A poem about two people I love.

I am sitting in the corner of my blue couch,
writing with the hope of decluttering my mind.
The air condition blows cold air throughout the house,
leaving the city’s infernal summer heat behind.

To my right in the dinner, is my little brother,
trying to make some cash through…

A poem about an ordinary day filled with beneficial and harmful habits.

I didn’t sleep well the previous night.
I am up craving for another five minutes to rest.
Awakened up by a fucking beam of light,
my eyes gradually open while my heart pumps within my chest.

I wash up and put some clothes on,
and to the nearest coffee shop…

A poem about the power of luck.

One summer night I was driving myself home.
Under a bridge I stopped at a red light.
I saw a figure in ragged clothes roam,
asking for spare coins in the middle of the night.

While he slowly marched to my car,
I started looking for some change,
and a…

Abundance in time of scarcity.

An abundance of online newspapers,
a scarcity of time to sort out fake news.

An abundance of books and online courses,
a scarcity of time to think, read and produce art after work.

An abundance of places to travel and see the world,
a scarcity of opportunities to take the rest…

A poem about the best part of my morning routine.

Of all the tasks in my morning routine,
one habit shines a light on my day.
It’s not my favorite induce of caffeine,
or listening to the maddening sounds the pigeons make every day.

Once I get up from my bed,
and wash my face with cold water.
Numerous thoughts start…

A poem about a small excursion.

Once the quarantine rules got a little loose,
my partner and I grabbed the chance right away.
Although staying home and wearing a mask outside I don’t refuse,
When it comes to a small excursion, I wouldn’t miss it for a single day.

Our first goal was to bring to…

No matter how small the audience, you can still make an impact.

What do you want most as a writer?

The magic ability to make every post you publish viral? Connections with famous writers? A loyal audience anticipating your next piece every time they log into Medium or your blog?

They are all worth pursuing, and they all come down to views…

A poem about my brother.

When I was young and very small,
my parents would buy me all kinds of gifts.
I was a spoiled only child that wanted it all,
ending up being responsible for many conflicts.

One day, I came back from school,
my mother told me we should have a chat.

A poem about how your inevitable death helps you beat procrastination.

There are days within each month,
my inner resistance comes out with pride,
and commands me at once,
to leave both my work and side projects aside.

How delightful it would be to unwind,
and play all the games included in the Xbox game pass,
or browse through Netflix and pick…

George Bakoulis

I steal ideas from great books. I write poetry to express myself and articles regarding mindsets about work. New content every time I write.

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