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Fabrizio (Fab) Ricciardi

Fab Ricciardi is a freelance writer, entrepreneur/inventor, a published poet, and aspiring playwright.

Born in Milan, Italy in 1962, he is presently residing in Toronto, Canada.

He graduated with a diploma in Computer programming and

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 12 of 576
Spontaneous CombustionSpontaneous combustion,of a tormented soul,mixing fuel into a fire,burning out of control.Ashes and smoke,clouding my senses,indecent exposureto the windows of my soul.Into the abyss, a deep, dark fall,fearless tolerance to blind ignorance,visual disbelief,yet, the eyes see all.Spontaneous combustion,an ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 46 of 1201
Here and NowLife is here,Life is now,Don't live in the past.Could you undo what is now done?Could you not say what has now been said?You would if you could, but you can't..Life is now, live it with no regret.Say what you feel,Not what they tell you to say.Do what you think is right,Not what they want you to do.Life is now, li... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering love: 13 of 163
Thinking of YouI stare through the windowJust thinking of youYour face, your eyesJust you.I dream of the days and nightsThat we had shared togetherBut then I wakeAnd you're not there.So I go backTo thinking of youYour face, your eyesJust you.The old times and those happy momentsFlash right by me without a traceOur song now pl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 24 of 300
Waste of TimeThree in the morningTossing and turningThe last three, four hoursTotal waste of time.Cannot stand to hearUnbearable, relentlessTicking of the clock.The last words spokenWalking out the door,Echoing in my head.Another sleepless night,Memories and pictures of days gone byKaleidoscopically twistingInside my daydream... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 31 of 303
High Before I DieToxic chemicalsClouding my existenceForbidden pausesDelaying my realityOnce againDepriving my sensesAnother nightI finally sedateMyself to sleepI'm fighting itBut my eyes far too heavyTo remain openItching and scratchingMyself to sleepThe pills orThe boozeWhich fair maidenWill tuck me in tonight?Poisonous ven... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cheating: 19 of 169
PlayerTruly, you are a liar,A true player,Recapture the moment,Destroying true life.Denial and disbeliefLive here,Been stabbed by your lies,Truth no longer lives here.Ballpark filled with deception,Stadium full of lies,Dreams no longer dance here,Dance card is full.Playing field is filled,Full of bullshitters and liars,Full o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trains: 2 of 16
See YaRiding on a trainBound for nowhereDon't care where I came fromDon't care where I'm goingReflections of my lifeZooming byFlashing by the windowFrame by frameFlashing back on a trainA trainBound for nowhereNowhereAnywhereWhereverSeems a better placeA better placeThan being with youSee ya! More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Apologies: 10 of 77
Too Late?Watched another sunsetTurning into another sunriseAloneSo tired How much longerCan I go on?My bed so cold and emptyWithout you by my sideWhat could I sayTo have it all againI'm sorry, girlIs it too late?I've come to my sensesI wish you could believe meCommunication was the problemYou were talkingI was not listeningTa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Racism: 7 of 50
PrejudiceBlack, white,Yellow, red, orGreen,What does all this mean?Is not your bloodAs red as mine?Do tears roll downLike mine do, when I cry?You said you'd be my friendRight down the bitter end,I'm a little scared now,Please, just hold my hand.Don't quite know why.They just won't let us be,They all sayYou're so different fro... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 37 of 260
Empty PageHey Poet,What do you seeWhen you se an empty page?Do you look for a penWith which to write about the rage?OrSimply stay in your placeAnd stare into spaceAnd remind your mindTo go back and rewind,And the play and replay,Events, places or thingsThat you seen, heard or felt beforeWithout a care, or dare,To findPunctuat... More..