Thoughts and Writings

Anthony Manco, 26, this is where it happens

[amanco]

I watched as the night sky slowly, beautifully, expectedly  shifted from one side of the sky  to the other, a choreography words cannot douse, I watched as time crept forward an invisible clock, my heart beats as the constellations fill my eyes, I remain still, timeless to the stare I see the innocence behind the beautiful eyes I wish I could call mine, full of life and beyond my selfish touch, a steady peace I have forgotten and now rekindled at the scent of the tree breeze I've grow to love, my footsteps dry to the smile the vibrant strands clear the pain but take away in piece, solace is but a vivid picture dense in creation and as far away as the stars, calloused fingers bleed in tale and paint the cues to match what I refuse to believe in trapped behind her emotion I level myself to the plane and wonder if I'm a dream, created from dust to fill the holes a missing note in her song the temporal smile lifted in flawless movement I'm distant as I search reliving the past like a book, I wish the voices to simmer the insecurities to bury I wish for something to believe in as my eyes readjust in sense to the only light that blinds me...

[amanco]

We echo in emotion Through a pen’s humble disease Clung to life, senses take form Unmarked spaces lapse in awe A canvas forged, spilt in floods Splashed imprints settled in ink Dreams materialize, a reality untouched In the recesses of the minds ocean A depth unreached A vision obscure A melody unhinged Faint notes line in aperture Can we see what vision lacks Or hide behind curtains entranced On heavy eyes, bled in color The envy of a paperless solitude We lay on broken beds Hand reached, clasped on cue While we hum another World bathed in words

[amanco]

Time makes waves in cycles doubted In fashion we flee in content In repetition, in a motionless song In voices placed behind a hazel glaze Figures bend in sound, in curved sentences We make rivers out of hands Interlocking mutters in view, pathed These thoughts alone, feeling worn I don't blink when I repeat in ticks

[amanco]

Weightless

Stirred to the core and with-done We riddle in pretense, a fingers shutter The cusp in doubt, entailed Floated stirs fill in stammered beat We sense in impression Pressed upon silhouettes Made valued in key, sealed Paper bound reflections encased And licked on a teethed shred Corners exist to, and from without To an arrowed withdraw, in sense But made symmetric within right, Gasped amidst a lips remorse But lined in a lillies whimper, Sounds embark to a lifeless grin I stammer my course perception I time in loss, reveled to incur These winds aren't the same, These streams wail to heel And foot front abode, reaching Paced endless, chosen in trust Leaded tips in forward press And strained tongues beseech Dense in reason, void of detail A night-less symphony, beating

[amanco]

Like the scent of pine Or wine spilt over and done, The torment of time, Stripped down to an outline A leg shake, shooken Vibrations latch onto meaning The atoned state of lead A marker poised in dry Fed at the feet, another deceit Oh how the days chime In absolute, a hangman’s curse The broken tongues final word

[shaktichu]

asking the poet why he hasn’t written recently

he pauses for a moment and says tentatively

i think, perhaps, i feel too much reality

[amanco]

Hmm..

A thousand whispers and sensitive blue, the prints on my fingers vanish the sense of an effortless touch, emanating beauty, the cost of the nights sky, beated drops of an ocean filled in an eyes glance, my heart whimpers the echo, I’m distant to the sound, a shivered spine, voiced to the march of perfection. She is the only breeze I feel the simple breathes I take, the soft voice I’ve dreamt of, yet felt unarmed, uncalled to the cadence of a bruised smile, where is she..  A chapter in need of time, love untended, tender hides hidden, the rivers flow to follow. A heart marked for the soft kiss of loss, memories name can’t erase the clutch. She is loves grasp, the effortless blue eyes of the ocean's trance, the strings tied and the knotted beat, a time clock in tune. I hear no other, I’m drawn in to chord, a soft tingle on the tongue, my words embrace her smile, she is the perfection of words, the carved tree that spells us in poem the song synced, the rhythm of apology. A shaken lips novel, box wrapped to the subtle hum, she is loves gift..

[amanco]

I'm about to lose my fucking mind

[amanco]

theplotneedsmorebourbon replied to your post: A constant repetition ensued, subconscious marks...

Oh my God he wrote a poem!

hahaha I know, it's been a while

[amanco]

A constant repetition ensued, subconscious marks pointed in arrival drained in action forced under a dream, the shadows under my eyes tell of tale followed in the grip of a subtle mimic, transverse, scripted, created in a boxed beat colored in reality, with each click, each echo shaken to the foundation, a rhythm that follows time as if it always has, sequenced results speak unanswered lined in queue and ignored unwillingly, a feeble rush taken in dose weightless in soul rung out to dry noted to detail, swollen to thought debilitation resulted In substance a blinded notion, a cognizant strength unrecognizable through the glass, the see through misconception tied in course thread held tight in anticipation, the imperfection of alternate eyes, an inebriated taint held in the heavy tone of a crafted reflection, where as actuality only exists in flaw.

[amanco]

Walk across and between  the roads that fade the distant grey that portray and heresay the scent clenched breeze of tampered bone and teeth, dismayed temperance mends a mind glorified in recollection calloused by the past or passed novelistic trends, a sheild held up by screw blocking candle lit notion, we read from the veins the colors that flow from the eyes we never see, the heel clicking cleanse from the half empty boot weakens at the dispense of an avid dreamer, or the silver showers that touch the skin to the stars of tomorrow, the rhetoric sarcasm that blends the ears to the shadowed seams of the singing minds echo, but what you want to say isnt touched by the spirit of words

[amanco]

Song-less

Hidden sheets aspire in note, tongues twist together on a slanted beat, the ambiance of tune-less perfection harmonized to the sync of a lousy ear, palms leak in weary runs, sharp eyed strung, a chord voiced on a faded line heard in times trough, etching the back track, a window shined, these prints of memorys avid condense, rested bewteen the fret of a clouded cue, stories tremble in tone ascending in whisper, resounding in an echos silence,  the lips licked in vibrato, the never ending legato connected to the warmth of that keyed flat smile, the pulsing heart out-reaching to the tips, of that catchy finger-strum..

[amanco]

So is anyone else pissed that Carly didnt win xfactor?

[amanco]

A spirit walked on opened corridors viewed in lengths arm, poised friction based finger tips paint the walls the hymn sheared flow, the reticent hum filled between wrists, lone bending and smile an earshot perceived through a carpets tear, whispered steps fill the air, breathed in full exhaled in delicate, shivered lips fragile unspoken sins curse the words, lineless echoed walls dance in tune time relapsed, these motions in slow repetition in two, unwritten? miles of paper trail, oceans of ink steps caressive turns pattern the rotation of tongue A hand lit embrace, the tide of a sonnets beat the gesture of a hand that remains in motion, only (un)written to see

[amanco]

It's vision draped in glare enshrouded and remissed,   or a blurred collection unsolved, in time, placed between each mark, a table timed on crooked legs, mute stares regress unhinged, unsound specious in context invalid in perfection's entirety, filmed windows revolve on serpentine frames hindered, the reticent howls of retaliation from within the white walls crossed in blank corners signed on fingers point, shook toward and etched in absence the shuttered collapse in flow, a poised entrapment tethered broken down and sinuous riveting forth in mislead, the intrinsic embodiment expose, decant down the pulsation of an arm foreign from the crevice of a hand, a stillness heard, an echo dropped, the tonic breath sighed over each enclosure.

[amanco]

[amanco]

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul.

Carl Jung