Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Aug 31, 2016
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I love him. So much. To the point where you won’t understand. You don’t get it because I don’t get it. It’s there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades wit…
Aug 30, 2016
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i wade with a dream you between my knees a kiss between the eyes happiness runs it only lasts so long i stand before you the doors you spin all the things i said, i meant all the things i yelled, i lied i loved you, i n…
Aug 28, 2016
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You don’t need them. It’s that simple. But for some reason it’s complex. It’s difficult. It’s dangerous. We can’t seem to fathom it.
Aug 27, 2016
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i tumble for two the poetry was for one i consumed his being licked the blood clean from the scars he sliced for me dicing my heart in a blender holding things together for nothing other than my own i play in the sanity…
Aug 24, 2016
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tears with a tune a swollen eve the meadow in the distance to cry when you sleep i sling with a haze yellow stricken yesterday ears shaded voices caving a hostile sheen words which feign for your soul before your legs c…
Aug 22, 2016
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You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.
Aug 21, 2016
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Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.
Aug 20, 2016
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I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxio…
Aug 18, 2016
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i feel it fading four times too far the body caves in a reach for yesterday i pause with release the chemicals run through pulse within my brain the burn, it pulls i scar with ease the feelings which used to– i feel use…
Aug 17, 2016
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he fell out while i fell in twirling to death succumbing to death he plays in blood the bath of ever apples and knives love so divine i scream pleasures throwing onto our bodies go round finding ourselves in a world of …