#markiplier - Hello Poetry

A motivator A big heart for everyone A beacon of light

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Apr 19, 2017

Apr 19, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC

lance-mcdonald

Markiplier

A motivator A big heart for everyone A beacon of light

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'Awaken my creation' A gentle whisper that resounds in a fog of dreams. Slowly my heavy eyes open, adjusting to the light. Sitting in a chair I see another across from me. 'Is that Me?' I wonder, unable to be sure. Their eyes open too, taking me in, unsure what is reality. Is this another dream? "Who are you?" Our voices call out in unison. I stand up from this metal seat, walking around the room. "Where are we?" Another voice joins mine. "Where ..." A nearby mirror confirms our fears. "I am you." "and I am you." A body no longer human, we are confined in suits of iron. Our faces are comprised of nothing but a screen. My eyes I sworn had open, "Was that only an illusion?" "Our memories?" "Do we share them the same?" Our past was one and the same, copies of each other. "Who is the original?" Are we truly the same, or one who became two new beings? And what of humanity? Who all is left, our family, our friends? Are they out there, do they exist, or are they nothing but copies, left to rot just above the ocean floor?

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC

annamarie-jenema

No Longer Yourself

'Awaken my creation' A gentle whisper that resounds in a fog of dreams. Slowly my heavy eyes open, adjusting to the light. Sitting in a chair I see another across from me. 'Is that Me?' I wonder, unable to be sure. Their eyes open too, taking me in, unsure what is reality. Is this another dream? "Who are you?" Our voices call out in unison. I stand up from this metal seat, walking around the room. "Where are we?" Another voice joins mine. "Where ..." A nearby mirror confirms our fears. "I am you." "and I am you." A body no longer human, we are confined in suits of iron. Our faces are comprised of nothing but a screen. My eyes I sworn had open, "Was that only an illusion?" "Our memories?" "Do we share them the same?" Our past was one and the same, copies of each other. "Who is the original?" Are we truly the same, or one who became two new beings? And what of humanity? Who all is left, our family, our friends? Are they out there, do they exist, or are they nothing but copies, left to rot just above the ocean floor?

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the stains trickling down the edges of his lips a straight face remaining a dreaded corpse begging to see blood evident everywhere hair creeping out in places ears tucked back neatly expressionless still lacking movement fear seeping into the environment death and life remains unknown symmetrical in every sense cloth removing simple vision steady and calm quiet elegancy graceful in thought until death once more.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC

alphashadowk

Void

the stains trickling down the edges of his lips a straight face remaining a dreaded corpse begging to see blood evident everywhere hair creeping out in places ears tucked back neatly expressionless still lacking movement fear seeping into the environment death and life remains unknown symmetrical in every sense cloth removing simple vision steady and calm quiet elegancy graceful in thought until death once more.

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