Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Every once and a while, or more often than one wants to admit, they need a bit of a mental vacay. Right now is that time for me. See you soon! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Every once and a while, or more often than one wants to admit, they need a bit of a mental vacay. Right now is that time for me. See you soon! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Sitting in the dark,
The woman sheds a tear.
She slowly moves her mouth,
As she spits out the ramblings
Of a shattered heart.
If you listen really carefully,
You can hear the injured heart.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it skip a beat?
A strange demon walks up to the woman.
But she cannot see it.
For it is the ghost of her past,
Coming to haunt her in the present.
The demon jumps into her soul
And enters into her heart.
The demon then pulls out
The knife of a thousand burdens,
And stabs the aorta.
Blood begins to leak out,
And fills up her lungs
Until the woman drowns.
The woman lies in the dark,
As the blood pours out of her body,
And onto the floor.
Her heart is dead now,
And so is the woman.
The woman sheds a tear.
She slowly moves her mouth,
As she spits out the ramblings
Of a shattered heart.
If you listen really carefully,
You can hear the injured heart.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it skip a beat?
A strange demon walks up to the woman.
But she cannot see it.
For it is the ghost of her past,
Coming to haunt her in the present.
The demon jumps into her soul
And enters into her heart.
The demon then pulls out
The knife of a thousand burdens,
And stabs the aorta.
Blood begins to leak out,
And fills up her lungs
Until the woman drowns.
The woman lies in the dark,
As the blood pours out of her body,
And onto the floor.
Her heart is dead now,
And so is the woman.
Tittu
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2025 10:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Throwback Thursday. Written at the age 18. I leave this unedited as it was written back then.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Poetic Licence, Damaso, Salvia.S
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Comments8
Wow. I guess you've been penning in this ghoulish vein far longer than I dreamed, the hellish invocations apropos for such, yet leaving me [haha, and a woman indeed at that], fainting on the threshold of yonder as it is so very dark, I may not proceed any further into its depths. Ghastly and macabre with excellent imagery and a terrifying poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Haha—I love your honesty, Missy. Yes…this vein’s been running deep for quite a while. There has always been someting...ahem...feral about my poetry (not to be mistaken with those cute ferrets, who can be quite feral sometimes 🤣). Anywho, thank you for stepping into the shadows with me, even if just to the threshold. This was a dark one and, honestly, a bit unrefined. But, why change that? LOL! Your time, support and friendship mean a lot. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This is very dark and macabre, especially written at such a young age,my sense is this is a woman with a very troubled possibly abusive past, and the past is not going to let her go free and have a Life, a touch off if I can't have you nothing will, well thats my thought, very interesting, intriguing and scary write
Appreciate your thoughtful read, Tobani. You picked up on the deeper current running through this one. Yes, your thoughts are quite spot on, my friend. Thank you for engaging, as always. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are very welcome
Good write T. My next poem is 'Death of a skull, mine that is'. Is it dead? There's nothing in it, only them 3 brain cells. lol.
Haha...totes ma 🐐🐐 looking forward to it, Orchi! If those 3 brain cells can craft what you’ve been posting lately, they’re clearly working overtime or undergoing some rejuvenated neuroplasticity. 🤣 Always appreciate your wit, my friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Aww, why they say to me - whoever 'they' are - 'Since when were you witty?!' lol.
Tristan this one is a bit dark. The question is how much is metaphor here. A most interesting write for and eighteen year old.
Thanks, Soren. Yeah, I've kind of always danced in the shadows with the macabre. At 18, it was mostly metaphor...but drawn from some very real emotional terrain. Thanks for your time and your engagement, my friend. Always means a lot. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most welcome Tristan
You didn't poem this in or around October 31st all them years back did you by any chance .. Send chills up a guy spine why don'tcha .. 🦇🦇🦇😎👍
Quite honestly, it may have been during the fall, actually! LOL! Yay! Spine chillies delivered! Score! Thanks Nev! And three bats too! I'm about to swoon! LOL! Thanks, mate. Very much appreciated! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Extremely raw, shocking, and real. Incredible writing and development. Truly a gem, thanks for sharing. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Cheers.
Thank you, Damaso. I’m really glad this one resonated, even in all its rawness. It means a lot to have you take it in with such openness. Appreciate the kind words, my friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hello, Tristan,
The horrors of a woman possessed, all control in the hands of a demon, its, 'knife of a thousand burdens' relentless as she bleeds out until the last beat of her heart. An extremely dark verse and yet midst all its horror, I actually enjoyed it, macabre as that may sound. Excellent, my friend.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
You’ll never here me mock macabre! 🤣 Thank you, dear Tony! I am glad you enjoyed, my friend! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
This poem has my heart. It's hauntingly beautiful and captures the pain of heartbreak with such raw emotion. The imagery is vivid and evocative, drawing the reader into the darkness. The demon as a symbol for past trauma is especially powerful. It feels almost universal, like it could resonate with anyone who's experienced heartbreak. Well done dearest Tittu 🌹 A fave for sure ❤️
Wow! Thank you dearest, Salvia! You see the heart and the spirit of this poem, to its core. Your perceptive eye and illuminating insights are always most welcome! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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