I Feel Curious And I Will Ask You The Same Thing, If You Allow Me.

Loveliest sin

I still miss your fingertips

dancing on my skin

and the touch of your lips

for they were my loveliest sin.

by Weltenasche.

Würdest du sagen, dass du ein positiver Mensch bist?

Nicht wirklich, nein. Ich würde mich als Realist mit gelegentlicher Tendenz zur Weltfremdheit bezeichnen.

Grundlegend habe ich nahezu jegliche Erwartungshaltung abgelegt, welche nicht direkt mit mir zu tun hat. Dies sorgt dafür, dass ich nicht wirklich enttäuscht werden kann.

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.

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You can't gain muscle with a vegan diet

Damn, I didn't know that and I've accidentally built muscle. What are we going to do now?

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.

Verstohlene Blicke

Augen so unergründlich

und tief wie das Meer

die Iriden gräulich

faszinieren mich sehr.

Verstohlene Blicke

lassen nicht mehr ab

Erwiderung suchend

blicke ich hinab.

Ergriffen von Angst

sehe ins Leere

das Herz gefüllt

mit unträglicher Schwere.

Verspürend dem Wandel

der gräulichen Augen

ihr leuchtend Gemüt

wird Ängste mir rauben.

Befreit mich so dieser

wie auch farbloser Sicht

die Augen sind dunkel

die Welt ist es nicht.

by Weltenasche.

I want you to write the alphabet on my ass with your beautiful handwriting.. I'm sorry but that's my first thought that comes to my head in combination with the rest of your blog..

Do you ever feel that life is just unfair?

Honestly no, not anymore. But I had a lot of time to think about that and it never ceases to amaze me how many people still endeavor to impose the construct of fairness upon life. Life, by its very nature, defies fairness, for it cannot conform to this man-made ideal. Fairness is an anthropocentric notion, a concept forged within the crucible of social constructs, yet life itself is an composition of chaos and order, largely beyond the dominion of man. How, then, can anyone justly impose the concept of fairness upon such an enigmatic and indifferent domain?

It is sad to see that you have such a wrong image of yourself, you are such a sweet, romantic and talented man <3

Is it really me who has a false image of myself, or is it you? You know me through a self-directed blog with selected content, I've known myself for over a quarter of a century, completely without euphemisms and in raw form.