| 5 Mar 2002 |  Moth | He's battling the guilt of an unbearable deed, that he was in no way responsible for but the situation has left him all alone to wonder about the alusive 'what if' forever. | |
| 12 Mar 2002 | Jade | The woman lay there at his feet, unmoving. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, listening to her voice join the others inside of him. She had been very alive, and he had taken her last breath. Though he had thought that this would be easier in time, it was not. A solitary tear made a glistening trail down his cheek, but it would not be the first.
Well, that's just my opinion. | |
| 23 Sep 2002 | RobbTurnbull <RobbTurnbull@hot...com> | The power of a tear, comparable to a pen (or a computer version of the pen). Such emotion portrayed, and i am indeed in pain from this piece. Thank you. | |
| 25 Oct 2002 | Rattender | Wow: NO more to hear the gleeful calling or the whispered temtations. No longer the soft lips upon mine, or velvet hair between my fingers.
Okay were did that come from????
I'm serious | |
| 26 May 2003 | Kearyn | aww this makes ME wana cry..... *sobs* | |
| 6 Sep 2003 | Avondyryn | I think you have a great picture here! It's so moving you want to cry with him! I think he hasn't just lost a person or thing, but everything! And that the only part of it that pains him so, is the loss of one special somone/something so dear to him that he knows he can't ever replace it! | |
| 25 May 2004 | Rooya | This is a beautiful picture! You have captured all the emotions you have when you feeling sad. The way you have used colors, incredible. Keep up this work and I hope to see more of your work in the future. | |
| 5 Nov 2005 | Domna | OMG this makes me cry...so fine job. | |
| 22 Mar 2006 | Anonymous | That's wonderful.
I love the way you have created a sad atmosphere.
The hair and the tear are especially beautiful, great work =) | |
| 21 Jun 2008 | Demetrius | Guilt encumbers his person, anchoring his heart and squeezing it mercilessly, until the blood that pumps through is redirected in the single shedding of a blood-red tear, trailing down into the ever-reaches of Memory. Betrayal is the inky-black backdrop, and shame the ambiance of it all. Even when staring upon his static silhouette, one can see the paroxysm of his soul, writhing with agony...evermore!
Okay, sorry for being dramatic. Consider me an aspiring writer! lol. But yeah, that’s really good, and you can go anywhere with that picture. Great job. Keep it up. | |
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