#Merrit Malloy

[un-suflet-anonim]

[ibolsworld]

MEZAR YAZISI

Öldüğümde benden arta kalanları ölmeyi bekleyen çocuklara ve yaşlılara verin.

Ve eğer ağlaman gerekiyorsa, Sokakta yanında yürüyen kardeşin için ağla. Ve bana ihtiyacın olduğunda, herkese kollarını dola ve bana vermen gerekeni onlara ver.

Sana kelimelerden veya seslerden daha iyi bir şey bırakmak istiyorum.

Beni tanıdığım, sevdiğim insanlarda ara, eğer beni ele veremiyorsan, en azından izin ver gözlerinde yaşayayım, aklında değil. Beni en çok Ellerin ellere dokunmasına izin vererek, Bedenlerin bedenlere dokunmasına izin vererek ve Özgür olması gereken çocukları bırakarak sevebilirsin.

Aşk ölmez, insanlar ölür.

O yüzden benden geriye kalan tek şey aşk olduğunda,ver beni.

~Merrit Malloy

[intj-confessions]

Watching The Midnight Club and this poem hit so hard I had to find it for future reference. Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what's left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or Sounds. Look for me In the people I've known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live on your eyes And not on your mind. You can love me most By letting hands touch hands, By letting Bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children That need to be free. Love doesn't die, People do. So, when all that's left of me Is love, Give me away. I'll see you at home In the earth.

[tears-of--satan]

Merrit Malloy - „I‘ll get through it“

*my handwriting and picture ©

- please don‘t remove the caption ©

@tears-of--satan

[princessofmistake]

Quando morirò dai via ciò che resta di me, ai bambini e agli anziani che aspettano di morire. E se vuoi piangere,  fallo per il fratello che ti cammina accanto per strada. E quando avrai bisogno di me, abbraccia qualcuno  e dai loro ciò che dovevi dare a me. Voglio lasciarti una cosa, qualora di meglio delle parole o dei suoni. Cercami nelle persone che ho conosciuto o amato. E se non riesci a lasciarmi andare, almeno fammi vivere nei tuoi occhi e non nella mente. Puoi amarmi di più lasciando che le mani tocchino mani, che i corpi tocchino i corpi, e lasciando andare i bambini che devono essere liberi.  L'amore non muore, le persone sì. Quindi, quando di me resterà solo amore... donami agli altri.

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy, ep. 1x10 the midnight club 

[humblyhumbling]

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give them

What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds.

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live on in your eyes

And not on your mind.

You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands,

By letting

Bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away.

[amidstthestars]

When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give to them What you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds. Look for me In the people I’ve known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live in your eyes And not on your mind. You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands By letting Bodies touch bodies And by letting go Of children That need to be free. Love doesn’t die, People do. So, when all that’s left of me Is love, Give me away

 — Merrit Malloy

[uniasus]

A year ago my yiayia passed, and when I mentioned it in a fuc A/N, someone commented and recommended this poem. (Sorry whoever you were, but i don't remember your name). I really liked it then, it was soothing, and as it's the anniversary of her death I had to pull this up again for a reread.

Epitaph

by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds.

Look for me In the people I’ve known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live on in your eyes And not on your mind.

You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands, By letting Bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die, People do. So, when all that’s left of me Is love, Give me away.

I’ll see you at home In the earth.

[nsantand]

Merrit Malloy - Epitáfio

Quando eu morrerDoa o que restar de mimÀs criançasE aos idosos que esperam para morrer. E se precisares chorar,Chora por teu irmãoQue caminha pela rua ao teu lado.E quando precisares de mim,Põe teus braçosEm volta de alguémE dá-lhe o que tens a me oferecer. Quero deixar-te algo,Algo melhorQue palavrasOu sons. Busca por mimNas pessoas que conheciOu amei,E se não puderes me doarAo menos deixa-me…

[thelibraryofsylphide]

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds.

Look for me In the people I’ve known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live on in your eyes And not your mind.

You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands, By letting bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die, People do.

So, when all that’s left of me Is love, Give me away.

