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Amory Caricia Jul 2017
if butterflies have scales
like fish
than I have rights
to one good wish
a wish to send
a child a dream
to make a damp,
dark nighttime seem
a little spark
to light a flame
to grow a fire
a beast to tame
to kindle courage,
hope and thought
to give a truth
that a wish has bought
  Jun 2017 Amory Caricia
Day
If I could go anywhere in the world
I would go back in time to a little girl,
to myself, at 8 years old,
and make the world seem a little less cold.
I would tell her not to cry
keep her chin up and keep her eyes dry.
I would tell her to love her mother
for she loves you like no other
After this I would travel on
to 14 year old me, thought she was gone.
I would tell her, please don't use the blade
for those scars you make, they will not fade.
Please just go and ask for help
i'd scream at her but she wouldn't yelp
for she thought that this would help her then
couldn't see a future where she'd smile again
next i'd go and visit mom
i'd sit with her and keep her calm
Tell her about the pain i hid
I know she really loved her kid
she didn't see how much i hurt
all she saw were angry spurts
now i'm filled with much regret
wish i could just forget
but adversely we can't go back
as much as i wanted that
moving forward, it will not stop
we just keep on going until we drop
i try to think now what would i say
if future me, came to me today
what would she tell me?
what does she know?
i guess that i will see
when i get there, you know?
Amory Caricia Jun 2017
tender Spirit, tend my spirit
come in and make me new
drift me down a brook of right
the right that I must do

gentle Spirit, whisper peace
come in and give me rest
quiet all my demons now
provoke from me my best

loving Spirit, take my spirit
hold mine next to you
deep inside this mortal shell
place heaven's morning dew
Amory Caricia May 2017
would starlight look better through smoke:
a silver fog of fazed romance?
would flames still burn in hearts of men
if tongues of flames refused to dance?

if glories had been ill-acquired,
would victors have the battle won?
or would they melt like villains do
beneath daylight of pious Sun?

had everything that ever was
been ghastly bones of old defeat,
would everything that is to be
be like the deathbed, on repeat?

you'll never know what's made for you,
we'll never see what we've become
and each sharp cry that ever was
rings blended in a fading hum

if life's a song, then death's the beat
the pulse that we mistake for living
and each advance and each retreat
is punishment that keeps on giving

the darkest wrong to taint the right
the brightest deed shrouded in grief
we never knew when we were here
that gone would grant us sweet relief
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