Marcus Hill
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Stories (78/0)
Vanished
Making mistakes is fun to even an uneven score, with hopes of creating an unwinnable challenge. Beaten and bruised with a large smile just to deny every feeling that was learned through a life that feels unbearable. Trying to justify being lonely sounds foolish once eye to eye with a soul that can finally see you. Agreeing is hard when fighting has built you from ground up and sustained life as you know it. Tears seamlessly replace smiles to those that can't understand the difference, as their emotions become blackened by countless disappointment. Lonely souls can't dance if you haven't noticed, but the right beat can align anyone if influenced by hope and faith.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Nothing more
Moments classify the soul as something to remember, but those moments must be embraced with full attention to ensure they aren't wasted. Figuring out how grateful we must be for each memory gracefully given to us takes time and commonly aging. Understanding we only exist in our time is difficult to grasp until those we've looked up to begin to remind us of our world has an ending. Most people will find joy in things that damage them internally, but never see the actual damage until they have more life behind them than ahead of them. Others try to grasp a concept attached to wisdom with hopes of attaining knowledge worth humbling for. Simply life turns out to be a puzzle with no correct answer, which ultimately shows us the root of our own faith.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
The Reel
I am pieces, and once gathered, I am whole but the puzzle of me is difficult. The start was clear and painless only to raise the height of my fall, ensuring the damage is felt when I do. Well, here I go. Everything caves in with little to feel or learn but challenges create monumental structures that put others in awe. I never asked for this but have no control over the suffrage I must endure regardless of what I believe I deserve. Somehow, we as humans believe the world should turn the way we prefer, although we tend to ruin our blessings regardless how graceful life treats us. Searching for answers becomes no easier with age, but the realization of our solutions being resolved with things we already possess is the truth of peace.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
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 Hill2 years 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 Hill2 years 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 years 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 years 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 years ago in Poets