Weltenasche - WeltenAsche

I feel curious and I will ask you the same thing, if you allow me.

Do you have a favorite word? If so, which one is it and why?

Have a good day ✨️

Within my soul, a word blossoms, a cherished one, delicate yet potent - "Agonie" (eng. agony), the sweet torment. A whisper of morbid fascination weaves through my artistic realm, where somber works touch me, steeped in melancholy, solitude, hopelessness, and that very agony.

I am convinced that nowhere on this Earth does a dedication to details exist as profound as in a tormented soul. When such a soul transcribes its painful moments onto paper, art is born. An art that reaches its zenith - at least in my perception - in that which is permeated by agony. Every stroke on the paper, every hue on the canvas, every letter, saturated with this tormenting force.

Yet another reason why Agony is my favorite word: I harbor a weakness for the duality of life. Agony sounds so beautifully phonetic, and yet its meaning could not be more contrasting. This paradox captivates me profoundly.

Thank you for your question and I also wish you a day filled with beauty and grace.

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.

Are you a jealous person?

In short: No, I don't see the point of jealousy.

In long: I am aware that rationality and feelings do not always get along, but I trusted the people I wanted to trust and thus had no reason for jealousy and did not value those I did not trust enough to justify the arising of jealousy.

I don't want to invade your privacy but reading your poetry and blog I can't help myself but feel like you have been through a lot and I find myself in some of your words. Life's been pretty bad lately and I don't feel like it's worth it. I don't want to annoy you but since I feel like we kinda both had it rough .. what keeps you going? I just don't feel like my life holds any meaning anymore

Since we are all different, as are the lives we live, it is difficult to relate my situation to yours or to really give you advice that might help you at this point. Given that you speak of a loss of meaning in your last sentence, I would like to open up a thought that made life more bearable for me.

To me, the thought of a meaningless existence plagued by the individual's need for meaning seems burdensome, and accepting this absurdity and meaninglessness is breaking out of the self-made cage that hates and holds said individual.

What I am trying to say is that your life does not have to have meaning and we as humanity may only have such a strong need for meaning because we cannot bear our own insignificance to the greater whole.

Personally, this thought helped me as it gave me a lot of freedom; Whereas I also know people who would find such a thought confining.

I don't know if I'm the right person to help you in your situation, but if it would help you to talk to me, just drop me a message.

To answer your question about what keeps me going:

A promise I made to someone who meant the world to me.

Ein elegantes Dunkel kleidete den Himmel, als die große Kirchturmuhr erst viermal und dann dreimal schlug. Es war in einem Moment reinster Stille, als mein Blick in die nebelige Ferne einer noch schlafenden Welt wanderte und mich denken ließ, wie sehr ich diese Ruhe doch schätze, die mir im Alltag zunehmend fehlte. Für einen Augenblick entzog sich dieser Moment der Alltäglichkeit und ich fragte mich, ob er denn so besonders war oder ob es sonst meine vertrauten Blicke sind, welche allen anderen Momenten ihrer Besonderheit berauben.

Weltenasche

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.

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.

Momente der Nacht

Einst

in stiller Nacht

versunken,

fand ich müde

und ganz trunken

Deine Hand

auf meiner vor

und es war

als ich den Schmerz verlor.

Deine Berührung

sie wärmte wie ein Sonnenschein

und dein Herzschlag

er schien nur mein zu sein.

Beruhigt und befreit

verfolgte ich den Rhythmus deines Atems,

dem ich immer wieder lauschte

während meines Wartens;

auf Träume, die ich längst erlebte,

wenn mein Herz an deinem bebte.

Diese Nähe

ließ mich Geborgenheit kennen

fühlte sich an

wie durch nichts zu trennen.

Und nicht nur sie

wünschte endlos zu sein

denn die Liebe

ließ sie damit nicht allein.

- by Weltenasche.

Kannst du mich bitte mal auf insta annehmen? Habe dich geaddet und würde echt gerne mal ein gesicht zu deinem profil hier haben :)

Hallo, ja das kann ich gerne tun, ich bin nur sehr selten auf Instagram und dort auch alles andere aktiv.

Wenn es dir aber nur um mein Gesicht geht, wirst du dort auch nicht zwingend glücklich werden, da ich wenig Bilder von mir poste.

An der Stelle bist du mit meinem verlinktem Telegram Account besser bedient, da wird dir direkt mein Profilbild angezeigt.

Oder wir kürzen das Ganze ab und du siehst dir einfach das von mir angehängte Bild an; Was nebenbei auch nur aus meinem Telegram Profilbild ausgeschnitten ist.

Morgentau

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.