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@wordsbydominic
Hey guys! I’ve moved over to Wordpress and started posting on my own site now after 13 years on here.
You can find me at ByDominic.com if you would like to keep up with my work. I don't know how many of you are still here since this has slowed down over the past few years.
I’m hoping to finally release my book this year so I wanted a bit more freedom with website control and what I can share with everyone via email subscribers. ❤️
to bask into motions creating stones from ashes have you ever felt quiet in a storm of emotion we break into thought daring to be forth i create in nights often around midnight wondering if you’d be here under the street light of our time stuck between vices in decades of temperance and chaos i painted you to be with shadows and a melody two upon we on july thirteenth wading in scenes where we spoke in a cemetery of ever under pressure under tension you say i instead of we because in the end all things end and all you have are moments between me, myself and i doors open and some end
6000 santa monica words by dominic riccitello
i wade into versions of you breaking to be tangled between the thought of you we’re spinning in circles between decades and versions i lay one down beneath the fumes to listen for echoes a darkened temptation have you ever spun all night stuck in motions screaming into white noise rocks are not always jagged reasons don’t always find meaning in night some speak tongues to you is to behold truths are scarier than our past i ask for you to feel the details the wind beneath you songs in the distance ripples in the water did the tears fill the pond your movements were always too calm
rippled water words by dominic riccitello
clock hands dance in a ceaseless flow we seem to twirl beside stop and go i find myself feigning in moments twisting on lips between skips i hear the clock do you hear the click? we’re spinning in evanescence time fades before it flows i work in ways where we don’t align i’m finding time between versions of you we sway in oasis burning for previous conversations i converse in a type of rhyme between you and i i see echoes in things to feel the vibrations of moments between candle lit diners in the franklin village i believed in words to believe in you like clowns in a tiny car with an empty tank of gasoline things make sense if you let them versions of us tango in living rooms bouncing from mind to mind yours were different a type of barbaric these moments come yet swiftly go memories fade like morning dew a thousand miles yet i dance to continue remember how i always i told you we were a different version of blue
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i lie into the thought of a dark lit room hands across, tangled beside to be aside the warmth of you
i hold to see, strings we keep before i tangle i rhyme in thought with two hearts to be in motion without hesitation i used to die for you in summer on cold nights i remember you beside me, us as we to frolic in sessions from dusk til daylight the wind only speaks if you listen ever so carefully
i mask in your chambers with doors locked how we left them i see you between the shades of a summer time west side coffee beans from tuesday morning clouds in my ears and death in evenings i chance on my wine thinking of all the times
we bask in our nostalgia to remember things how we leave them have you ever thought of a moment as it leaves you i believe in time how it speaks in weight two between sheets of memories the warmth sometimes burns ice ever so calmly melts coldness comes with changes but time always has a way to heal
to melt with you words by dominic riccitello
Money doesn’t make you happy. It makes you feel powerful, and in turn, you equate control with happiness, creating a compelling illusion of fulfillment.
words by dominic riccitello
i etch you in dreams yet you can’t see time walks past as if it had folded over itself if we had never met like i was never yours
this time i woke up before you could leave again
words by dominic riccitello
streetlights flickered or maybe it was just my breath shallow, waiting caught between then and now you were never good at goodbyes but you were always great at leaving
words by dominic riccitello
There was a softness in goodbye, but it never softened the absence.
words by dominic riccitello
you stood in the doorway half in shadow half in leaving i tried to hold the moment but time is never kind to hands that hesitate by the time i found the words time was already fleeting
words by dominic riccitello
Somewhere between the pause in your breath and the length between our fingers, I almost asked you to stay.
words by dominic riccitello
I love running through rain because it reminds me of how I felt with you.
words by dominic riccitello
to walk the edge i call to name three beats too hard they say if you go back there’s no one to go back to i frolic in this motion in a sense of chaos we create in time which is left motionless
it’s beyond you and i belonging to fine light darkness in shadows cling to memories like emotion in longing
you break to feign create mishap in memory childhood bliss only takes from what you give you make motion in ever music which belongs to feet dancing in tune in a backseat you once knew
the distance, it pleads does anyone ever know where you go when you go mirrors crack and the pieces leave a type of shard you almost need
when you long to be please create this motion in memory to be ten in forty some would die to be thirty yet when you fall back to there’s no one there beyond the longing a time within desire and bliss stolen bits a clock which is stuck in this
we stand forth for breaking down walls but letting bricks expose themselves time once moves but it stops before you transcend to
make movement in reverie but let the moment exist outside of when the days pass there’s nothing to go back to you create happiness in the moment dance with a beat to create each day worth more than the previous
nothing to go back to words by dominic riccitello
to lie at edge to find time between breathing i frolic from side to side feel avant-garde at the guard's rails wondering from street light to homicide dark on my right nights in technicolor to wander from left to right to left to be in question of desire i said to be a broken man we twist in ages in ways wires can’t mend i question sanity in our fire
two and a beat words you threw at ceilings fences in tango between birthright and center-right two understand the meaning beautiful things occasionally never mean anything our iron never meant hands could never bend through fences with holes too tight to dance your eyes and mine three glasses one at ten and two at two it was always you dreams in density vibrance, temptations screams in ambient nights eleven only means what you believe it does words take meaning when you see how far i can fade into you in your dark white shirt three feet ahead
to ricochet is to be the warmth two and a beat i told you there was meaning wet lips of your neck beautiful things never said
from time to time 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.
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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