Lange Nächte
voller Gedanken
an dunkle Augen
und schwarzes Haar.
Es ähnelt dem Himmel
wie der einst dem Herzen
früher umnebelt
doch lange klar;
von Schmerzen und Sorgen
das Herz damals hart
durch Liebe der Lippen
die Küsse so zart.
Befreiten sie es
aus kaltem Befangen
und entfachten im Innern
tiefes Verlangen.
Mit anderen Reizen
entflohen der Not
fand es die Liebe
im Morgenrot.
- by Weltenasche.
Das sind wunderbare Texte! Was inspiriert Dich am meisten?
Meine Feder wird geführt von all den Gefühlen, denen ich auf emotionaler Ebene keinen Platz machen kann.
Die Liebe möchte, dass ich sie nenne, aber nie konnte sie die Muse sein, die Trauer für mich war und ist; Es ist also die Trauer, die ich an ihrer Stelle nennen muss.
Honestly If I had a body like yours I would not change a damn thing. Your body looks like it is carved out of stone and I mean it.
Thank you. I think a few years ago I would have thought similarly to you if someone had shown me such pictures of a body. But that's the thing about dissatisfaction, it's as unique as the individual who holds it. I'm afraid I will never be truly satisfied with myself, my mind is just too burdened for that; But out of dissatisfaction arises movement and the motivation to change something, not stagnation. I cannot change my thinking or taste the sweet satisfaction of the self, but I can use my dissatisfaction to grow steadily. And that is exactly what I will do.
Schon als Kind war ich fasziniert vom Regen.
Die kühlenden Tropfen auf meiner Haut;
die einzigartige Stille,
mir so vertraut;
der schwarze Teppich,
aus unzähligen Wolken gebaut;
endlose Stunden habe ich in den Himmel geschaut.
by Weltenasche.
Es funkelt früh am Morgen schon wenn ich die Augen aufgemacht befreit mich so des Kummers schnell welchem ich im Traum bedacht.
Ein kleiner Wegbegleiter mir der zu meinem Herzen fand sich kühlend auf mein Haupte legt und freudig rinnt von Hand zu Hand.
Der mir dabei die Sorgen raubt wenn die Welt auch grau erscheint. Ich bin um deine Rückkehr froh mein Morgentau, der du mich einst.
by Weltenasche.
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.
In a world full of words, their purpose is clear,
to describe all we see, hold, and revere;
Yet when I tried to mantle you in written attire,
words could not fathom the love you inspire.
For you, my dear, defy all description,
a realm beyond words, a unique prescription;
In silence, your essence found its way,
where words, in wonder, still fail to portray.
by Weltenasche.
Wenn du den beiden Menschen aus deiner Wendepunkt Moment Antwort etwas sagen könntest, was würdest du ihnen sagen?
Ich würde ihnen lieber zuhören, als selbst etwas zu sagen.
Worte wirken so bedeutungslos und leer, wenn ihnen nicht das Leben einer aussdrucksstarken Stimme innewohnt.
Now that there is a option which says "ask me anything" here i am, i loved your poetry (written in English) for unfortunately i can not read German and looking at those pieces i feel jealous of people who can but my question (finnally) is have you tried typing urself using mbti? I was just hella curious abt ur personality type....now u may say that they r senseless etc......but the cognitive functions just give me an idea, and what was your purpose of starting a blog in the first place .....THANK YOU for giving ur tym into reading this ✨
Thank you for your lovely message. I'm glad you enjoyed my (English) poems. To answer your question:
I have taken a few of these tests in the past due to other people and just took another one and was classified as "ISTJ-A".
Since one of my great areas of interest is psychology, I don't think I need to explain further why I find such tests inadequate and sometimes questionable at best; Even apart of obvious reasons like self and peer assessment.
I'm not sure if the part about why I started this blog was a question, but if it was: It was a decision moved by nostalgia, since I had a blog on Tumblr before, and also a decision of freedom, since Tumblr gives relatively many options for designing a blog, compared to other internet platforms. I also switched from another big internet platform to Tumblr, which can be seen quite well in the anonymous "questions" that are mostly negative; Let's call them remnants from earlier times.
If you have any further questions or remarks, please feel free to let me know.
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.
I could never understand how you manage to take some of these rude people here with such humor. I sincerely hope you keep posting, your content brings a kind of refreshment to the soul.
It's actually quite simple, really.
Words are something magical and have the possibility to take on any value between irrelevant and essential; only the individual determines that value.
I have longed for words that left the lips of certain people and at the same time I was completely indifferent to the words of others.
I don't know how regularly I will continue to post. That always depends on my time, mood and whether I feel like I have something to share that is of value.
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