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Forsaken
The mirror won’t meet me, it knows where I’ve been.
I am as damned as the devil, and as guilty as sin.
My name is a whisper, carved under your skin,
Forgotten by time, and forsaken by kin.
by Weltenasche.
Glass
We danced on glass, too blind to see the floor,
until the shards were all that we stood for.
The blood it drew became my sacrifice,
if only wisdom came at a lighter price.
by Weltenasche.
Fallen Eden
In the garden we tended, once blooming with light,
shadows have fallen and day turned to night.
The roses lie broken, the trees stand alone,
what once was our Eden is but overgrown stone.
The nature we cherished now whispers no song,
the paths we once wandered feel twisted and wrong.
Where love used to flourish, the roots intertwine,
nothing may live in this garden of mine.
by Weltenasche.
Despair
The ground will shatter, the heavens will bleed,
in darkness and ruin, despair takes the lead.
No dawn will follow, no sun to arise,
only silence remains beneath empty skies.
by Weltenasche.
Rage
With fear I watched your rage unleash,
a rage that seemed to find no peace.
Grew into footsteps — worn with ire,
cursed to bear the same old fire.
Now grown, my fear lies in the past,
although your shadow still is cast,
whenever rage runs through my veins,
binding me to your old chains.
by Weltenasche.
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.
Walls
The walls that I forged, standing through years,
crumbling away, dismissing past fears.
Each one demolished — by my own hand,
at Love's command, none could withstand.
by Weltenasche.
The Day We Met
Copper-red hair, a face unseen,
A beauty in pixels, formed through a screen.
Your hands, your art, a black beret;
was all I knew until that day.
As the train doors parted, far and wide,
I scanned the platform, eager-eyed.
When in a sea full of eyes, I found your pair,
to fall in love, right then and there.
by Weltenasche.
Nightstand
On my nightstand, a part of you remains,
from dawn's first blush to night's quiet plains.
Where I once looked into your eyes,
to start and end each day,
I now find solace in a picture,
in the same loving way.
by Weltenasche.
Reflections
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.
A Silent Farewell
In the shadows, where farewells are said,
I felt like a stranger to the words I once had;
Tears fall like rain on the ones left unsaid,
may you be in heaven before the devil knows you're dead.
by Weltenasche.
Love's Unseen Roots
In the garden of our love, we once grew free;
where your roots took hold deep inside of me.
But fate, unkind, veiled you from my eyes to see;
my heart, your grave, forever to be.
by Weltenasche.
Beyond words
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.
Poison
Beneath moon's lament, her laughter ebbs to tide,
a river's course to shadows, deep and wide.
Ensnared by currents, I struggle to withstand,
drowning in thoughts, that bind me to this land.
Her memory, a poison, I drink with bitter lip,
my poems, mere mirrors, of each somber sip.
by Weltenasche.
Whispering winds
In winds that whisper through the night,
Your giggles echo, pure and light.
A gentle tune, a soothing art,
like medicine for my weary heart.
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.
Flower
Deep into the dark of night
a single seed was cast to earth;
buried with no star in sight
hoping for a loving birth.
And a flower was to rise
from the dusty ground it grew;
could I really trust my eyes
when all I saw in it was you?
And I watered it with tears
and given it your name;
still it wilted in its fears
was I the one to blame?
by Weltenasche.
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.
Leaves
The leaves; gold and brown
the wind has blown;
they stumble down
from wooden throne.
Landing there
to die in peace
I envy them
for deaths release.
by Weltenasche.
Can you show us a typical draft for one of your poems?
Kugelmensch
Four arms, four legs
and a head with two faces.
We wanted too much
endagered those in high places.
So they tore us apart
in fear of our power;
been searching for you
since this very hour.
Echoing your name
in every new thought;
to feel you once more
was what my heart sought.
And you found me again
which made me feel whole;
and freed all those things
I still can't control.
Our time was cut short
I know love is blind;
but I still can't believe
that you left me behind.
by Weltenasche.
Our Place
Walking through the powdery snow
I passed a place that I still know;
by heart - like every loving memory
that touched my heart so tenderly;
reminding me of all I miss
and every single endless kiss;
mourning as I went my way
I guess nothing gold can stay.
by Weltenasche.
Ungeboren
Viele lange Jahre schon
atmen wir die gleiche Luft
und fasse ich an meine Brust
so spüre ich die tiefe Kluft.
Viele lange Nächte schon
verbrachte ich allein für mich
und streift ein einzelner Gedanke mich
so ist er meist bedauerlich.
Viel zu lange schon
war ich nicht was du erhofft
doch nicht genug
das war ich oft.
In deinen fremden Augen stets
war ich nur der spitze Dorn
doch eines Wunsches sind wir gleich:
Wär' ich doch nur nie geborn.
by Weltenasche.
Spiegelung deiner Augen
Das Tor zur Seele steht
niemand Zugang zu erlauben
mit Ausnahme von Einem
jene Spiegelung in den Augen.
So stand ich zuletzt vor dir
deiner Augenblicke streifend
Vertrauen in der Luft
mit bloßer Hand zu greifen.
Vernahm besagte Spiegelung
in deinen schönen Augen
und als sie meines Bildes trugen
konnt' ich es gar nicht glauben.
Dein Tor es stand nun offen
nur mir war es je frei
der Schwelle immer näher
trat ich mit Kuss vorbei.
by Weltenasche.
Taten
Wo Worte versagen
da braucht es Taten
die Tränen trocknen
und Botschaft tragen.
Die im Stillen walten;
ganz unbeirrt
wortgemacht' Versprechen halten.
Die tun, was ihnen aufgetragen
ohne Fragen, ohne Klagen.
Die vollenden
was mit Wort begann
doch ohne sie
noch nie gelang.
Die dort am fernen Ende stehen
wenn auch so manche Worte gehen.
by Weltenasche.