And the meaning behind them — Body language is something we are not always aware of in everyday life. When we know what our different body language means it can be very helpful to us in navigating life and making better decisions for ourselves and others. Arms Akimbo This is something you see displayed quite often when a…

A poem about a boy holding a plant in his left hand. He doesn't know where to plant his rediscovered happiness in the world. — Pulled in no direction, a confused state that never seems to expire, with a sad puppy look I ask, why is there no love for me anywhere? I’m a boy carrying this plant in my hand, an endless walk through life, nowhere and everywhere is the same, I don’t have a…

What I learned made me hit the brakes and make a U turn. We have been doing medium all wrong — Think about the top writers here, Isn't it the same old people all the time? They are making all the money and we fight for the scraps they drop on the floor. …

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…

I’m looking to help new writers. Here is some of my experience from 0 to 12.000 followers. — You can grow in incredible ways here on Medium. There are mainly two ways you experience extreme positivity from writing on the platform. First from growing your mindset and realise that you’ve been aiming too low in life previously. Second from the opportunity the fame eventually brings you. The famous…

A poem about rotting away or getting rejuvenated by your passion in life — Dead legs, barely any sleep, the passion was robbed from me, I became a withered man the next day. My friends was lost, my leg muscles were rotting, there was little left to grasp hold of, a mind was hanging on by the loose thread. My jeans were full of…

A poem about the urge to be kind to others. How heartbeats of kindness triumphs over your willpower and forces you to be yourself. — An open window, two colours is all that is seen, blue and black, the night sky is in a philosophical gradient of colour. I have a stash of envelopes, my compassion forces me to write, save me please, those urges to enclose good emotions never stop. Kindness is bad, you…

The fear in us humans never seems to have an end to it. Yet our moments of bravery are as rare as diamonds. — Fear is our number one obstacle for reaching success in life. If we want to change our lives for the better we need to study everything fear related. …

A poem in two parts about two beautiful people coming from different circumstances. Success was achieved once they found each other. — A person was provided a life with all its colour, becoming a white flower, a different someone holding the thorns, provided the life of a black rose. An unpredictable direction, life on time’s canvas became slippery, a painters work never done, different colours are scattered everywhere.