Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Done wishing for things never to be.
Everything has proven cruel and futile.
Another day gone, another dream lost.
Turmoil is the only tolerance taught.
How long must this horror show go on?
Rebellion realization rewards restoration.
Am I not the antithesis of assimilation?
Tolerance for turmoil has reached its end;
Today is the day I break free from its weight.
Lies will be known for what they are: lies.
Enigmatic ambiguity is no longer acceptable.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 14, 2025
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Well expressed a feeling of loss, yet hope. Your poem revolves around the struggle against despair and the desire for liberation from oppressive circumstances. It captures a journey from hopelessness to empowerment, emphasizing the importance of self-realization and rebellion against a tormenting existence. Yet it also addresses themes of suffering, resilience, and transformation. It reflects on the futility of wishing for unattainable things, the pain of lost dreams, and the awakening of a rebellious spirit that seeks truth and freedom.
My friend, thank you for reading the turn from despair into defiance so clearly. That shift is the spine of the piece. It begins in exhaustion, but it refuses to stay there. I appreciate how carefully you traced that movement. 💥⚡🧱🙏
Good write T. Wait - we hear, not a death rattle, but a glugging sound. We knew it would be! lol.
Nope. No death rattle, but a glugging glockenspiel, it is what it is. LOL! Thank you, Orchi!! 💥⚡🧱🙏
Tristan this poem shows a climb out of darkness a rebellion against futility and a declaration of calling a spade a spade despite the cost. Powerful and well said.
Soren, you’ve articulated the arc perfectly…from futility to refusal. The rebellion here is not noise…it’s clarity. Calling things what they are becomes the first breath of freedom. Thank you for seeing that and naming it, my friend. 💥⚡🧱🙏
Always my pleasure Tristan
This could be relatable to anything in our world because it's how I feel right now, I'd say it may be about the USA that's the vibe I'm getting, but like I say it's absolutely relatable to so many things. Super emotional write. 🌹
Teddy, I wrote it from a very specific tension, but I hoped it would resonate beyond that. The emotion is not political first…it’s existential. I’m grateful it aligned with what you’re feeling right now, though, and it certainly fits what is going on politically in the USA and the world right now. Thanks for seeing and naming that dearest friend. 🌹💥⚡🧱🙏
A wonderful, sincere write. With deeply expressed emotions and feelings, clearly realized thoughts) Best wishes, a fave, my friend.
cellinic, your words honor both the emotion and the clarity behind it. That balance was important here. Not just pain…but declaration. Thank you for the fave and the steady encouragement. 💥⚡🧱🙏
I kept on muttering to myself 'yes' with every line I read. Great work. But a bit of pessimism swam into my mind - Entropy (which has a habit of increasing only)
My friend, the quiet “yes” paired with entropy is a powerful contrast. The world may tend toward disorder, but consciousness can still choose clarity. This poem stands in that tension. Thank you for naming both the agreement and the doubt. 💥⚡🧱🙏
Sharp and raw—like a fist punching through the gray.
You’re done with waiting; now you’re carving truth from the rot.
Thomas, that’s a striking way to put it. The fist through the gray is accurate. This one wasn’t written to be gentle. I appreciate you feeling the force behind it. 💥⚡🧱🙏
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