Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read ๐, Write โ๏ธ, Rise ๐ , Realize ๐คฏ.
Tristan ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read ๐, Write โ๏ธ, Rise ๐ , Realize ๐คฏ.
Tristan ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
I hate the way I look
Into blank gazes.
I hate the way I hear
Silence for answers.
I hate the way I give
Only to be considered
TOO MUCH.
I hate the way I feel
When you feel nothing.
I hate my own presence
In this world of ghosts.
I hate that I hear your voice
When mine is fallen
By the wayside,
A mime’s mockery.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 27, 2025.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 27, 2025.
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In a world that has gown noisier and words have grown less used, where all explodes except the voice we all become ghosts, seen but not heard. A very poignant write Tristan
Yes...thank you for naming it...โseen but not heard.โ Thatโs the deep longing this poem was born from. Thank you for your time and your thoughts, my friend. ๐ญ๐ป๐ช๐
You are most welcome
This captures the ache of being emotionally unheard and unseen with stark clarity. The 'mime' metaphor is especially poignant
- expressing the frustration of being present, expressive, even generous, yet met with silence or indifference. Itโs a quiet scream, beautifully restrained. Well written dearest Tittu โค๏ธ๐น A fave ๐น
Yes! You've reached the marrow here, Salvia. Thatโs the ache I carried into this piece, and you put it into words with such care. Grateful always, my dear friend. Thank you for your time and analysis! ๐ญ๐ป๐๐ค
Well written, my friend, your poem revolves around feelings of self-loathing, isolation, and the struggle for recognition and validation in a world that often feels indifferent or dismissive. The subject matter delves into the speakerโs internal conflict, highlighting their dissatisfaction with their appearance, their emotional state, and their relationships. The poem captures the essence of feeling overwhelmed and misunderstood, particularly in the face of unreciprocated feelings and the haunting presence of others' indifference.
Spot on, Friendship...the silence, the indifference, the fight to be seen. Thatโs what birthed this poem, the struggle between presence and invisibility...it's real. Grateful for your careful read, my friend. ๐ญ๐ป๐๐ค
Now, Popeye don't mime it, it's real all the time! What is? Best not answer that! lol.
I heard it rhymes with plank...but that was just a birdie told me, see? LOL! Popeye's albatross! ๐คฃ
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