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DominicRiccitello
DominicRiccitello
35/M/Los Angeles A collection of conversations between friends, flings, acquaintances, lost souls and people of my past. I write to understand why things happened the way they did. Original quotes and poetry by Dominic Riccitello.
in these moments i feel this how it used to be seconds before the wind blew like this we rise from conversations we had in the before in the details in the moments where i could say what i wanted before it broke before the silence started filling in the spaces we didn’t name we melt into fine lines and lost rights echoes and some quiet resilience i’m broken by all of these things a beautiful defeat weakened wings and tired ceilings i break to find these late nights my glass of virtue splintered pieces i still try to hold like they mean something fingers atop yours how we melt together like we’ve done this before like memory lives in the skin i think you’re afraid i feel like something whole so embodied in who i am like i’ve finally stepped into it does that scare you it doesn’t scare me not anymore down by the fence on the way to wade by the tree where everything feels slower like time forgets to move i touch you in that moment where fingers learn to grasp they interlock and hesitate for just a second like they know this matters and i know you question those feelings of how we’re supposed to be what this is allowed to become if we let it but something pulls deeper than thought and my lips speak before i can stop them can you question it when it feels like this i know you feel it the reeling the way it catches in your chest like breath you didn’t mean to hold how time bends and my eyes found what they were looking for all along in the smallest movement in the way you look back like you almost understand i write these words to leave you here for you to read in the streets that hold me where i drift into sleep where everything echoes softer but still finds its way back to you still touching your sides like memory doesn’t need permission it feels like heaven to feel it here even if it’s temporary even if it slips i barely know your name yet i like the feeling of you right here like something i wasn’t meant to keep but was meant to feel and maybe that’s enough maybe that’s all this ever was just a moment that knew it wouldn’t last and stayed anyway
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC
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in these moments i feel this how it used to be seconds before the wind blew like this we rise from conversations we had in the before in the details in the moments where i could say what i wanted before it broke before the silence started filling in the spaces we didn’t name we melt into fine lines and lost rights echoes and some quiet resilience i’m broken by all of these things a beautiful defeat weakened wings and tired ceilings i break to find these late nights my glass of virtue splintered pieces i still try to hold like they mean something fingers atop yours how we melt together like we’ve done this before like memory lives in the skin i think you’re afraid i feel like something whole so embodied in who i am like i’ve finally stepped into it does that scare you it doesn’t scare me not anymore down by the fence on the way to wade by the tree where everything feels slower like time forgets to move i touch you in that moment where fingers learn to grasp they interlock and hesitate for just a second like they know this matters and i know you question those feelings of how we’re supposed to be what this is allowed to become if we let it but something pulls deeper than thought and my lips speak before i can stop them can you question it when it feels like this i know you feel it the reeling the way it catches in your chest like breath you didn’t mean to hold how time bends and my eyes found what they were looking for all along in the smallest movement in the way you look back like you almost understand i write these words to leave you here for you to read in the streets that hold me where i drift into sleep where everything echoes softer but still finds its way back to you still touching your sides like memory doesn’t need permission it feels like heaven to feel it here even if it’s temporary even if it slips i barely know your name yet i like the feeling of you right here like something i wasn’t meant to keep but was meant to feel and maybe that’s enough maybe that’s all this ever was just a moment that knew it wouldn’t last and stayed anyway
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i descend into what i believe to transcend into moments of you like dark hues under eyes i used to pour into i break into motions with men i fought on a darkened end of streets where i scoured to find signs in the night like which way to write, which way was right and i prose you in thought a slumber in deep hum a hymn to a rhythm, a tango i once fought in front of desire and passion the way you hold a lighter in echoed moments from mountains atop midnight where i eclipse my mind and transcend to find out how i used to sleep at night in dire moments with a rhythm of you as we’re slow dancing to a cause i fail to see yet hide to ignore because beauty sees and the ego hides in what it wants like melting with you holding onto past mirages of men in might in false knight armor darkened elixirs to bring desire i paint you a picture for what you want to see i breathe you into a world where i paint you to be how i’d like to see how i’d like you to be how the fog at night masked you to be in summer of thirteen
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
how i painted you to be
running on lines i told myself in echo of where i was when time was fine like ruins in my brain from days where a daze was all i had but i’m dancing in oasis yet some call it purgatory i think of it more as if it’s harmony a soul and mine combined to find ideas i used to tell myself in night where shadows crept upon dying was beside me it was like fine wine but cheap wine got us drunk faster into you before i and i watched as you twirled in and out of consciousness ignoring unrequited bliss and he was a preacher who talked upon himself a hardness, a leather blue sheets at night with the moon of bronson talking to us from cemeteries we used to lie under with voices in night i still talk to you i still talk at you and it was always for you like love in light wine in night shadows i used to hide like pride on my tongue how i used to give you it all as if its high tide and you needed mine to breathe at night
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
high tide as you feed on i