Marcus Hill
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Words speak louder than anything on earth, Keep writing…. Keep speaking…
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Stories (78/0)
New names collection: The Baby
The baby: Just a reference for new life that isn’t present yet. everyone wishing upon you to make things better as if within you contains some sort of answer. Before taking one breathe of fresh air you’re suffocated, but is that a bad thing? Not having room to inhale or exhale can be beneficial when a toxic world will do anything in its power to destruct something so precious. Stay submerged in innocence as the feeling of freedom is short lived & realize every moment of pain only makes us all want to go back to the start. Develop, don’t change. Grow up, but stay the baby. You’ll never hold the weight of the world on your shoulders just the life you choose for yourself which can feel all to similar.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
The understanding
Nights become days because what’s the difference? Not fitting in was a normal lifestyle for Marvin, so he would wait to live in the darkest hours. Nights were full of peace and calm almost like he had the whole world to himself. While daytime was full of poverty, sadness, and bullying. A winner in a loser’s place, passed upon daily based off circumstance. Continuously trying to find his way in a world that doesn’t seem to want him. Although his life is hard, Marvin always had a unique way of sharing his gift with the world even if nobody was around to listen. One night Marvin is in bed talking to the moon, having a conversation only he can hear. He holds no punches while showing his obvious disappointment in the life he was given. This night is like most, full of complaints, smiles, anger, and laughs. Yes, it’s odd, but that’s what made Marvin Special. Relentless conversations that could fix the world with one listen if only given the chance. His ability to inspire runs deep but seems pointless without an audience to influence or talk to. As the night grows longer Marvin feels fed up with emotions like he’s going to explode. Don’t worry, this is normal for Marvin. He is known for his uncontrollable outburst of feelings that he bottles up for years. The most unique talent of his is writing, and that’s what he turns to when speaking seems useless. Words jumble up in his head, but he expresses a masterpiece with elegance that leaves no trace of struggle. Marvin writes “Shapes cut from the walls, decorated around the room. Eyes open without a single image consumed, while Thoughts are like visions painting the mind. Moments glued together like a movie, teaches us lessons we never heard. Rage is calm once the pulse settles but the damage is done. Beaten & bruised Is the soul with no hiding place, searching for cover while under fire. One must gasp in thin air hoping to fill their lungs, but not breathing abandons struggle. Take a deep breath even if it’s your last, that way you know u tried to live”. His gift is evident, but he tears each page to shreds not seeing his own beauty. The quest of self-love eludes most, even those with abundance of praise and wealth struggle to see inside themselves for their own greater good. So, Marvin finds himself back where he started, upset, lonely, but peaceful. He believes that hurt is less damaging coming from himself, but he is wrong. Constantly hunting for answers within his own chest Marvin remembers something he recently learned. He learned that if you can’t face trouble yourself then think of yourself as something that can. This inspires Marvin and makes him start writing all over again. Marvin writes “Stunning uncertainty questioning each step with freedom. Consistent Wrong direction is common when the joke on life is maximized. Calm is a reckless mindset persuaded by undiagnosed feelings. Relax, just breathe, how simple. Words never heard can’t be spoken but that’s obvious. Relentless pressure to be seen & heard because fixed eyes never look inward. The hesitation to look closer is normal, but that doesn’t justify the action. The crave for recognition & attention must start with one’s own eyes, examining every page like an interesting book. Think wholeheartedly building the standard of excellence needed to be introduced to one’s core. Gifts of empty boxes get the same reaction which makes (giving) the first & last resort. Burnt out & youthful, what a wonderful trend. Keep starring the answer will come, but only once different is taken seriously can things change. Demand greatness & it shall be delivered, although his version might be much different than yours. Flourish your faith & love with hopes of receiving a gift worth opening”. He titled it “Barn Owl, the night hunter”.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Fiction
Over
Feelings glued deep within, constantly unprepared to deal with the truth. Denial finishes first in the race of mistakes & wrong doings. Bowing one’s head doesn’t clear the path of happiness until all choices are made around love & faith. Strive for righteousness instead of selfishness, although the lines tend to intertwine often. Focus the enjoyment of life around the idea of inspiration in hopes to evoke change. Failing to do so can cause rifts not fit for the soul. This damages progress within one’s character. Fight for more as we tend to get satisfied with temporary pleasure. Who you are is unknown if never shown, creating a conflict between what we want to be & who we are. Trying to figure out if we are capable is the idea of a doubter, especially after walking in faith. The only thing one should steal is time, since it can’t be bought or returned. Realize the strength you’ve been blessed with & embrace god’s gift….. YOU!
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Comprehension
Solving the solution to a false problem spins the world as we know it, creating war amongst peace and freedom. Isn’t it strange that regardless of the pain we endure, the ability to smile never leaves. The dying man finds strength to smile & comfort loved ones, while they know it’s a bitter sweet moment no one can realize the grace and light the heart is touched with in those last seconds. The cloud of sadness is heavy, but the power of love can fix a broken heart and what is more poetic than that. We spend lifetimes trying to avoid hurt instead of creating moments that make god speechless. Every day we are free regardless of lively hood or circumstance simply because of the ability to smile. Death is easy, living is hard. Being hurt and carrying around pain is easy, choosing love and forgiveness is hard, always choose hard because it makes LIFE easier.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
The story of Johnny Lovely
Blessed speech is easy flowing and is obvious to the eye of the lost. Idolizing to once become the successor while gazing at opportunity to speak. The dying voice screams loud full of knowledge with hopes of being heard. Numb to right doings we complete many wrongs to feel safe and find common grown with our demons. It is until we understand that we can never kill our demons, but yet stand above them, allowing us to understand if we are to ever be touched by them, that we are going down instead of up, as we ascend demons virtually disappear as we outgrow our past selves.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets
Terrific tragic tragedy
Learned thru pain we believe in brightness, as if we haven’t lived in the dark all our lives. The undefeated man lives without disturbance knowing his life is everlasting, while the common man is consumed in flaws and sin. Tears carry weight words can’t and craft new thinking throughout society, but the saddest reality is tears dry quickly leading the norm back to existence. Stay submerged in tears while not trying to live like the undefeated man, instead beat him in his own race until he eventually passes you. At this moment u have won not lost, but striding as hard as u did created a wonderful love throughout your life full of faith. the gates have welcomed a new comer. As others grieve with the common idea of loss you begin the greatest journey of your life so far, no more running the race instead cheer wildly as everyone else tirelessly runs the same race.
By Marcus Hill2 years ago in Poets