[flanaganfilm]

this is maybe a long story but bear with me

you appeared in a video of ladyknightthebrave's about bly manor. she also did a video oh hill house (i've watched both a lottt of times). this will be relevant in a minute.

when i watched the midnight club and ilonka read epitaph by merrit malloy, it was sooo familiar to me specifically in the context of your work and mostly hill house, but it wasn't part of the funeral scene(s) and i googled and googled and couldn't figure out why i knew this poem.

cut to me rewatching (for the umpteenth time) ladyknightthebrave's hill house video and she BRINGS UP THE POEM and i felt so unbelievably satisfied and gratified knowing why i associated that poem so strongly with hill house.

so my question is - is it a coincidence that that poem appeared in the midnight club years after her video came out? is she just really in tune with you as a filmmaker? had you seen her hill house video either before or after being interviewed for her bly manor video? i've always been curious.

I saw her Hill House video long before the interview and before the Midnight Club, and I was incredibly moved by her use of the poem. It stayed in my mind as we wrote Midnight Club, and I knew I wanted to use it there.

[2treez]

"When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give to them

What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds.

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live in your eyes

And not on your mind.

You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands

By letting

Bodies touch bodies

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love, Give me away..."

Merrit Malloy

🌳🫶🏼🌳

Artist: Duy Huynh

[butterfliesarefree3149]

When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give to them

What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds.

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live in your eyes

And not on your mind.

You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands

By letting

Bodies touch bodies

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away

Merrit Malloy

[not-another-robin]

do you have a favorite poem?

I do, it's epitaph by Merrit Malloy :)

"When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give them

What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds. 

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live on in your eyes

And not your mind.

You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands,

By letting bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away."

It really helped me when my mom passed away, I read it at her memorial. I'm thinking of getting the last line tattooed :)

[lobstermatriarch]

I'm so sorry for your loss 🫂 When it's time for our loved ones to leave, the best we can do is to make sure they do not suffer. Which doesn't really ease our own pain, but it can be a lifeline. And just… hold onto all your cherished memories of her as a reminder that love is always worth it.

I know the subject here is people, but Merrit Malloy's poem Epitath is about death and love, and we can apply its main philosophy to all beings. It's a blind shot, but this gives me some comfort, so maybe it will offer something to you too.

Once again, I'm sorry 🫂 please, take care 🫂

🫂 Thank you my dear, this was really lovely to receive and I'm sorry for the delay in responding. It's been a hard couple of days, but you're right, the love is always worth it. I try to hold on to the good times, and at the very least I'm grateful that my family and I got the chance to ease her suffering before it could get any worse.

And thank you so much for recommending the poem. A good epitaph is absolutely a comfort, and this was lovely.

(I'm sure my dearly departed old lady would thank you, too. Or at least offer a sandpapery hand bath, she was very good at those.)

[sundancer9]

There are people who cannot say good-bye

They are born this way , this is how they die

They are the keepers of promises ,what moves them does not wear out

Their loyalty will tear apart your clocks

These are the people who can hear the music in songs

They are the Vow carriers

The grandmothers who always leave the porchlight on

No one is lost to the one who sees .

These are the women widowed by men they never married.

These are the girls who wait even when you don't come.

These are the mothers of orphans , they can turn a fake into an original

They will hear the prayer in your self-contempt.

As distance is measured ,people do not end

It is one of those stories that cannot be written down except across a lifetime of open doors .

There is a holding on beyond the letting go

There is a reunion in everybody's chest

This is how we come to make a family from strangers

This is how we light candles

These are people who will remember you when you meet them

These are the people you can always call at night

They are humans turned angels by your asking

With each separation they go to seed again

These are the men who carried you on their shoulders

This is the one you are lonely for

the one who begins and ends your hunger

This is the man who said "Always"

There is something that does not wear out

It is the third part of any two people who join .

It opens and closes.

There are people who are alone who are not apart

This is why we listen to the madman when he speaks

People change but they do not stop

This is how we learn "Forever"

There are people you can count on

They are the keepers of promises

They are candles lit from each other

They can teach us eternity

We can get what we can give

This is the instruction

There are people who do not say goodbye

As distance is measured

You are one of them ..

Merrit Malloy, The People Who Didn't Say Goodbye