

Dwelling on CliffsI stand, staring out at the blood red surf. The waves crash below, against dark, broken rocks, sharp with intent.Dwelling on Cliffs
The cliff I stand on is high, but I am not afraid.
I cannot fall unless I choose to jump.
The clouds are lined by silver, lit crimson from the setting sun.
Birds squeal overhead, wheeling and diving for the nights last meal. The wind tickles my cheek, winding my hair gently around my shoulders.
I taste tears on my lips, the salt burning the cuts there.
They remain, despite all healing balms, memories of my trials.
My eyes
A slice of life

ReflectionsI sit upon my bedroom floor And sort the remnants of my past Everything I was once Spread in piles upon the floor. Where did it all go wrong? So much potentialReflections
In old writings and scribbles Why arent I who
I might have been? Why do I sit here alone? My heart destroying itself More with every passing day. Solitary confinement, The prison of my mind. All thats left are dust and ashes In the silent faceless screaming Of my withered soul. The face in the mirror Isnt me anymore Ive lost myself Somewhere
by =karil
by `lucias-tears
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-N'as tu jamais dansé avec le diable au clair de lune ?
My name she is Robson and I live in Brazil, which its name and where you deferred payment?
Translated for the Portuguese
Nossa muito obrigado mesmo pelos elogios e criticas adorei que alguem tenha gostado de meu desenhos. Agradeço muito pelo comentario e pode continuar comentando eu adorei.
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Robson Pazotto
This is my newest work " Escalones "
Very kind you´re always welcome
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"I see," said the blind man, as he picked up his hammer and saw. ~ from my grandfather
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Life loved is a life lived, with or without being loved.
-Will
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Interviews on my blog [link]
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"If you don't follow your dreams, you might as well be a vegetable!"
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