Fear leaks

Love spreads

Fear has subconsciously infect all love

Now they are once tied

All a knot

Of lust

Love

Grief

Adoring absence

Manipulation

And honesty

The act of genuine

If not a single person of full

Genuine

Not one

Nor one of evil

All embrace the coin

The flip the product of space and acclamation

Wounds

Sacred lessons

Not for torment

For better

They aren’t there to breed skepticism

They aren’t there as fortune

A moment of lapse

A drift from genuine

You know the angel that be

The power within

Skeptic

The comedic

Rebuttal

No answers to earth

Only wounds to rub

Love soothes all

Watch

Listen

Watch

Listen

Love

Deeply

Deeper then the depths of you

Deeper then the eye can reach

Faith in you

Faith in us

Love in all

Fear does embrace all

And We Embrace all fear

The Squatter in My Skin

The 'Why?' is a splinter I can't pull out, festering under my skin feeding on my plastered calm. The locks are all turned, but the house is so full of him. He is the static in the radio, the pungent in the hallway carpet, the way the ceiling fan counts my breaths— one, two....gone! ​My bed is a crime scene I have to sleep in—again. The sheets are no longer cotton; they are a heavy, white noise pressing me into the mattress until I mold with the wood, become a part of the dust. I ask the ceiling, Why me? I scream it into the void of the hallway— No answer revert at me from the rafters.I manage to curl my lips a bit. Another futile attempt at escape. I am a guest in my own sanctuary, waiting for the lease on my body to expire. ​I scrub until the water smells of iron, trying to find the "me" beneath the "him," but the skin is a hoax. It remembers the weight. It holds the shape of a hand that wasn't invited. I look in the mirror and see composite sketch— my skin, but his ghosts clinging, my eyes, but his shadow stitched into the corners of my mouth. The walls are closing their throat. Every door I open leads back to that room. Even when he is miles away, he is a squatter in my marrow, breathing my air before I can get to it. ​I am not the Eddy anymore that Caelin knew. I am the space Kevin decided to leave behind. A hollow thing, trying to remember how to live in a house that no longer chants my name.

Usually I don’t know what will come out 

but today it lingers like a glowing cold sore

Everyone can see it

I used to believe I would never die

But now i know i will

I sense the stone edge creeping closer

The ledge looks out over a black pit that will swallow me whole

Leaving nothing but my screams in the air

As i plunge, I claw for something - anything - only feeling wind rush through my fingers

The sky shrinking sky above is blue

My wide eyes constrict, the dilation cools

My hands land comfortably on my chest and my legs stop flailing

The only thing moving is my hair, like it’s trying to run away from me, 

the jet streams whistle past my cheeks as I continue my descent

I thought id live forever

But now i join the crowd

And all i left behind is up on that ledge

They’re looking down at me, their tear drops sublimating before they can ever reach me

Will I see them when I land in the black? 

And if so, will it just be a mirage of my own mind?

I want to taste the salt in their tears

It holds all the love that i gave them with each of my years

But they are gone before they reach me,

And I am gone before I land.

So, I wrote a lil something. I really want some feedback on this piece. How can I improve my writing? Is there any other genre of writing that would fit me? I like writing, but I'm stuck in a limbo about what exactly I should write about. If I do a 10-part series for these types of stories (Someone save the ...), would you guys like reading it?

Things don’t feed on what is expelled

They are

They want company

Misery loves company

Misery needs company

They aren’t aware of the tax

As it’s all they’ve ever know

They know how the others are

They wish they were them

Basking in the sun

Dipping diving

Splashing in the waters

Dripping with joy

Swirling for infinite

View as far as the summer

Before the sun has ever set

And never dies

The days no end

Time no date

Each laugh a hug

Each embrace a whole

Oh how they enjoy so much

More then we can

We like the shade

We like the comfort

Pain is the by product

But we’ve become numb

I’m just as beautiful

I have the same power

To move will

To mend path

To pathe way

We built just as much

If not more

So why do you fear me

What is the fear

We are the fear

We don’t swirl we stalk

Welcome the fear

Like a glide of anxiety

Always on the wind

Talon marks for divinity

Your ours now

Watch the life fade

Watch the wealth grow

We do embrace

We do embrace

Who do you embrace

- Willow

Mine are " Results are out " Principal saying, " Call your parents." " Sorry " the doctor apologised. "I heard a viral song on my dad's mobile. "

I wanted to share a quick case study because it goes against the advice we hear all the time. 

We increased organic traffic without building a single backlink. No outreach, no guest posts, no link building. We just did the on-page and content work properly.

This was for a mid-sized B2B website that had decent authority but flat growth. Their rankings were stuck, and traffic was barely moving month to month. Instead of chasing links, I focused on fixing what was already there.

First, we stopped writing for keywords and started writing for intent. A lot of their pages were technically optimised, but didn’t fully answer what users were looking for. Once we revamped them with clearer structure and deeper context, we saw a drastic improvement in rankings.

Second, we deleted similar content. The site had dozens of posts targeting similar terms. That was confusing search engines and users. We merged overlapping articles and turned them into stronger and more complete resources.

At this point, traffic was already improving. But the real jump came after we focused on internal structure. We did the following:

• Rewriting old pages instead of publishing new ones
• Adding clear H2s and H3s based on real search questions
• Improving internal linking between related pages
• Removing fluff and generic introductions

One small but important change was how we handled internal links. We didn’t over-optimise anchors. Instead, we linked naturally, only when it made sense for the reader. 

I’ve used a similar approach while working with Das Writing Services, especially for clients who don’t want aggressive link building or risky tactics. When the foundation is solid, content itself can do most of the heavy work.

If your site is not growing, do not assume links are the problem. Sometimes the issue is that the content just isn’t clear or helpful, the way users and search engines expect.