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Sun is shining right through my skin,

Sun’s embrace sinking in,

As if my skin is paper thin.

I was born like this,

I know others came into the world with thicker skin.

Sun’s rays only kissing them,

But for me it’s always so very all-consumingly.

You know how every medal comes with a shiny and a dull side?

But what is brighter than sunlight?

Able to feel all her beautiful deadliness,

To know that even burning you alive would be only a mere fraction of her mighty power.

Like how love feels to our fragile hearts.

We want its warmth but it could easily scorch us alive,

Imprint us with her lovely scars.

But I was told;

There is nothing more honorable, than dying for love.

-mery, august '24

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Cosmic light echoes through endless night,

The universe is indifferent to our lives.

Rage that melts polar ice,

A laugh that brings peace to every heart,

A spark of hope ignites.

Eyes tired of witnessing lies,

Truth in those broken cries.

Putting together pieces of shattered glass,

Leaving some behind.

Breathing in sharp, fragmented parts,

Building a new home of ashes and dust.

Loved ones’ shirts are turning red,

Bloody flowers blooming from their chests.

Revenge cannot fill the bottomless void of abysmal pain.

War drums beat where once was a pulse,

Turning living souls into parts of a puppet show.

Your world fades to black and white,

Your eyes used to reflect the light.

Now memories burn achingly bright,

Timeless stories spun in an unbroken cycle,

From gleaming souls to dull minds.

You feed on hurt because a part of you was starved of love.

Soldiers don’t look into your eyes,

Afraid to see themselves in another life.

They could be you,

You could be them.

In another life, you would listen to each other’s laughter,

Trying to catch hope’s weakest spark.

-mery

“cycle of war”, august ‘24

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Impermanence is imminent

I just wish to tell you

Death won’t come for you

Give you hope that there is no end

Mortal bodies experiencing immortality

A piece of eternity patching our souls

Filling the gaps left by life’s trials

Death’s dance will not be our last

But we will dance it together, transcending into somewhere else

-mery

“facing impermanence”, july ‘24

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I look for you in every part

Not even death could tear us apart

A storm now looms within my heart

My mind cuts sharp as broken glass

I see the beauty in the dust

This pain, it makes me feel alive

-mery

“painfully alive”, july ‘24

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Did you ever think about

How the wind embraces you with the hunger to consume you,

How light shines on you with the eagerness to set you on fire,

And how the most beautiful things have the power to turn you into dust?

-mery

“from beauty to dust”, july ‘24

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The atmosphere shifts, yet remains familiar,

New words emerge to articulate timeless emotions,

Different shades of the same color

We evolve, yet our essence persists unchanged,

Different shapes to the same motive

Change is our only constant, in this eternal dance of existence.

-mery

“deja vu”, july ‘24

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Waves crash against thinning shores,

Relentless in their coming,

Even as sands erode,

And storm clouds loom.

Darkness deepens, winds howl fierce,

Hearts grow heavy with each strike,

Yet the waves keep coming,

Indifferent to our pain

We brace ourselves, weary and worn,

Facing the merciless tide,

For in the struggle, we endure,

Resilience is born when hardship is found.

-mery

„crashing waves“, june ‘24

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To earn love, perfection is not required, but the earnest pursuit of becoming your finest self is essential.

-mery

„about earning love“, september ‘23

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Manchmal weiß ich es

und manchmal hoffe ich es

Ich weiß die stille Nacht ist friedlich,

aber sie ist auch einsam

Der Wind ist stark wie eine Umarmung,

aber auch eiskalt wie ein Mahnung

Wo sind wir nur und wo bist du?

Um eines Tages zu sein wo du bist,

Müssen wir alleine sein im Mondschein

Dich vermissen wie den Sonnenschein

Wir warten auf unsere Geschichte

Auf den Anfang, die Mitte und ihr Ende

Aber unsere Geschichte hat kein Ende

Nur unsichtbare Wände

-mery

“Unsichtbare Wände”, April 2023

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Einen Gedanken der nicht in Worte gefasst ist, den kann man nicht greifen

Aber Worte die sich mit einem Gedanken befassen, die kann man begreifen

-mery

“Gedanken aufschreiben”, April 2023