Do You Only Write Poetry Or Other Things As Well? What About Erotic Writings? Can You Please Share That?

Trauer

Und gerade schmerzen die Gedanken sehr,

weil sie wieder in mir keimt

und sich im Innern eint

Zusammenschließt aus Angst und Frust

entgegen aller Liebeslust.

Weil Tränen salzig und auch kalt

ganz ungebremst und ohne Halt

die Wangen längst ihr Eigen nennen

und sie sogleich hinunter rennen;

Immer wachsend in der Zahl

als hätten sie gar keine Wahl

fallen sie - zum Boden tiefer

springen ab - von meinem Kiefer.

Um dort leise zu zerspringen

in das eigen Meer zu dringen

das nun wächst auf lange Dauer

unterstützt durch meine Trauer.

- by Weltenasche.

So, big muscles and poetry are your things - we liked it. But, how about telling us your heigh?

I wouldn't necessarily call big muscles "my thing," but I'll leave it at that.

Interesting question that I haven't been asked in ages. I am around 5′10", which I had to look up on my ID card.

As a kid, was there something you absolutely wanted to do as an adult? If so did you do it?

I was quite an introverted child and preferred to spend time with myself, which resulted in certain preferences for activities. For example, I liked to spend my free time reading, doing card tricks, but as there were also "quantum leaps" in terms of technology in my childhood, I also liked to spend time gaming.

I don't remember too many details about my childhood, but I do remember that it was always a bit of a dream for me to develop a game myself and understand how they were built. And now it's been a few years since my childhood and I've developed not just one game, but several with different game engines and programming languages and now understand the build and development process, which has probably only added to my fascination.

In short: Yes, I did.

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.

Vergangene Tage

Die Tage längst vergangen

vom Winde fort geweht

die Liebe mag verlangen

dass sie niemals vergeht.

Auf Ewig und für immer

das sagten wir uns zwei

und sprachen uns sogleich

von all der Trauer frei. 

Verlernten doch zu sprechen

ich weiß es nicht zu sagen

als würde in mir brechen

was niemals war zu tragen. 

Ich gab es ab an dich

hinfort von meinem Körper

ein letztes mal Herz sprich

die ungeliebten Wörter. 

- by Weltenasche.

Ich vermisse deinen Namen, dessen weicher, warmer Klang sich seit jeher in Verlangen und Sehnsucht kleidet.

@wildbabysblog

It's a quote from Samuel Johnson, which I found through 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' written by Hunter S. Thompson.

In the context of the book, the quote came up when the blind woman, Mrs. Williams, told Dr. Johnson about an experience she had. She perceived a group of men as animalistic because they were getting drunk and wondered what pleasure they found in making themselves beasts.

The Dr. replied to her that he found it suprising that she did not see the strong inducement for this debauchery; for he who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

For me, the pain of being human consist of many things. Many people see themselves haunted by the discrepancy between the self and the desired self, fueled by a society which has long been trimmed to function and makes one's value dependent on its performance.

Being in constant confrontation with one's own perception, one's feelings, others' expectations of one and the interplay of all of the above.

The way of breaking out of this may seem bestial for some; but necessary for others.

(Sorry I had to answer it this way since my answer got to long for a normal text reply in the image comment section)

When you're not calligraphing for tumblr, what do you calligraph in your spare time? What do you calligraph most?

Mostly I calligraph my poems, texts and thoughts. At times I had also kept a kind of diary.

Most of all I calligraphed love letters.

What do u derive you inspiration from?

A love so pure and full of longing that I sometimes wonder how it could ever find room in a heart like mine. And a sorrow so deep that I could drown in it by the second. A desire so strong; a thousand kisses would only fuel it further, but could never satisfy it and regret so heavy; I simply cannot bear.

Having pencil arms and talking about your passion for sport lmao. Get a grip on reality dude 😂😂😂

I mean, you're not wrong in some ways. There are few things I find more boring than direct arm training.