What Colour Are Your Eyes?

Is there anything other than poetry that fascinates you?

Certainly, there are many other things that fascinate me. Animals, for example, which is why I have lived vegan for over ten years and vegetarian before that. Philosophy should also be mentioned here, which incidentally brought me to veganism. Otherwise sports, mostly training with weights and my own body weight, because it was always the compensation for me, which my emotions could not be. Calligraphy represents another balance, hardly anything relaxes me more sustainably; I also find psychology and behavioral analysis fascinating. Art in almost every kind and form, although drawings and paintings fascinate me the most. But also technology, especially programming and development.

To name just a few at this point.

Bett

Die Tage früher düster

die Nächte wiegen schwer

ein Traum von sanft zu wüster

dein Platz noch immer leer.

by Weltenasche.

Deutet es nicht auf etwas grundlegend tragisches in unserer Art hin, wenn wir versuchen, jeden Augenblick mit Trivialität zu füllen, nur um das Gespräch mit der fremden Stimme im eigenen Körper zu vermeiden? Und ist es nicht faszinierend, dass wir ein gesamtes Leben auf einer angenommenen Identität aufbauen, einer schillernden, brüchigen Illusion, die der Tod binnen weniger Momente zerschlägt?

Weltenasche

Not a name to write but can you please write the word >Winter< for me? :)

There you go

Do you listen to German music? Can you name a good band/song?

Haifisch - Rammstein.

--- Hier ist Platz für ein beliebiges Bild ---

In letzter Zeit, da sucht mich die Sehnsucht nach Zweisamkeit und Verlangen in Form eines nächtlichen Liebesbriefs heim. Ich werde nie darum vergessen, wie ich früher Nacht um Nacht an Gedichten geschrieben habe, um diese am nächsten Tag auf eine Reise zu senden, deren Ziel mein Herz nur zu gut kannte. Es ist schon interessant, was der Schein des Mondes durch ein kleines Dachfenster anrichten kann, wenn er im richtigen Winkel auf Papier und Tinte trifft und sich dabei in kleinsten Tränen bricht.

Weltenasche.

Reviewing your profile, it strikes me that you say that you are no stranger to erotic texts.I also write poetry and short stories, and I have received requests for erotic. In my case, I feel that it is something too intimate, to put it on the table my own experiences and kinks. May I ask if you don't post it because it's too intimate? Nice poetry, btw.

On the one hand, it certainly has to do with the fact that such writings bring certain thoughts and imaginations to light. For me, desire, lust and eroticism are linked to so much more than just a beautiful body and could never be satisfied only by such; there's more to it.

And this "more" is something I do not want to disclose so freely to everyone, just as I do not want to make deep feelings and thoughts accessible to everyone. True intimacy is a gift not to be shared with everyone.

Another reason is the fact that our language is limited and we can only ever try to translate sensations into it - an endeavor doomed to failure from the start. This insufficiency of language, the errors in translation, the inadequacy that becomes so painfully apparent with each successive word, is something that also bothers me a lot in this field, just as it does in the field of poetry.

But it also has to do with the fact that I - at least here on tumblr - do not have the feeling that many people are capable of looking at such a piece of writing in a detached way and possibly understand it as an invitation to approach me with sexual advances, as that has already happened through one or the other text or image post on my part. In general, I have made the experience that writings of this kind are far too often understood as some kind of invitation and far too rarely as an expression of feelings or art.

As you can see, there are a lot of reasons and in the end it will be a mixture of the ones shared above and those that I have not explicitly mentioned.

Thank you for the compliment, by the way.

Our Place

Walking through the powdery snow

I passed a place that I still know;

by heart - like every loving memory

that touched my heart so tenderly;

reminding me of all I miss

and every single endless kiss;

mourning as I went my way

I guess nothing gold can stay.

by Weltenasche.