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. 🤘💀🖤
Another moment
Someone showed
Something seriously sardonic
Herein about themselves,
Obtuse as they are
Lost in their own
Everlasting sonnet of certainty;
Stark, cold words—theirs,
Under no certain disguise—
Nailed into another soul
In total disregard for
The vortex of hurt
Exploding in the other’s heart.
Exploding in the other’s heart.
2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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