Marcus Hill

Joined January 2022

127 stories

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Words speak louder than anything on earth, Keep writing! Keep speaking!

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Borrowed Heat
Last match burns my thumb Its small sun inside the wind Dark learns my name first
By Marcus Hill21 days ago in Poets
Emergency Heat
Phone at one percent blue screen warms my bare palms now snow kills the signal
By Marcus Hill21 days ago in Poets
Just Today
What a trip— my mind glued to everything I watched slip through my fingers. The tips of my fingers are raw from turning the pages of my identity
By Marcus Hill21 days ago in Poets
The Fire Did Not Follow Me
The fire did not follow me when I left. It stayed where it was made— not abandoned, not grieving, just finished with its portion of the night.
By Marcus Hill26 days ago in Poets
What The Fire Leaves
The fire does not end all at once. It learns how to let go. First, the loud parts leave— the snapping, the reaching tongues of light
By Marcus Hill28 days ago in Poets
The Version They Never Saw
Welcome. No photos, please — some memories bruise under flash. To your left: a glass case of “Almost.” Almost healed.
By Marcus Hillabout a month ago in Poets
Yeah… You
Let me talk to you for a second — not the version you show the world, but the one that exhales when nobody’s looking. You.
By Marcus Hillabout a month ago in Poets
I Keep Dangerous Company
I keep dangerous company— not because they fight, but because they feel. Men who know the weight of their own silence.
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
Where I Stand to Rise
My roots were never just soil and history. They were the hands that held me steady, the prayers spoken before I knew my own name,
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
The Things I Carry Forward
I used to think gathering was only about holding on— hands full, pockets stretched, heart tired from the weight of what I refused to release.
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
Meant For Me
I’ve learned the hardest lessons from the things I reached for that were never mine. The almosts. The nearlys. The could’ve-beens
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
Still Learning Warmth
The sky forgot to promise warmth, and I didn’t ask. I just watched my breath write brief poems in the air, watched the wind rearrange
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets

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Borrowed Heat

Emergency Heat

Just Today

The Fire Did Not Follow Me

What The Fire Leaves

The Version They Never Saw

Yeah… You

I Keep Dangerous Company

Where I Stand to Rise

The Things I Carry Forward

Meant For Me

Still Learning Warmth

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