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…

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…

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 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…

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. …