Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
The lines
Writhe like snakes
As I write out—
Scream out?—
The colors penetrate
The senses.
Demand an audience
With the Queen.
Check.
It's not going,
Not going at all.
The demons.
Diamonds?
No, demons.
Shine on,
Shine off.
The words melt
Into the fractured
Crevices of the mind.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments2
I never knew there was so much 'activity' involve in writing. Well, I know now! Who is that bad hair guy in your pics?! lol.
Hahaha! He’s…she’s?…a wild person for sure! LOL! Thanks, as always, for reading and engaging!
Words are powerful and create images so vivid that they may as well be reality. Nicely written
Thank you so much!
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