As I use a different strategy, I’m now earning dollars daily. There is no more pressure. — I’m doing the complete opposite of everybody else. Well, besides one top writer. I was only able to find one good advice after reading several 100.000s of articles. You need to write a certain amount of popular articles. They say reading time matters. I disagree and instead believe in exclusivity…

A poem about a lost souls struggle to reach the healing starlight. The hope within begins to form into a blue flame. — In a distance universe, it begins to dance, a blue flame, the surrounding darkness acts as the wind. A reality or a dream, a vision clear like crystal, a blue flame keeps burning, you feel it's desire for you. …

A poem about a soul plagued by bad habits. It takes the lonely road of solitude and depression. — Life twist and turns, becoming too much to handle, a lantern pulled out its own light, it lost more friendships with each passing day. The dreaded solitude, an existence in complete darkness, a rare by-passers hand, no longer knowing in what direction to wave its hello. The sheriff of law…

Thanks to 8500 followers, I’m finally able to compete on an equal level. — It’s no secret that I have remained passive on Medium for the most part. It quite frankly made little to no sense to write anything new. The limits you have as a new upcoming writer is out of your control to break out of. With things changing for the better…

A poem about moments of no stress in your life. A reminder that it's possible to trade the daily stress for moments of a harmonious rhythm. — Unable to slow down, healthy emotions of no importance, everyone chases chickens and their golden eggs, no one waits for dove letters anymore. Your grandfathers old bard lute, harmony hidden away and never experienced, sold and soon forgotten, its value was spent on additional stress.

A poem about the three consequences of listening to fear. Regret, broken dreams and a constant daily worry. — I hold lost beauty my hand, three pink roses, all the colour is lost, one at a time they fall apart into pieces. Even pink roses age, you and I too, I’m glad I was brave enough to kiss you, from this day forward, my love for you is eternal. …

A poem about a beautiful home surrounded by the worst circumstances. A window opens up to let good emotions out with hope of them multiplying in your depressed heart. — The depressed darkness, attempt one thousand, a heart kept beating positivity rhythms, years ago it had filled up with angel light. During dark times, a lonely soul missed the beauty that once was, it built a beautiful home in the centre of all darkness, every day it lets out good emotions…

A poem about creating positive changes in your life. — Every night is the same, four visions are on display in a gallery, your eyes remained closed, a heart is beating a fearful rhythm for the unknown. You dare not find out, a pointless attempt to resist change, closed eyes are to no help, in dreams you see through your minds…

A poem about a hungry boy in search for apples. His mindset shifts when he realise his own capabilities. — A boy spots low hanging fruit from an apple tree, his self belief was that of an ant, A failure to stretch out his arms towards new heights, he picked up a rotten apple off the ground, fearful emotions ate a guaranteed sickness. A surrounding unwilling to change or inspire…