#selfmotivation
Let's do this
Let's do this
Let's find our way all through this
Let's do this, let's do this, yeah yeah.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
Motivating myself
No matter what
We all have fears
These fears are sending thoughts to us.
These thoughts are nothing but bad mirages.
These thoughts feel real but look around
Is any of it here now? No.
Most of the times,
These have started out of one reason
THE ILLUSION OF FEAR.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC
I was the candle—slow to die,
dripping warmth while you passed by.
Each flicker fed your cold disguise,
your smile a moon behind closed skies.
I poured myself, a quiet stream,
into the vessel of your dream.
While I carved altars from my skin,
you cast your net to pull them in.
Your words were velvet dipped in steel,
a soft deceit I couldn't feel—
not until the silence grew
roots where blossoms never knew.
You held me not with touch, but tether,
a maybe laced in fair-weather.
I danced in rooms I thought were ours,
while you were planting foreign flowers.
You didn’t break me with your no—
it was your wait, your whispered go.
The little looks, the secret sighs,
the way you watched the open skies.
You smiled as though your soul had stayed,
but all the while, you had gently fade.
A ghost still warm, still holding hands,
while building castles in other lands.
And when the truth came crashing in—
not sharp, but slow beneath the skin—
I saw I had been the hook you had laid,
baited bright, then cast away.
Oh, karma walks in bare, soft feet,
but leaves a trail no one can cheat.
She takes her time, she doesn’t shout,
but turns your games inside out.
So when your glass house meets the stone,
and all your masks are overthrown—
remember me, the flame you drained,
the love you used but never named.
Yet I—
I rise from ash and bitter song,
the fire was mine all along.
No longer bait. No longer chained.
A storm unhooked. A soul unfeigned.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
The soul will wake you
the mind implore you,
the heart will guide you,
as Sunset reminds you
that the road will take you
but only home will embrace you...
Essence will stir you
thoughts will dare you
nature will prompt you
to the journey that inspires you
but only love will ****** you...
Birth will awaken you
Family will shelter you
as friends motivate you
growth will tempt you
to ventures that will have you
yet ultimately death will take you...
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 3:21 AM UTC
My codes transcripted possession;
Thirsting for the smell of gold,
Craving the touch of marbles.
I watched time fading like a cloud,
Together with my chance to smile,
My chance to spread a thanksgiving.
A grateful heart, richer than the mud.
A pure wisdom, in having multi-loves.
A glory in my belly, a peaceful shade.
Then I loved myself more than ever.
Contentment, prolific complacency.
Joyful streams which broke through,
And a soothing piece of love to share.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
I don't have to be sorry
Not at all
My conscience will fall
And let me alone
I will not regret
Not one thing
Not one
I will feel
Instead of fearing
I will see
Instead of hiding
I will go there
Meet it
Face to face
I will not let myself die in disgrace
I will fight for what I want
I will go there, fall, get up again.
I'll be strong
And stronger
Than I have ever been
I will be golden
Rock solid,
Deep with every emotion within.
I will fight, I will fall, and get up.
I will know how to call myself up.
To be able to look it in the eye
No matter how scary,
No matter how much I denied everything before.
Now and forever more
I will be who I truly really am
I will be myself, honestly
I will be and be and be and I will BE
Fierce and fiery and unapologetically ME.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
It was the sticks of hope that healed a broken heart
faith blessed the man who lost the race with a fresh start
the little bird hopped until she healed her broken wings
despair pushed caterpillars into cocoons and turned them into beautiful things
the tunnel was long and dark, but there was no light so it wasn't the end
for the lemon of reality was lemonade waiting to blend...
there was an incomparable calm after, all that ached was waiting out the storm
it was an enchanting smile at the end of the grotesque melancholic cry
an inspirational story on the next page, a hello in the heart of goodbye...
for the ceaseless wander found the nomad a home...
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
She wanted to be herself, but she failed
She wanted to live up to other's expectations, but she failed
She wanted to break the chains, but she failed.
Failures, repeated failures made her cold.
She lost her courage, her character, her self respect, and her self-confidence.
Because...
Suffering, failure, loneliness, sorrow, discouragement were parts of her journey.
So she decided!
Far better is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure.
A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to golorious success.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
Everything is running fast
you cannot match the speed
you think you have lost
circumstances make u believe
you are losing hope at last
cannot take a proper breath
your curiosity become last
negativity pull you behind
life is at the endpoint
no new hope has seen
Someone comes as a light
glow up your thought
pull you from the night
show you the new roads
lead you to the bright
you find yourself then
meet with your object
everything is cheerful
someone saw your pavement
put you on that path
someone is no one but thou
which enlighten after dark
Darkness always ends in light.
as it is temporary, not permanent.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
You can't do this.
You shouldn't do that.
I am weak.
I don't deserve this.
I am good for nothing.
