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.
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.
I've seen a lot of rude readers, so I came to say that I feel your poetry like I feel hunger and other basic needs. It just seems like the extent of sensitivity, if I may say so.
Glad to know you're still posting.
Thank you for taking the time to share this with me and for putting your feelings into such beautiful words.
I appreciate it.
You write beautiful poetry, you are good looking, athletic, have abs, are intelligent and can express yourself beautifully. What's the catch? Why are you single?
I've never shared anything about my relationship status here; intentionally, by the way, as it only leads to strange questions or messages.
I guess the catch would be that my flirting game involves me sending cat memes and that's it.
So you don't have any preferences when it comes to women?
I did not say that. Preferences are human and it would be strange if I lacked them. I just find the division into thick and thin too meaningless, since many other factors play into it. And I don’t even necessarily mean the interplay of character and appearance; that just adds complexity and depth.
Rather, I mean small, almost inconspicuous details, such as not standing out from a large group of people or the lighting up of deep-looking eyes that can talk for hours about their passion.
You made me beautiful, held within your eyes,
a reflection I could cherish, to my surprise.
But in a thousand gazes, I sought in vain,
that same sweet beauty, I'd never find again.
by Weltenasche.
Maybe if you weren't such an asshole people would be nicer to you. Just think about it :)
You speak as if people being nice to me is something I cared about.
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.
In Stille war entstanden
Nacht für Nacht vereint
Lippen, die verstanden
in einem Herz das nicht mehr weint.
Es war zu schön um wahr zu sein
bedigungloser Traum
empfunden warmer Sonnenschein
am Herzen aufzutauen.
Nur uns war er geboren
folgend leisem Ruf
ratlos schien verloren
was einst noch Trauer schuf;
Denn sie konnte nicht mehr sein
denn ich war zu abgelenkt
in einen Herzen nicht allein
was ich bei Nacht verschenkt.
by Weltenasche.
Dunkelheit umfinstert
was einstig hell noch war
erobert, gar umnachtet
was früher mal so klar.
Entspringt ihr bald ein Nebel
von düsterer Gestalt
ein Durchblick gar unmöglich
man sieht nur Baum, nicht Wald.
Es bleibt die Frage übrig:
Was bestärkt sie dieser Macht
wenn sie in ihrem Treiben
nicht mehr als Leiden schafft?
Die Antwort, die kennt keiner
ein jeder drückt sich sehr
denn wer ihr einst entkommen
der scheut nur Rückkehr mehr.
- by Weltenasche.
You are such a skinny wimp boy go eat some meat and get some meat on that bones. I know girls that have more muscle and are bigger than you .. such a shame but thats veganism for ya and what it does to us man if that word even describes you at all
I usually ignore messages of this kind, but there is so much bitterness in this message that I can hardly resist replying to it.
However, in order not to give this message more attention than necessary, I will simply answer it with a picture; it makes little sense to discuss with someone who denies the possibility of muscle building with a vegan diet.
„Der, so sich zum Tier macht, befreit sich von dem Leid, ein Mensch zu sein.“ | 25
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