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My Reflection by ~Ikio:iconIkio:

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Our lives and deaths,
Such lusty toil,
Memories left for comedy,
Blood replaced with burning fluid,
To preserve a shell, a joke.

Our breath and words,
We speak for days,
Voices echoed for tomorrow,
Cold stone marks cold flesh,
Embrace the loss of hope.

Our eyes and sight,
We see for years,
Only what reflection shows,
Flowers laid find root to grow,
In time they reach our bones.

Our joy and tragedy,
Is not in our mortality,
We never truly let go,
Small feet dragged to places,
Where children should not be made to go.
©2009 ~Ikio
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~D-iWrite Mar 4, 2009, 9:14:14 AM
i like =)

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Writing is the only thing that when I do it I don't feel I should be doing something else
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~Ikio Mar 4, 2009, 9:22:00 AM
Thank you.

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I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
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~D-iWrite Mar 4, 2009, 9:25:55 AM
ur welcome =)

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Writing is the only thing that when I do it I don't feel I should be doing something else
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*ReiKitten Mar 4, 2009, 3:23:50 PM
Letting go is never easy. :(

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We just need to know one thing. Have you ever appeared in any pornos?!
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~Ikio Mar 4, 2009, 3:26:27 PM
Breaking up is hard to do...

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I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
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*ReiKitten Mar 4, 2009, 3:39:37 PM
Depends on the person.

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We just need to know one thing. Have you ever appeared in any pornos?!
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~Ikio Mar 4, 2009, 3:47:27 PM
That was just a song reference...nm

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I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
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*AJGlass Mar 9, 2009, 5:50:35 PM
Nicely worded and I liked the descriptions you used. They were very on point and true of many death-related situations. Perhaps you could add a few more lines about the embalming process and how it turns decaying corpses into plasticine human replicas. The imagery in words such as "drain" and "suture" and "paint" which are part of the process could lend even more vividity to this piece.


Flowers laid find root to grow,
In time they reach our bones.

I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to bury bodies without coffins - thus preventing flower roots from ever contacting bones. Unless you're in Mexico, then all bets are off.

:paranoid:

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glass images
glass studio images
photography images
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~Ikio Mar 9, 2009, 6:57:53 PM
Mexico is always the escape =D

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I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
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