I'm not a very good at explaining things.

But I do have amazing ideas I'd love to share.

But I'm not good at explaining.

Haha.

Differences in people doesn't judge if they are "good" or "bad."

There are only differences.

"Good" and "Bad" were just words that tricked you, held you from realizing that it was just, "Differences."

                                                                                            -happyhappyhappy
                                                                                                                  2/22/17

To all the artist in the world- good and bad.

What do you draw? Anime? Manga? Cartoon? Animation? Animals? Humans?

This is a letter to those of you who consider yourself as a terrible artist.
Not the ones who know computer designing with drawing tablets and copy paste art. Not the ones who are actually good.

To the ones who have been depressed by their art. The ones who thinks their art is terrifying.
The ones who have no hope for their art.

Listen up.

Those days.... when you peeked across the table to your friend's drawings and mumbled, "That's really good. I wish I could draw like that too." And depressed for you thought you were the worst drawer within your friends. When you moaned, "Will I ever draw like that? Could I possibly?" And while staring into the arts of others. Depressing and filled with jealousy, feeling like your art is getting worser and worser.


SHUT UP!

Those were lies of yourself.
Those thoughts that pulled you deeper into misery.
Those were all FAKE.

You think others are better than you.

But to be honest. (This is the important part, read carefully)

There is no good or bad in art. Better than or worse than.

There are no good and bad, but there is different styles and types of art.

"Good." "Bad." They were the words that tricked you. They were illusions.

There is only varieties of drawings in art.

Everybody is different. So is their art.

When people see the other styles of art, they mistake is as "Good."

You think that person's art is "better" than yours.

No.

It's just- different from yours.

So don't say your drawings are "bad." Don't.

Everyone's art is special. It might seem "bad" to others, but it's actually wonderful.

Because it's yours.

Yours only.

The one and only you.



Your style of art.

Most people complain that they are hideous.
Terrifyingly ugly.

They groan at the sight of their face and frown with displeasure.

"I want a straighter nose." "My eyes are ugly!" "I wish my lips were more smaller."

And they change it. Not a natural change, though. A change that occurs knifes and scissors and all sorts of tools.

I'm not saying I disagree with their choices. I don't want to be mean. Even I don't consider myself "pretty."

Look. At the mirror. Stop complaining to the beautiful face your parents gave you.

You might not see the beauty right at this moment

Because it's hidden

But there always a beautiful face in everyone.

Don't say you are ugly.

Because you just might not be at that moment.

You may be hiding it yourself. Embarrassed to show the beauty.

You might just not have realized

That wonderful beauty your body was hiding from you that whole entire time!

So don't say "ugly" "hideous" "terrible."

In my eyes... everyone looks the same..... the same kindness... the same beauty... in my eyes everyone looks beautiful...

And you are too.

A smile may be

Simple.

Not much.

Just everyday thing

Like brushing your teeth.

I mean, brushing your teeth isn't amazing- or- mentioned often-

Smile.

"An action someone does when is pleased or glad."

Lips stretch. Breath seeps through your teeth. Whites of your teeth beam. Your eyes brighten. Some dimples may form. And your heart relaxes.

It sometimes may be fake

To cover a horrible incident

Or to lie

But you can know it's a real smile.

Stare into their eyes.

You'll see that beautiful spark of joy.

What's the most beautiful thing on earth?

Mona Lisa? A speck of flower? Your beloved ones? The autumn sky? Rare diamond? Money?

No.....

It's your smile.....

And I love it....

54.

That may seem like nothing to you.

But...

Ah..

That was my math quiz score....



****-- Wait don't wanna curse.

Because I'm nice.

Though not in front of math.

AH! I HATE YOU MATH!!!!

Haha.

Many moons,
have passed over my headpiece,
as you leave me behind,
in moondust & ashes each night,

You collect on the bookshelves,
I keep here,
collecting on hearts with your light,
dusting my world with your beauty,
diminutives in bits of the white,

This is not the end of the journey,
 this a mere tiny part of the flight,
and I've not seen any more shiny,
or any star nearly as bright,

Though I am unable to see you now,
or touch your skin ever again,
or truly hear you with my ear,
I still miss you so my friend,

I know I cannot be near you now,
I cannot be where you are,
as you are but a twinkling light,
a brilliant & distant, star-

If it was not but for the moon dust,
my heart wouldn't,
be able to see you anymore either.

Ma Cherie © 2017

No matter what
You have been led to believe
There is no happy ending
To this story.

There is only
The crushing, suffocating reality
That you are not
Were never
Will never
Be even close to good enough.

The. End.

The time has come now.
First haiku ever, thats weird.
Boring. So random.

Stupid, dumb head me.
I keep on forgetting to like.
Like, the good poems.