Marcus Hill
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Words speak louder than anything on earth, Keep writing…. Keep speaking…
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They usually don't listen
Speaking with no attention of being heard must be common by now. Always walking lightly to avoid fragile feelings, but sacrificing one's own pride. Foolishness is only relatable when both sides take part, which is uncommon for the one who hears all. Not perfect, but who is? The idea of making everyone else full may leave the one who gives empty. Trying to satisfy can be unsatisfying when replication is absent, but staying true to morals will always bring satisfaction. Restrain resentment, as those who fail you only do so accidently which provides forgiveness presence within the heart. Never turn from what hurts to only embrace the good, but peace must replace stress for healing to surface. Speak when you feel needed, but that can only be chosen by you. Express what you choose without apology to endure life while ensuring your voice is heard.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Won’t stop sinking
Why am I drowning? I suffer looking for a hand to grant me air, but constantly denied without reason. Do I deserve to slowly sink even if I try my hardest to rescue myself? I remember jumping in whenever hearing the word help, but suddenly ignored when positions are reversed. Can the spirt drown? Or does it find ways to lift the soul to paradise even after drowning to death. Am I worth jumping in for or am I to heavy to stop sinking. The struggle is gorgeous, I can only see the best parts of my life while enduring the worst. If I could I would yell don’t jump in, as I enjoy the time alone to suffer in peace. “Fight for me” is something you won’t hear from lips that drown by choice. Watch while I sink and disappear from the world I never fit in. Don’t look away as you offer no assistance to my death. Enjoy it as it only happens once and then tomorrow will never come for me. So let me sink because I deserve to, don’t jump in as saving me would only make drowning more tempting.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Somehow someway
Why now? why not 10 years from now, why not 10 years ago? Those questions seem to matter, but obviously don't. You are where you are because everything is made beautiful in it's time. If you ever doubted that then reach inside every bad choice and see if you would repeat that action if represented today. The ways we love should scare us because it's an emotion that's unexplainable. Somehow every person on earth is different, but we all feel the same emotions just to different things. Someway we all get mad and happy, but we are all different.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Motivation
Each piece put together makes a picture
Continue, just one word that expresses the will to go forward and push through each hardship one may encounter. Continue, as you realize the game of life can be played in any way that seems fit, but only offered with a single chance. Continue, while obstacles arise and alter the path of continuation without showing any desire to yield. Continue, because your life means more than fear ever could. Continue, even when the outside yells stop to slow your fight towards goals although your inner self pleads for continuation. Continue, so your last day is exciting as you left no stone unturned and no corner without a peak. Continue, as the life you built is foundation for those you may never meet that will wear a shared name across their backs that guide them to every finish line. Continue, because that is all you have ever known just like days run into nights and then onto tomorrow. Continue just like you kept reading and follow the spirit each of us were given at birth to inspire each fiber engrained within your soul. Continue.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
The build up
Why do you do what you're doing? The question that we ask ourselves without a true answer, as we change the reason like seasons to make our own conscience more comfortable. Denying we lack effort is a dangerous drug that fuels complacency keeping us from progression to avoid reality. Face fear like a laughable joke to surrender your inner doubt that holds you back from risk that create dreams. Instead breakthrough your shallow ego to expand what you've always known as true. Fight safety as your growth is hindered without caution, hesitation only secures traits that influence less while making us do more. So why hold back?
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Can’t miss what you never had
Follow the path that leads your heart to freedom although damage is common. Forget reality as you have changed the purpose of my tomorrow. Turning (me time) into (we time) is a pleasant surprise worth reopening just to relive our initial connection. Suffering to cope without the presence of your peace is something I haven’t mastered, as you’ve stolen my need for alone time. Sharing space seems inevitable as separation only brings questions of nonsense. Foundation is underrated until love strikes the core. Searching for excuses that make stalling seem worth it to avoid feelings you perceive unworthy of. How selfish am I to ignore the chill felt from your touch, without realizing your grip is irresistible. Your grace inspires passion like a river with no end, although I hesitate to embrace us. Unable to admit my surrender, but undeniably in love with a stranger.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Certainly uncertain
Why does recklessness come to us easier than peace? How do we inspire to be happy, but act out of grief and pain. Do the words we say mean that we believe in them or do we say what we should depending on convince. Realize shrinking yourself benefits no one and breaks down character. Stand firmly in place to prove your individuality and show your relentless effort of being you. Life sounds basic through someone else’s vision so why try? Embrace your self value and appreciate the time you’ve been given as someone else’s mistake can also become yours. Control elevates life’s enthusiasm that leads passion to live forefront in everyone’s eyes, but truth evades most. Unravel your core to release the unapologetic version of character you’ve always had locked away to avoid outside judgment. Instead showcase your inner most desires that imprint the world the way you always envisioned.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
No one else
Vulnerability is a lie I tell to make you feel close to me. Meanwhile I hide cowardly to avoid my greatest gift. Love confuses those hardened by life’s stable struggles and changes the heart into something different. Tomorrow is promised to no one, but neither are you and that scares me more than anything. Finding ways to create obstacles toward my goals is my specialty as I fear what I’ve never had. Trying to understand “is this real” gives a headache no medication can cure. Wanting to know everything will be okay is everyone’s problem, but not trusting you hurts more than anything. Trying to find ways to believe your words are as true as my undying love gives me unexplainable chills. Being a man means abiding by society standards of masculinity while upholding an image of dominance. Somehow your standards eclipse all as I will be anything you need me to be to secure a spot in your life. Your love means eternal happiness so teach me your bravery and I will follow you into war, while insuring us means forever.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Who knew
What’s unexpected is inevitable when trying to understand a plan you’ve never seen. If what you feel makes you full then dive deeper to explore emotions people dream about. Moments that contain everything and then some hurt when they end, but leave an everlasting memory never forgotten. The inability to go back builds meaningful presence within each day that teaches us to cherish life. Your battles are test of resilience to see if you have learned from history itself. Breaking the cycle of continuous mistakes allows love to find a lost soul. For every good thing there’s a bad, but one must be determined to choosing correctly to avoid useless stress. People will fail you often so hold onto those that give you strength and love that last lifetimes. Remember all bad things come to an end, so raise your chin in belief of brighter days. Create exactly what you feel enhances your inner spirt and refuse any outcome that requires settling for less.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Hamilton
Accomplished so smile while exhibiting no restraint, says the one with a heart submerged in tears. Battled tested to see purpose without instruction, and remaining as sturdy as possible. Ouch replaces lesson as if the word was nonexistent, regardless of repetition one’s eyes tend to go down before ever turning up. A child’s recollection and care of circumstance is bare to none, which virtually makes every child free. So I ask, why do we ever lose our freedom if we’re all children at heart?
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets