Tag: STORY
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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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A Childhood Stolen, A Future Rebuilt.My Journey of Survival
I was just a boy when the storm hit,Back in 2009, my world split.I lost both parents in the blink of an eye,And from that moment, I had to learn to survive. At first, I thought family would be my shield,But then came 2010, and reality was revealed.My own sister, the one I called home,Turned…
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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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Behind the Laughter, She Was Fighting a War No One Could See.
She preferred the noise…Because in the quiet, the thoughts got too loud.And trust me, no one tells you how heavy silence can be,When your heart is screaming things your mouth can’t say. See, the world moves fast, and she learned to keep up.Laugh a little louder, talk a little longer,Stay busy, always busy,Because if she…
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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…
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It’s strange, really by Walking Shadow Poetry
I’m scared of being alone,Not the kind where you sit quietly for a while,But the kind that feels like a heavy shadow,Creeping in when no one’s around. It’s strange, really.How silence can feel louder than a crowd,How an empty room can weigh more than a thousand voices. I don’t like it,The quiet.The stillness.It feels too…
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Echoes of a Broken Home by Walking Shadow Poetry
I was raised where love sounded like warWhere the walls shook not from laughter,But from voices sharp enough to cut through silence.Where “I love you” was whispered in public,But fists spoke louder behind closed doors. I grew up learning that love…Was something you had to survive. And so, I survived.Through nights where sleep was a…