here always seem to stray from where we should be

and i’m skipping on cracks breaking bricks in mix of thoughts and this broken grips can only take you so far lungs without breath never make sense and i’m burning in this desire like tires of ’74

thoughts occur on occasion persuasion is a deadly fire words can tango between fingers like follicles of your hair things said only fall deeper words can break things can bend we can extend yet i’ll pretend that all good things truly end

fires of 1974 words by dominic riccitello

i follow the steps you left on a summer side midnight i caress you're shaken and i'm shallow in depth with waves i can't pull through

we're diving and i'm 32 do you know what this feels like? to be everywhere but with you i shake to feel sullen blues shades of 22 your mind and i contested in bright lights twists between then and this

you dive like midnight shadows of corners from the break of daylight i can still smell the coffee beans from tuesday morning we revel in a type of madness one with twists another with bittersweet bliss

we reminisce in moments to feel something thoughts of becoming i can’t tell you why yet i recall your mind those tired eyes deep fires of our midnight

we turn in our desires switching between haywire and gunfire to feel a sort of bliss we become stuck in abyss to taste fuel of what was that is no longer what is

how it felt to be 22 words by dominic riccitello

i transcend in bits in dire twists in fragments we attach ourselves in the slightest details of our desires forming fires and liars relationships always expire

in death we kiss swaying in bliss two bits and a tease words against my knees i paint you darkened poetry slicing your tongue so you can breathe

we sleep in oasis dreaming of mauritius we break knees to twist shift gears to drift away from nights on top of mountains screaming names we can hardly remember have you ever sent roses and had them retuned to sender?

embers sleep like you and we words against a chest pressed upon a beat we make moments out of memories scream names for sense all things eventually end as does our heartbeat

return to sender words by dominic riccitello

words by dominic riccitello

words by dominic riccitello

i dive between your lips how i love to feel melancholy bliss words seem to exist between short breaths i gasp forth for dances in forests between rocks and saltwater we revel in a deepened madness one which was casually frolicked through shaded by versions of you loss of your rear view mirror words which broke became clearer things said shift forward like the years in the corner broken breaths in the distance lips on your neck such aggressive fingers i transcend in danger linger between hello and beaux things make sense if you let them we take two words and form meaning you either listen or you move position it was always hello even if our conditions never listened tongues never twisted and i never met you francisco

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