Tag: preciousowoko
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We are walking paintings by walking shadow poetry.
Our lives,They are not just our own.They are stories written in real time,Pages turning with every step we take.They are footprints in the sand,Guiding those who come after us,A manual for the lost,A map for the wandering. We are walking paintings,Masterpieces in progress,Brushstrokes of pain and triumph,Shades of struggle,Layers of lessons.Every scar we carry is…
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“Unlock the Hidden Power Within: How to Overcome Life’s Bitter Struggles and Reclaim Your Passion!”
Onions, they cause tears.They steal your joy,Like a thief in the night,They snatch your happiness without warning,You didn’t even see it coming.One slice, one moment,And suddenly, your heart feels heavy,Your eyes flood with the weight of all that hurts,And you wonder,Why does something so smallHave the power to take so much? Lemons, they cause bitterness.You…
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Buried, Betrayed, But Not Broken.The Rise of the Chosen
I wonder…How many Josephs are sitting in their pits,not because they belong there,but because the ones they trusted the mostwere the same ones who threw them in.They wait, hoping, praying, believingthat maybe, just maybe, someone will remember them,someone will pull them out,someone will say, “You don’t deserve this.”But days turn to nights, nights to weeks,and…
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Regret is a Ruthless Teacher, But I Learned
I was left with questions,ones that echoed in my mind like an unanswered call,ones that made my heart sink a little deeper into itself. Was it my body?Was it my heart?Was it something I said, something that didn’t sit right with you?Did I turn you off?Did I say too much, or maybe too little? I…
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They Said Time Heals, But This Is What Really Helped by walking shadow poetry.
I wake up, but something feels off,Like a song without lyrics, a road lost in fog.The world still spins, the sun still shines,Yet deep in my heart, there’s a crack in time. You were more than blood, more than a name,A sister, a friend, nothing feels the same.I reach for my phone, then stop midway,Because…
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When It’s Time to Stop Chasing People | Spoken Word.
You’ve called…But no one’s picking up.You’ve sent messages,Words full of hope, full of heart,Yet, the silence is the only thing that speaks back.And it’s not once, not twice,It’s every time you reach out,Trying to prove they matter in your world. And quietly, you’ve been pleading,Not with your words, but with your actions.Hoping they’d notice your…
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Recognition and Results by Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya
In this world we live in, Where screens glow brighter than real conversations, Where clicks speak louder than silent dedication, It feels like everyone’s chasing something, But not always the right thing. We want to be seen, We want to be heard, We want the world to notice our existence, As if our worth depends…
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When Your Time Is Up
It’s never easy,Never simple,To watch someone else step into the spaceYou once called home. At first, you tell yourself it’s fine,That you’re fine.But truthfully, it’s not that simple.Because when someone else starts doing what you did…But smoother, sharper, better,It cuts deeper than words can ever explain. And somehow,It feels as though the world barely noticed…
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We grew up in humble families
We grew up in humble familiesWhere love filled the rooms, but survival shaped our days.Old houses held our childhood memories,While small towns echoed stories no one dared to tell. Every meal felt like a miracle.Getting to school demanded more than just willpower,It took courage to show up when the journey itself felt like a battle.And…