Everyone of us have gone through the phase of self-doubt and self-loathing once in a life.
Don't listen to these useless voices in your head, instead focus on that small voice coming from deep within your heart, and let it overshadow the other voices.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 6:20 AM UTC
Do I even want to participate in life anymore? I contemplate, not killing myself, but disappearing. I swear I could summon something to come into my life and just take over my soul. Ok, not really. . .I just have no clue what to write about anymore. And, man, I gotta tell ya, as a writer (and I know that’s a lot of commas), this is like the lowest of low. To write is my only job. It’s supposed to be my passion. And, to see that I’m too drugged out and not educated enough to have a steady flow of intelligent ideas to share with the world to make it better for the next generations, it just hurts my soul. But not really, cause I’m high. I can’t really tell or feel that I’m in pain until I’m off the drugs and out of money. My two highs. Drugs and money. What happened to the guy who wanted to achieve a happy and content life without those things as a necessity. . .? Where’d he go? The real Hippie Steve. You wanna claim to be this peaceful and cool guy who thinks logically and morally yet intelligently. Yet, you still fall into the same habits as those around you that you complain about on a daily basis. You are no better than the next guy. And, though you already know this, you do not act like it. It’s ridiculous just how neglectful you’ve been to your own health. Mental and physical. For what? For the high to keep going? What kind of a high is it? Tell yourself, tell me, what is it that you are working towards? What is it that you’re close to achieving? What is it that you are on track to finish? Besides a slow and ingratiating death, what else have you promised for yourself in this life? NOT A **** THING! And that needs to change! Stop talking about it. Take some writing courses online and do some writing exercises. Think outside the box. Create the app. Create a portfolio for freelance writing. Create your own **** So you can work on your own and hire people and invest and all that fancy **** Just go do it.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Breathe.....
In....
Out...
Repeat.
Cut
Negativity
Out
Repeat.
Love
Yourself
Repeat.
Be
Yourself
Repeat.
Pray
Everyday
Repeat.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
The word potential is one of self sabotage.
It is dedicated to those unable to put their dreams to work.
Potential is a word given to the indicated who are poised to have talent but no drive, ambition but no discipline.
Potential is given to the abundant group of people who are able to breathe but never live life.
Potential.
A word made to create your grave before you've died.
I haven't figured out how to stay away from the trap.
However, a promise to myself is that I will do more then breathe.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
66% is the Devil Point...
I have 6 courses abandoned at 66%..
The greatest power Devil has is not temptation,
It is boredom and procrastination
It is the mid-point sway...
It is the collapse of the pre-frontal cortex,
when we reach half-way through our goal,
when we are too far from our starting point,
and too far from our ending point,
We don't know why we began,
We don't know where we will end.
So the Devil point kicks in at 66% completion,
And makes us procrastinate, makes us feel "meh"
Brave thru it, ye fellow warrior,
Just do the tiniest bit needed in a day,
Just tie your shoes laces and half the race is won
Make a cup of tea.. and the article is written
Clear some clog in the room, and the painting is done..
So, to bump over that comfortable resting point...
that lethargic 66% mid-way stop,
pamper yourself with something momentarily
and just do ONE small thing every day
'Cause I promise you this, when you have inched to 80%
you will be fuelled again with images of victory
all doubt and disbelief and lethargy will be thwarted
You will forget pain and other creature comforts
You will cruise through the finish line..
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
Nothing I can say to motivate
someone, who isn't me
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
your body is a legend.
it turns all the scratches
the wounds and scars
the bruises and cuts
the fractures and slaps
into markings that map the road
for your destined legacy.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
I am a compound of knowledge
I accumulate stories of redemption to serve privilege.
My existence is portioned for a little while.
But i shall remain a kingdom not for this little while.
All my reign I've always became ones rebound; elevator. Their legs knowth no grounds.
I kept fearlessly hoping for much less
Ain't lesser than a new day.
And that was being brave anyway.
Clear blue eyes of my inhabitants statued high at me.
How courage and passion never stopped to be.
The storyline I had is still now a motif of endurance.
I gave up not, and show offered my perseverance.
Away, from my bitter overwhelming insight.
Wisdom is one great amigo, less than him I'm wiped.
Done so good to every heart, though I remained a bad part.
I opened all my doors to welcome each, keep my composure and listen to their preach.
My grounds grew a seed out of that; everyday. Their eyes tortured me to believe in what they say.
Direction sometimes looked clear on their paths,
Never knew success starts on a dark start.
I kept this in my sanctified upper room.
The future is bright, all flowers can bloom. And this is who I am; I'm a compound of knowledge. I accumulate stories of redemption to serve privilege.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
Snail trails of a cloud, bleeding life into a dying sky,
As feet drum out a rhythm for wounded thoughts to dance to:
pirouetting voices shout to keep a smile on that face,
And anxiety tripping in a failed twirl, trampled by pointed toes of glee.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC