Marcus Hill
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Stories (62/0)
Losing desire
What are we still doing here? Slowly drifting apart while trying to hold onto every moment that use to bring us joy. Those time have seemingly passed us by as we only find ourselves in constant unwinnable battles. Two losers hoping the other makes the bigger mistake that helps pointing the finger a lot easier. We both end up hating the fact that we met simply because our dying love anchors us together no matter how obvious the signs of separation may be. Love is unconditional, but somehow every turn has a new condition needed to make this love worthwhile. Quitting is a word we use to make our relationship seem desirable, but when really we are fools that would rather suffer than letting go. I find myself torn with thoughts of loving you forever and not seeing you ever again. It becomes scary when I only know being with you and I love how that usually makes me feel, but those emotions are never long lasting. Fighting against the truth is short term, as the thought of being without you appears unimaginable.
By Marcus Hill27 days ago in Poets
Not so easy
Choosing the path of abundance rolls off the tongue smoothly as if achieving it seems simple. Stability is a road with obstacles meant to break the chain of progression to halt every dream imagined. Confidence molds each idea around unstoppable energy, but the continuous battle of growth is won from one's own two feet. Establishing desire to distinguish how far you are willing to travel for the result of achievement showcases resilience. Unleash fear to influence freedom knowing failure is a requirement for progress, while building strength that ultimately guides the journey of salvation.
By Marcus Hillabout a month ago in Poets
New peace
This feels great, never knew what was missing until compromise grounded foundation. Each day becomes fulfilling when loving foes relate in ways that only promote resilience. Justifying the feelings that everyone hopes won't fade can make any positive souls anxious. The enjoyment of chance makes these moments seem everlasting simply because our focus is stolen by each other. Unforgiving the mistakes we made that involved anyone outside of us, but blessed by the opportunity of rewriting our history.
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
How else?
Effort means nothing if the impact is neglected by a view that demands more. Getting close seems impossible, as the idea of quitting becomes flirtatious with inner feelings. Adjusting is useless if every twist comes with another alteration needed to fit correctly. Those who are use to being carried always seem to demand more simply because they don't understand how heavy they actually are. Once walking on their own they will wonder why carrying them is to much instead of appreciating how far they have been brought. Everyone must be held accountable, but once the idea of being unsupported is directed to those who remain beside them at times of no benefit making the helping hand weak. Pressure forces the choice of growth or the option of quitting, but when effort is taken for granted then the "how else" effect will begin.
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
Getting through
Screaming in the direction of deaf ears does what? Simply wasting breathe without any possibility of a message being deciphered, but we usually continue to try. Expression of what is felt does not correlate with aggression, although it tends to when words are taken harmfully. Running out of air to get a point across makes quitting that much sweeter and starts to push apart any sturdy structure. Declaration of war in situations that call for peace creates times of hatred and sorrow from obvious mistakes. Justifying problematic situations that have been handcrafted by stubbornness only energizes the stable collapse of a beautiful relationship.
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
Best days
Just us, not surrounded but full from touch and laughs that seem to never fade. Control feels unnecessary when all we want is each other, while everything is in our reach for possession. The guide is the moon, as we change and follow at its mercy to remain unpredictable. Showcasing our faith sparks the world with what true love means and inspires those who've given up on this exact feeling. Not looking for connection, but uncontrollably wrapped inside its essence forcing hidden emotions to the surface. Combined efforts leading to one goal of many variations provides substance within the meaning of trust and all its forms. Justified feelings of satisfaction becomes normal when accompanied by a soulmate.
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
Unreachable
Listen up, this is not a drill but an everyday struggle for consistent peace. The ability to withstand unfair harmful behavior after countless amounts of support and patience can break anyone's will. Apologetic about the damage given, but never unwilling to move in the direction of progression. Forgiven is the unperfect child looking for salvation, but upholding little expectations that create difficulty. Tears avoid shedding when love has been held together by those unable to quit on a project so unfinished. Never justified in reason, but never to stubborn to throw themselves under the bus to relinquish the blow they may or may not have deserved. Scared to apply standards of greatness with the possibility of them being to much weight on the shoulders of those easily broken. Confidently feeling mistreated without realization of their own handling difficulty, but unmoved by the thought of being a hard task. Stubbornly rooted to the feeling of creation, as hearing what little is lacked from those that have been guided with tiresome effort can be challenging. Seemingly common ground cannot be reached when perception overtakes reasoning and truth.
By Marcus Hill3 months ago in Poets
No place
Withstanding what other can not makes you human, not special nor perfect. Watching struggle abuse mental capacity is hard to sit and watch, but we must. Relaxing while those around you battle a war of self perspectives is difficult, especially when the questions of their struggle can be answered. Afraid to let go, you slowly find yourself pushing those you wish to help out of reach. Offering a hand of assistance only matters if that hand is taken gracefully, but even then you must prepare to let go and allow damage to do its job. We are all built off mistakes and we continuously find ways to learn from them, so what happens when we repeat the same things that we were made to grow from? That idea hides in the grass of self reflection simply to make us feel comfortable not living up to what we believe we should be. How else does one minimize certain areas of lifestyle choices if faith is wrapped around the ability to always put your best foot forward. Coming up short in any area is against the walk of righteousness, but only if those subpar efforts are fueled with excuses or overlooked as minimal. We drown hoping for saving, although we only want to be saved the way we see fit. Altogether we must learn that growth is only for our benefit, even if we can not see its true essence.
By Marcus Hill3 months ago in Poets
Quiet storm
Rivals with combined feelings trying to understand their own unity is a sight to see. Fearlessly involving one another without thought of the preparation necessary to handle certain issues. Climbing the wall of frustration become tiresome when both sides refuse to leverage the other. Incapable of forfeiting personal focus for the greater good of the unit, is a unknown virtue for those stained with selfishness. Fighting is just a reason to disrupt peace simply because people tend to get bored with lasting greatness and perfection. Rifts caused by unrealistic expectations will blind the purpose of positivity and connection, which ultimately detours the path of love.
By Marcus Hill3 months ago in Poets
