Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Nov 30, 2015
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I dreamt of him and for the first time in awhile I slept throughout the night. Maybe I liked the comfort of being with him. A dream or not, we were together and I guess I didn’t want to let go.
Nov 29, 2015
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masculine  a savage strong with edges words you can’t see breath which could seethe he stood with daylight submerged with night understood rhythms which brought truth his days were you his love was blue which turned gra…
Nov 28, 2015
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i dreamt of you in that blue with your hairs still love which could kill i felt you dancing and twirling pulling and hurling my heart to the floor and then i awoke to a blur of you your voice your smirk rugged hands a f…
Nov 26, 2015
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No poetry. Just thankful. Thank you.
Nov 26, 2015
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he sat by the sea of life where the world turned at the tip of his fingers but in a world where they would never meet where two would pass yet never greet hopeless
Nov 25, 2015
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a thousand and one i sit along your gated fence holding my hand wondering where you went how things could transcend without a tone words a sentence we take simple for granted little things with fading light and when it …
Nov 24, 2015
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I believe for the first time in my life I feel the feeling of not understanding and it’s not scary, it’s terrifying.
Nov 23, 2015
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he’s soft simple elegant lovely quite a divine gentleman his zodiac spoke kind but deep down he was crafted of fire and he would die in your desire to understand rhymes, rhythms how they aligned he would walk in his own…
Nov 22, 2015
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How I’d love for a human to let me forget the feeling of touch. How words slip from my tongue and how necks taste under the stars when lights glare and the city is no more.
Nov 21, 2015
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we went rounds screaming about how you turn evolve from and into we were simple a slight otherworldly with christmas before and a new year after but metaphors speak evil lovely couldn’t and eyes mixed with ice we sat fr…