It’s why I prefer to self publish and self promote — If you are a new writer you will sooner or later read articles about people complaining about their earnings on the platform. Please don’t buy into that negativity. There is no change to your earnings in general. It’s actually much better now than it used to be. There is always…

A poem about a baby bird with a broken leg and broken wings. Life had become a delicate balance on the very edge. — Up in the sky so blue, life is bittersweet, among vibrant colours, you balance on the edge of a bird’s nest. One leg left until disaster strikes, parents widening the edge with leaves and branches, where is your good health? One misstep and you can’t go back home. A wide…

A poem about a soul plagued by painful memories who never seem to go away — There was once a beach, a day switched into night, a crossing between death into life, a dead soul was missing something. Two living feet walking on sand, such wishful thinking, there are only scattered pieces of glass, broken dreams and hurtful feelings who lingers on through time. Shards are…

A poem about a lifetime run from a rotting stream — Hunger, broken bones are running, as I’m stumbling on bandages, I’m smelling the daily rot approaching. Waves are sometimes turning into tsunamis, with rot drenching me fully, my crutches allows me skiing on the waves, when you have hardships, who needs any snow? I rise back up on broken legs…

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…

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…