Bruised

The story below this ("Harsh Kisses") reminded me of this drawing and poem that I wrote a few months ago (sometime around Valentine's Day, before I started using this blog and was confined to the prison of Myspace).

"Bruised"

Sitting on the edge of his bed,
And he can't even tell,
That what she wants
Is a heart-shaped bruise
Outlining her lips.

Bird II

Bird

I like the line art, but I'm still playing with the colors and composition. I think I might try painting it on Photoshop, too.

Self-Portrait

I'm not too fond of it. Maybe some color will help? Or maybe a new face?

Her Clothes, WIP

Still To-Do:
1. Finish background (something with flowers?)
2. Paint in Photoshop