New Poem-Illustrations + Prints for Sale!

A renewed interest in writing has brought an equally renewed interest in illustrating some of my shorter stories and poems, such as this image that I worked up today:

More are definitely on the way, so keep an eye out here, or on my Society 6 storefront for prints of these unique illustrations. 

Seatrucks: scswa

she holds his kisses in her palms
collecting them one by one
she'll save them for a rainy day
when her arms are too empty
and her lips are too cold.

Seatrucks: swlc

She lives for the days
when the word
"love"
crosses his lips.

Seatrucks: t & hpahhb &

There is shame across her cheeks
& Worry streaming from her eyes

He leans over and kisses her arm,
placing cool lips
against warm skin
He whispers: "I love you,"against her ear.

His lips do little to save her from herself
but they send chills down her spine
& remind her that she is Alive.

Seatrucks: wtaf

we go together like
thesky&thegrass
a perfect line
for the sun to rest

Seatrucks: hlth

his fingers will grow
like flames
the fire to purge
her earth

Sharp Leaves

An older poem. I was reminded of it today.

"Sharp Leaves"
Sharp leaves crunch
And a soft mouth smiles.
The sound of such
Things can make a heart beat for miles.

listen too

daunting words
of insomnia
whisper in the dark--
I listen too closely.

Sleeping Alone

The awkward open
feeling of empty arms
makes me feel like a stranger
in my own bed.

Lollipop Moon.

There is a cavity
Throbbing in my heart
And You, my dear,
Are the lollipop.

I need a heartbrush
and some heartpaste.

&

First it was a cavity.
Now it is a crater.
The hole left over
From cannon fire.

I am the moon.
The day burns my eyes
but I only cry at night.

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.

Drift drift

Drift drift,
like a flower in the sea
close your eyes
and wonder
"is he ever coming for me?"