"The Creative Ones. And Since Creativity Comes In All Shapes And Sizes, I Don’t Really Care" .. Dude

Healing Rain

And I yearned to gather each tear's soft remain,

as if pouring them back;

was to spawn a healing rain, to ease the pain;

in eyes that saw through all the things I've done,

forever closed, when two souls began to feel like one.

by Weltenasche.

Tränen

Leicht gedrungene Röte im Gesicht

Alkohol, der durch warme Wangen spricht

Kleinste Tränen - so schwer im Gewicht,

dass selbst der kalte Boden unter ihrem 

Aufprall bricht. 

- by Weltenasche.

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.

Should a man pay for the first date? Would you pay for the first date?

I believe one should not think in absolutes in such matters. So no, a man should not necessarily pay for the first date.

If I invited a woman, then I would pay for her, because she would be my guest; but to be honest, my best dates so far were the ones where you didn't have to pay for anything and the focus was solely on the other person.

I have met a girl I really like but I'm not sure if I should write her first or wait for her to write first. It's been 2 days since we met :/ what would you do?

I refuse to believe that people really play games like this.

Irgendwo da wandert Trauer

Und sie wandert wieder

im Verlierer, wie im Sieger,

die, die noch zu jedem sprach,

ließ sich auch in mir schon nieder.

Als des Menschen Herz zerbrach

und sie damals zu ihm sprach

wollte stets nach Tröstung suchen

wenn sie tief im Innern stach.

Doch vergeblich war mein Suchen

nach ihrem deutlich Rufen

Gefangen dieser Mauer

wollt’ sie ein letztes mal besuchen.

Doch niemals schlafend wandert Trauer

legt sich jagend auf die Lauer

Und wartet dort, im Regenschauer,

und wartet dort, im Regenschauer. 

- by Weltenasche.

Do you consider yourself attractive?

In the realm of human perception, attractiveness takes on varied forms, shaped by unique experiences, cultures, and personal perspectives.

However, beauty isn't confined to the physical; it extends to encompass character, personality, and presence. A heart that beats in harmony with your own, a thoughtful mind, and an artistic essence all contribute to the mosaic of what is considered attractive.

As I reflect, I recognize the intricate interplay of perceptions and societal norms in shaping the concept of attractiveness. Yet, this isn't a reflection of self-worth; it's a contemplation of the layers that constitute this idea.

In conclusion, discussions on attractiveness reveal the intricate dance between personal viewpoints, societal standards, and the tapestry of human perception. I find myself just a mere participant, shaped by these threads of subjectivity. And while beauty may indeed reside in the eye of the beholder, my own eyes will never bestow upon me the mantle of attractiveness.

In short: No, I don't.

Your battle

I still think of words

that never left my lips

and touches

not performed by fingertips.

I lose myself

in pain and dread

and wish I'd drowned

in the sea of tears you shed.

You took a battle

that was never yours to fight

and I could do nothing

but hold you tight one last night.

by Weltenasche.

Do you have any good paper/ink you use for special occasions? Can you show that?

Yes, I do. I have several "good" papers and inks. Depending on the reason, the type and the content of the writing, I then change the paper or ink accordingly.

The following picture shows black paper (Burano Nero - Roman Tower) and gold drawing ink (Rohrer & Klingner).

Ein Herz bei Nacht

Es war einmal ein Herz

Ein Herz welches wehmütig klagte,

welches hoffnungsvoll wagte

und sich bei Nacht unlösbares fragte.

Ein Herz, welches zuvor vereint,

welches abendlich weint

und sich bei Nacht so fremd erscheint.

Ein Herz, welches sehnsüchtig schwelgt,

welches langsam verwelkt

und sich bei Nacht in Atem hält.

Ein Herz, einst wohnhaft in deiner Hand,

welche eines Nachts verschwand

und zurückließ,

was nie mehr zu sich fand.

- by Weltenasche.