Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
🖤🙏 Away for a few days. See you on the other side. In the meantime, Read, Rise, Realize...and write! 🕯️🐦⬛
🖤🙏 Away for a few days. See you on the other side. In the meantime, Read, Rise, Realize...and write! 🕯️🐦⬛
Dejected and rejected—
Isolation was icy despair—
Sent somewhere silently,
Put away post-performance.
Ostensibly of value—vaporized—
Silently sent into stillness
After ashen awareness
Blistered when mixed with water,
Lye makes the burn
Eat away at the flesh.
Today, years later,
Everything—
Everyone is the same...
Nope. I’m not disposable.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 24, 2025.
Tittu
November 22, 2025
East Stroudsburg, PA
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Your poem. revolves around the experience of being dejected and feeling worthless, often likened to a performative aspect of life where one is cast aside after serving a purpose. The imagery of lye and burns suggests pain and suffering, but the closing lines emphasize a refusal to accept a disposable identity.
💯 You nailed it, indeed. Yes, the lye exposes the lie as it were. We're not disposable...we all have immense value...and we should not accept such an identity. Thank you so much for your insightful read and for your support and friendship! 🔥😶🌫️🩸🙏
Now, Popeye, don't lie (not lye!) about that. Lie about what, he asks. Erm, don't answer that P. lol. Dang it if he ain't crept in again.
And since when was I insightful, as in some others comments? It's that pesky P distracts us from anything sensible. Glug-glug!
Popeye grew suddenly silent…but then he realized lye is white, so he kept on glugging! 🤣
Oh no! He would realise that, but we can't go into details of why. heehee.
Whether lye or lie this works out the same. We used to use lye soap and it worked pretty well I guess that's why they used to wash the mouth out with lye soap when one lied. Good write Tristan
Yes…that is the double meaning, for sure! Knew you would catch that, my friend! Thank you for your time and thoughts! 🔥😶🌫️🩸🙏
You are most welcome Tristan always a pleasure
I remember as a young teen learning the word desensitization and how it had applied to the scouring away of a person's insides, numbing them to what surrounds; the music and drink became louder and stronger furthering the distance and the reach. These days everything seems bubble-wrapped. But that's just me off on a tangent.
Arqios, I hear you drifting into that tangent…that numbness you described feels like its own kind of burn...indeed. Thanks for sharing, my friend. Appreciate you being here. 🔥😶🌫️🩸🙏
Most welcome, T 🙏🏻🕊️
Someone's popped in - he's only got one word to say, well, a repetition of one word, and that's....... glug! Wonder who that guy could be?! lol.
Glug glug glugging glug glug, you know?
He's overdoing the glugging. Does he always?!
I think he might have been like a sputtering engine, low on spinach and...don't name it!
So what I feel here is a song lyric for sure. 🌹
Thank you, dearest Teddy! I am glad you see the lyricism in it and that it delivered! Much appreciated. 🔥😶🌫️🩸🙏
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