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  • Fight for success by walking Shadow Poetry

    Fight for success by walking Shadow Poetry

    They say success is sweet,but they never tell you about the sweat,the nights you pray but don’t get an answer yet,the times you fall and rise, just to fall again,the voices in your head screaming, “Is this all in vain?” But listenthere is no easy way, no shortcut, no cheat code.You need to push through,…

  • Protecting Her Peace SPOKEN WORD by walking shadow poetry

    Protecting Her Peace SPOKEN WORD by walking shadow poetry

    She is fine being alone.Not lonely, not searching,just at peace in her own world,wrapped in the quiet that never betrays her. She doesn’t crave noise.She doesn’t need people hovering around,filling the air with empty words,acting like presence is the same as care. Because she’s learned,some people bring more chaos than comfort.Some walk in with sweet…

  • What You Carry Can Make You a Target | Spoken Word by walking shadow poetry.

    What You Carry Can Make You a Target | Spoken Word by walking shadow poetry.

    They say,“Stay in your lane,”“Don’t dream too big,”“Be humble, don’t shine too bright.”But what they really mean is this:Don’t make them uncomfortable. See, when you carry something rare,when your hands hold gold,when your mind births ideasthat the world has never told,you don’t just walk unseen.Instead, you become a target. Think about the creative; the one…

  • Winning the Battle Within Spoken Word by walking shadow.

    Winning the Battle Within Spoken Word by walking shadow.

    Before you fight the world,before you chase the crown,before you point fingers,telling the world, it’s holding you down…Fight yourself first. Fight the fear that keeps you stuck,the voice that whispers, “You’re not enough.”The one that tells you, “Stay in your lane,”when deep down, you were built to reign. See, fearit’s a cage with an open…

  • Grown, But Not Growing Spoken word by walking shadow.

    Grown, But Not Growing Spoken word by walking shadow.

    They say age is just a number,but I’ve seen toddlers in grown-up bodies,throwing tantrums in suits and heels,demanding respect they never give. I’ve seen old souls in young frames,silent in a room full of noise,watching, understanding, choosing peace,while those twice their age are out herefighting battles that ain’t even worth it. Maturity,it’s not the candles…

  • Love Me Through My Growth by walking shadow poetry.

    Love Me Through My Growth by walking shadow poetry.

    If you can’t love me in my upgrade,Then don’t even say you love me.I’m tired of the empty words that fallLike promises you never meant to keep. I’m a work in progress, a project still in motion,I’m not perfect, but I’m real.Can you see the struggle in my eyes,Or will you leave when the road…

  • Spoken Word: Ghosting, the Silent Exit by walking shadow poetry.

    Spoken Word: Ghosting, the Silent Exit by walking shadow poetry.

    Ghosting…It’s like a quiet storm,A sudden shift, no warning, no form.You’re left hanging, with your heart in distress,Wondering what happened was it all a mess? At first, they vanish, like smoke in the air,You reach out, but they’re never there.Now, you’re stuck with silence, filled with doubt,Wondering if you were the one they’d cast out.…

  • Why Someone Might Ghost You: Understanding the Silence by Precious Owoko

    Why Someone Might Ghost You: Understanding the Silence by Precious Owoko

    Why Someone Might Ghost You and Why It’s Not Ideal Ghosting can be confusing and hurtful. It often reflects the other person’s inability to communicate properly. Here’s a breakdown of why someone might ghost you and why it’s generally not a good thing to do. Reasons Someone Might Ghost You Why Ghosting Is Not a…

  • Is She Serious About Me? A Spoken Word from the Heart by walking shadow poetry.

    Is She Serious About Me? A Spoken Word from the Heart by walking shadow poetry.

    So, I’m sitting there, wondering,Is she serious about me?How do I know?It’s not always in the words she says,But in the way she shows up, in the little things she does. On that first date, my mind’s racing,I’m looking for signs, trying to make sense of the pacing.Am I just another guy passing through,Or is…