Wie Ermüdend Ist Doch Des Tages Angesicht. So Nichtssagend, Gehaltlos, Repetitiv; Ein Ausbruch Scheint

Where angels wade

Through lips like art, I found my thirst,

in tearful eyes, the pain immersed.

Your hair, once soft, began to fade,

may fears dissolve where angels wade.

by Weltenasche.

Was wünscht du dir?

Grundlegend mehr Zeit. Nicht im Sinne, dass ich dem Unausweichlichem ausweichen möchte und diesem Gedanken folgend ewig leben möchte; mehr im Sinne von Zeit, die ich für mich und die von mir bevorzugten Dinge nutzen kann. Kalligraphie zum Beispiel, denn diese kommt häufig zu kurz, wenn andere weltliche Verpflichtungen Überhand nehmen.

Glass

We danced on glass, too blind to see the floor,

until the shards were all that we stood for.

The blood it drew became my sacrifice,

if only wisdom came at a lighter price.

by 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.

Flower

Deep into the dark of night

a single seed was cast to earth;

buried with no star in sight

hoping for a loving birth.

And a flower was to rise

from the dusty ground it grew;

could I really trust my eyes

when all I saw in it was you?

And I watered it with tears

and given it your name;

still it wilted in its fears

was I the one to blame?

by Weltenasche.

Doesn't it piss you off that a random woman can just post a picture of her tits/ass without any effort and get ten times as many likes and attention for it as you will ever get for one of your poems? Then why post poems at all? But this blog is dead anyway - no interaction - no posting - nothing 🤣

No, it doesn't, and honestly, I've never really thought about that before. I don't measure my blog and its value by trivial things like attention or likes.

But from a logical standpoint, it only makes sense, as poetry is more of a niche interest, while something like sexual desire, which is amplified/triggered by the visual impressions you mentioned, certainly appeals to a broader audience.

And I post my poems because I enjoy reading the associations they evoke in people who read them, the ways in which they are interpreted, the memories, impressions, and feelings that people associate with them.

Not everything in the world we call ours should be solely tied to attention, although certainly too much already is.

I'm shocked and appalled that most of your followers are so hyper obsessed with your body. Your poetry is so nice!

Thank you for saying that.

I don't think it's most of my followers, but a small and noisy minority of them. I suppose that's the risk you take when you share such pictures of your body. Is that the way it should be? Of course not, but the world is not perfect and I stopped blindly listening to the words and opinions of strangers a long time ago; and I can only recommend that to everyone - especially in times of the internet.

Can i send you nudes?🔥

If you want to know if you are physically able to do that, then I suppose the answer to that question is "yes." If - and I think this is more likely - your question is whether it is okay for me or if I would be happy about it, then I have to answer this with a "no".

I have never understood the sole attraction to a body, when it is the personality and the many small characteristics that make a person (and thus the body) interesting in the first place.

Was für Kunst magst du? Wleche Künstler findest du faszinierend?

Gewissermaßen ist mein künstlerisches Interesse von einer Faszination für das Morbide geprägt. Folglich sprechen mich düstere Kunstwerke an, die beispielsweise von Melancholie, Einsamkeit, Hoffnungslosigkeit oder Agonie durchzogen sind.

Meiner Meinung nach wohnt in nichts auf dieser Welt eine vergleichbare Detailverliebtheit, wie die in einer gequälten Seele; Und wenn jene Seele diese leidvollen Momente zu Blatt bringt, dann sprechen wir von Kunst.

Um ein paar Beispiele zu nennen:

„Angoisse“ - August Friedrich Schenck

„The Orphan“ - August Friedrich Schenck

„И ПРОСТИ НАМ ГРЕХИ НАШИ“ (dt. Und vergib uns unsere Sünden) - Emil Holárek

„Musstad“ - Theodor Kittelsen

„Epidemie“ - Alfred Kubin

„Abandoned“ - Jakub Schikaneder

Die Verbildlichungen von Gustave Doré (besonders bezogen auf Dantes Inferno, 13. Gesang; den Wald der Selbstmörder)

Und noch viele mehr, aber das sollte als kurze Auflistung erstmal genügen.