City of Fluorescent Wanders

In the city of Wanders
where stellar rhinestones are punctured onto the Black Canopy,
I see the fluorescent glows of treelights hung on branchy, skinny fingers
as they are majestic statues with fallen strands of leaves.
I am lost in serenity with a momentous smile drawn on my face,
forgetting my troubles by exploitation of lights
I am an audience to the Circus and Vancouver is my ring leader
to neverending acts.
Troubadors everywhere, performing on the streets of Granville
The Sons of Granville, with the alluring and intriguing viola, takes over
two girls in ecstasy to dance like gypsy enchanting in a Globe

Traveller

I am a traveller:
Unaware of rules, customs, traditions and enviroments,
But always discovering something flambuoyant and interesting
in countries and continents
I am without a companion, but I am content with what I have.
I am not a lover, a friend, nor am I a relative.
I am someone one meets no more than once.
I am a forgotten face.
I wander to explore new tastes,
surrounding myself in an overwhelming and yet friendly atmosphere
I am without rules of my own.
I do not belong in a tribe nor a clan
I walk the lands on my own
I am unknown
I am without a company to keep me occupied by friendly hands
I am a mysterious adventurous individual who, you may assume,
might enter in your town or city unbeknownst to the residents of Wonderful
Wonders.
You may not want to trust me nor put your faith in me; I am a stranger you don't know

Memory

I love ice skating in Downtown Vancouver because it was my favorite place as a child.
It was rarely known before the Winter Olympics in 2010

I forgot what it was like to hug my dad after moving to New West until I said to him "Love you."
I cried with tears with joy because to me, it means our relationship is somewhere recovered from
our issues of my lying habits (so he perceives).

I remember going to Granville Island for art classes, the water park and of course... the Kids Market.
Back then, I didn't like art or any performing arts, except for dancing. Until I got into high school, I realized it is my passion. I used to make and draw many crafts, I just didn't consider it as art. As a kid, I didn't know a lot of things and I still don't as a 19 year old today. Pretty sad, isn't it?

I would listen to pop music back in the old days.Way before I knew Devendra Banhart or any indie musicians. Except I listened to Evanescence and Linkin Park in both elementary and middle school
I didn't care about the lyrics, but I was in ecstasy with the harmonious and catchy tunes.

I didn't realize there was something wrong with me until I asked him if " I'm normal " like everyone else.
I was 12 when he told me I am "mentally handicapped"

I loved playing Celtic or any various kinds of music in front of my friends at high school. No big performances involving my dad, teacher and other parents of violinists-in-training because I felt as if I didn't have to impress anyone but myself. I wish I could do it again : perform again after 2 years of not playing in front of people so I wouldn't have to be afraid as my dad is for me.

I got paid in cents at school and performed in senior homes and the Justic Institute. that was the best thing I had ever done in my life and they were my biggest accomplishments in grade 9

Sometimes I think they happen for a moment and years later, I will have a feeling that I wish I can do that again so I can redeem myself.

Sparrow Designs

GOR art portfolio

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in memory of Rocky, Sister's Bird

the groups of 4

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Sparrow

I am a fragile young sparrow
unable to fly away from
my wooden straw nest.

A small beaked bird
covered in red and blue spots
and wings full of
permanent scars

I wish I could flee
to have an adventure
and the liberty
of my own.
But I worry of my future
for I fear a force is never
going to let me go

I may be black and white
whose voice may not be heard
from afar
but I will never stop singing until
I reach to the bright blue sky.

Scars and Bruises

Scars are Tattooes
with inks so red and purple,
sinks into the penetrable skin
and so I bare a moon mark on
my hip and a clawed mark
on my arm that would last for ages and ages!
Scars will heal and mend, but it will never
disappear; it sticks with me before I forget

Bruises are Hennas,
seeped into my face or thigh
with splattered dies of purple and
blue. Slowly the colours fade away
until all is gone without a trace of ink.
It stays temporarily on my skin for weeks
because it doesn't last as long as tattooes