A Poem about being overran by society. About how other people are trying to get ahead of you in the rat race. — Souls trading sidewalks daily, a stampede running its riot, crushes me with each new step, I’m laying down, I’m used as their surface. The broken pieces of me, shattered all over the streets, London or New York, I’m unable to catch a break in life. A treasure hunt has finally…

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. …

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 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…

A poem about a constant struggle to achieve your lifelong dream. A few thoughts come to mind as you struggle to spot any four-leaf clovers. — The dream didn't happen yet, 40 years old, a longing for brightness, where is my four-leaf clover? The persistent darkness, black and grey colours, the waiting line has been too long, I don’t even experience the faintest of moonlight. I hear werewolf's howling, I refuse the calling for more darkness, in…

A Poem about foresight of the good and bad to come. As you open your eyes you begin to shake in fear. — Foresights or trash talk, a fortune teller in a purple robe, it gives you the creeps, two eyes are unable to clear the darkness under a hood. Thorns close your eyelids as nails, painful visions followed, you experience your worst nightmares, unable to run away, a vision can hold no…

A poem about an empty stage and a hearts desire to perform for you and others. — One day someone stepped upon a stage, this broken and withered place, applause from a crowd simply didn’t happen anymore, a start way to late, your legs of desire ran towards the caravan of success. No crowd anywhere to be found, hooked on desire and unable to give up, you…

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…