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 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I just want to run—
To flee fast away—
Take flight from the sun
This emaciated day.
To disappear, not hide—
I want nothing to find—
I want day to subside.
Leave me beaten—blind.
I want birth reversed,
My own uterine demise.
I want out—I’m cursed—
I’m too traumatized.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 20, 2026.
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None of us asked to be here we were drafted. We can all quite our resignation papers made of lead or a hemp rope but there is no pension for those that quit and taxation falls on those that stay. A great write Tristan poignant and dark. Well done my friend
Soren, thank you for sitting with this one. I appreciate how seriously you took it and how you let the darkness be what it is without trying to soften it. It\'s certainly a dark one. Much appreciated as always, my dear friend. 🖤🩸🫥🙏
You are always most welcome Tristan
So strong and overwhelming to read🕊️🙏🏻
arqios, thank you for sitting with this. Your response tells me you felt the intensity without needing it explained or softened, and that means a great deal to me. Tough times make for tough poems, I suppose. Much appreciated, my friend. 🖤🩸🫥🙏
Indeed, they do. The sitting room was full with presence and time. I also liked how it kind of harped subtly on intra-uterine device. That tangent gave it a whole other angle of reading interpretation 🕊️🙏🏻
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I hear you, been there on days the world seems overwhelming. Your poem centers around feelings of wanting to disappear and escape from the burdens of life. It expresses a desire for a reversal of existence and an end to suffering, highlighting the poet's intense emotional state. I hope this feels goes soon.
Friendship, thank you for feeling this with my friend. You and I both are highly attuned to such things and, as such, I want to assure you I am better today than I was the day I wrote it. Not completely gone, but not in the throws of despair either. As for the poem itself, you heard the exhaustion, the desire for relief, and the emotional intensity with empathy, and that care comes through clearly. I appreciate you my dear friend. . 🖤🩸🫥🙏
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Ooh! It'll pass - only a bad hair day. But - a day of hearing things, certain glugs. That'll ruin anyone's day! heehee.
Orchi, thank you for the lightness you brought here. I appreciate the care behind the humor...now, as for the glugging...it's enough to make wish your reverse-birth, is it not? LOL! I knew you would see the secret meaning behind this. Do you think there could be a team called the Glugbusters? 😂🤣 🖤🩸🫥🙏
If we were all sane, we would wake up and never put on the news.
Doesn't matter what part of the world it is, you live it.
Can't remember a time when there was a good luck story out there, probably why we're all nuts.
Paul, I connect with what you’re saying. There’s a point where staying informed starts to feel like staying wounded, and it’s hard to know how to protect one’s sanity inside that tension. Thanks for stopping by, my friend! 🖤🩸🫥🙏
One out, all out....Sorry Tristan, I have passed the stage of sweating it,. At breakfast, I give the tranny atop my fridge a good old tongue lashing. as it pushes out the same old bollocks. (Can't say it helps my digestion, but nothing a couple of antiacids can't fix) And then try to proceed with my day in blissful ignorance. This sometimes works........................
Dave, this feels like a companion response to the poem rather than a contradiction. Where the poem names the overload directly, your comment speaks to what comes after…the weary rituals we use to keep moving. I appreciate you bringing that lived perspective, my friend. 🖤🩸🫥🙏
Nothing wrong with a 'companion piece' every now and again, Tristan, but I won't be making a habit of it.😂
🤣 Fair enough! I count myself lucky this time! LOL!
So very powerful, you my friend have a soul that needs to find peace, there is something he needs to achieve, that he hasn't yet, but he will. 🌹
Teddy, that means a lot. Peace isn’t something I’ve arrived at, but writing like this is part of how I keep moving toward it. I appreciate the support and encouragement, my friend. 🖤🩸🫥🙏
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