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A second chance is not an act of mercy
but a belief
that the human soul
can do better.
When I hold your life
in the palms of my hands
do not make me clench
them into fists-
you have cracked your heart
and I will not clean up
the pieces
and the cold dark dust
that explodes
at the end of every disaster.
Why We Let Go
This should be longer but this was basically the entire thing... hard to explain. I wouldn't be able to add more without it seeming superfluous. 
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I can't help but to feel
that I took the fall
because I could take the fall.
I am still golden.

Maybe you needed a crutch.
You couldn't have made it this far without it.

I've come so far
and I've grown so much,
learning how to be happy with humanity's abstract concepts.

But I imagine you flying with invisible wings
and I wonder why I don't have wings
when I've worked so hard and so long to get them.
Wasn't it my goal to fly?

If you didn't have those wings, I'd imagine that you'd plummet.

But I'm so afraid
that if you couldn't fly
you would still be able to walk.
Empathy is an art, and like all forms of creativity
I have to unleash it- I need it,
as I'm sitting in the corner
talking about creative robots,
sparkling memories,
social constructs,
divine beings,
fingers, colors, names
I need to know, why
why do you come over and ask if I'm okay?
Why do you care that I'm not talking to everyone?
Why can't you read my emotions?
Why can't you tell that I'm happy.

Empathy is a skill, and like all forms of skill,
it must be trained,
but as we charge through the darkest storms
we learn how to spot others. So,
why does it feel like you
are a man-made machine?
Do you think about these things?
Why are you programmed to state the hour,
every hour,
and why are coded patterns of statements and questions
emanating from your presence?
Why does it feel as if my world is gone,
as I swallow the taste of iron
to prevent it from slipping down my mouth
where conveyor belts wait.

Empathy is a word, and like all words,
it is insignificant.
Hot breath hugging the curve of the golden apple...
I wouldn't hesitate to bite.

And that's the most I would do...


My skin can be this delicious.
A marinade flowing between us, a bridge of savor.

Exhaling oxygen.
Our breaths a seesaw,
a rocking horse,
the layer of purity beneath innocence
chipped away in the heat.
Call me back, like you always do,
you never hesitate to give me a ring.
Make me dance and make me laugh,
and you can even try to make me sing.
You're always high above my head,
secretly giving me everything,
so call me back like you always do,
call me back with those puppet strings.

Like a candle, that old handle
sends a mighty fire to me.
When I feel your hand, I understand
the reasons why we're meant to be.
We move together, I don't know whether
or not you're feeling the same thing,
but one thing's for sure, that there's nothing more
than what I've got, nothing in being free.

You've got to call me back, like you always do,
no matter how many splinters you get.
Don't just leave me, please retrieve me
if you ever happen to forget.
I might be over thinking it all,
because nothing wrong has happened yet.
But call me back, like you always do,
just please, please call me back.
Oh my god Antigone is amazing. The sass levels.

Guard: May I speak? Or shall I just turn and go?
Creon: Do you not know that even now your voice offends?
Guard: Is your smart in the ears or in the soul? 
Creon: And why would you define the seat of my pain?
Guard: The doer vexes your mind, I your ears.
Creon: Ah, you are a born babbler, it's easy to see.
Guard: Maybe but never the doer of this deed.
Creon: More too, the seller of your life for silver.
Guard: Alas, it's truly sad that he who judges should misjudge.

Also 

Ismene: But will you slay the betrothed of your own son?
Creon: There are other fields for him to plow.

Ohhhhh snaaap

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My favorite color is orange. I love pancakes. It is stupid if anyone eats pancakes without syrup.
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:iconayeaye12:
AyeAye12 Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2014  Student Writer
Thanks for the delicious llama!
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Cato-chan Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2014
Thanks for the delicious comment~
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2014  Student Writer
xP
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Cato-chan Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2014
Umm Ian how have you been by the way..?
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your-first-boyfriend Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Who made your icon omgg
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Cato-chan Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014
I did!
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your-first-boyfriend Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
ee, it's adorable :la:
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Cato-chan Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014
Really? :iconinamifaceplz:
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smalltownsillygal Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you very much for the :+fav: and your lovely comment on my work! :hug: :happybounce: :heart:
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Cato-chan Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013
No problem lol. I don't know if you've been feeling unappreciated, but you're certainly talented.
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