Sunnydayz.Eth

Artist, poet, writer, Aboriginal canadian

I’ve been an artist and poet from a young age of 9.   Dabbling in various mediums there are no boundaries, self taught I learn something new everyday. 

Art in various forms should make the viewer feel somethin, I always aim to make you laugh as life is too serious.  

Some creations

When I was 9 I began writing poetry along with creating art

my first award was in grade 5 a national poetry contest. 

I really wish I could find this poem but it went something like this:

“The flames danced around to the lonely sounds of the forest

they spread through the night, like a wild goose flight

burning everything in its way no place for those to stay…”

The rest is stuck in the recesses of my mind the book it was published in I’ve yet to find….

Poetry

Bottled up like a tiny ship

Stuck on a shelf collecting dust that drifts

Tiny particles floating in the air

Barely noticed  their even there

There's a chill when you enter the room

All the old pictures of bride and groom

Can you feel it? Can you see it?

Can you hear it? Do you fear it?

Silence is all you cannot  hear

You don't know it but there's listening ears

Above and below they all know

Your just here for the show

Like white sheets covering furniture

You think your safe from being impure

Can you feel it? Can you see it?

Can you hear it? Do you fear it?

Old fabric torn and battered

Like broken pieces of glass shattered

You try and hold it all together

There's a storm brewing the perfect weather

Scared  of the unknown

Old souls do roam

Watching you Beneath the veil of now and once before

Waiting for you to open their door

Can you feel it? Can you see it?

Can you hear it? Do you fear it?