Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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May 28, 2015
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I never truly valued moments until I came to the realization that one day I may never be able to stroke your hair.
May 27, 2015
“I write to understand why things happened the way they did.” this really inspires me. I am just starting to become comfortable enough to share my writing and work in a public forum, but I’m not comfortable enough to fully identify myself as the author. I don’t know if it’s perfectionism, fear of inadequacy, or the intimate nature of most of the things I write, but I don’t share often. When I read that, it hit me that I not only write to understand, but maybe to be understood as well. Thank you. poem image

“I write to understand why things happened the way they did.” this really inspires me. I am just starting to become comfortable enough to share my writing and work in a public forum, but I’m not comfortable enough to fully identify myself as the author. I don’t know if it’s perfectionism, fear of inadequacy, or the intimate nature of most of the things I write, but I don’t share often. When I read that, it hit me that I not only write to understand, but maybe to be understood as well. Thank you.

Thank you! I was the same way for along time. Whether it’s shit or not – you learn, you grow and no one else’s opinion really matters unless you let it. Fuck ‘em, post it. Identify yourself. You are you.
May 27, 2015
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embers of our fire desire of life the one who seems forgotten stuck between a life of nothing we were two beside none one beside love a dove and a crow the words you thought nothing of we were, but always transcended be…
May 25, 2015
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I told him I wrote a few poems about him and he just smiled. Little did he know I meant a few thousand.
May 25, 2015
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I felt at home even though I knew he wasn’t home.
May 23, 2015
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It’s bizarre and truly sad how connected yet disconnected this generation is.
May 23, 2015
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i loved a man with eyes of glass dark like stance warm chamber hands he spoke with grooves flowed with you’s held his own yet followed you beside his darkest he dabbled looked crept upon the bluest his sky was graceful …
May 22, 2015
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They told me not to write about him, but how do I write without a muse?
May 21, 2015
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Love comes and goes, it grows and knows and when it knows, it knows. Just let it flow and all will come… or go.
May 20, 2015
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You’re supposed to grow. Not be the same person you were a year, a month, a minute, two seconds ago.