In inky skies I like to wade
Upon drinking in the night’s shade
While all of my pain—past memories—fade,
And all drama, herein, I have forbade
As I dig out my dirt bed with a spade.
Some may think that is really not well played,
But I’d rather lie with worms than with jade.
For, despite what we call life, death has stayed
Omnipresent no matter where we’ve laid,
No matter what in hell we all have prayed.
Gushing through the sky’s downhill grade
I want my identity—frayed—
To fragment together, not flayed,
But pixels forming a lush glade
Where I can never be betrayed.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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It has been a long time since I have tried to write a poem where all the last words of each line rhymed. You have done well in this venture my friend. Nicely done.
Thank you. Yeah, the rhyme certainly was flowing! Thanks again, Soren. Glad it delivered. Much appreciated, my friend! 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛🦇
The opening lines reminded me of belladonna nightshade, shivers🙏🏻🕊️
My friend, how astute of you! I had belladonna in mind when I wrote it, playing on the night's shade (darkness) and belladonna nightshade. Though, that isn't a slight against 🍅 or 🍆. I guess it is fair to say I went a bit dark with this one! Who would have guessed that from me? 🤷♂️🤣 Thank you, so much, for your time, observation, and experience. Always, appreciated! 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛🦇
It would seem that my darkish ‘days’ aren’t entirely over! You are most welcome my friend 🕊🙏🏻
Evidently! 😉 😜
Nary author's note to enlighten further, your favorite angle flourishes again with eerie implications. Beautifully rendered with a lovely bit of rhyming, gorgeous imagery, and a disturbing poignancy haunting. Thank you for sharing.
Indeed—I left everyone in the dark on purpose with this one. Nightshade isn’t literal, of course—just a stark glass of reality. Seeing the rot, the suffering, and the empty promises for what they are. The jade represents the illusion—the polished life we’re told to want. I’d rather rest with truth, even if it’s in the dirt. As always, thank you for your thoughtful read, my friend. 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛🦇
The plans he laid, the words he saved, the music played, the poem was made, a clever piece of writing and very enjoyable read
Thank you, my friend! What a rhythmic little gem of a comment—flows like a companion piece! I’m so glad you enjoyed the read and that the layers landed well for you. Always grateful for your time and presence. 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛🦇
You are very welcome
Ohh, what you doing mucking about with worms? lol. If I have Light-shade, will it still be partly dark? I can't see a thing in this darkness. Turn that light on, I yell! Doh! lol.
Yes, a "light"-shade should, well, dim the light a bit! Yes, one of these days that advice will register like a💡 🤣
It will go 'ping' and a light bulb will appear over your head, saying 'IDEA!' lol.
Yup! LOL! The only problem is, I am always blasting my music, usually heavy metal, with over-the-head earphones on! External-sound reducing! LOL! I need to get that to ping in my earphones! 🤣
The rhyme makes my soul happy...a stark contrast to the voice my head read this poem in. Mysterious and aloof, a definite favorite.
Thank you, my friend! Yes, the rhyme contrasts with the "voice" indeed. So glad you picked up on that. I always appreciate your time and perceptive feedback! 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛🦇
Of course!
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you so much, Tony! Much appreciated! 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛🦇
You're welcome
Fascinating and rather intricately woven to effect, you remind me of how I loved to wander in the moonlit nights, trying for solace therein, but to little effect. Beautifully rendered with exquisite imagery and an haunting poignancy, thank you for sharing.
Why thank you, Missy, Glad the poem delivered and that it reminded you of moonlit nights of which I love too! Your time and encouraging words are always appreciated my dear friend! 🌖 🙏❤️
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