Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
How can I grow when the ceiling’s been reached?
How can I breathe when the air’s so thin?
How can I move when gravity holds me?
How can I love when there is no love for me?
How can I live in a world that breeds death?
How can I escape when hell follows me?
How can I die when my spirit lives on?
What does it matter
When the answers
Won’t change a damn thing?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 21, 2026.
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Tristan such a poignant point even when we have the answers it does not always fix the problem. Nicely put my friend
Soren, I appreciate thisā¦because thatās exactly the tension sitting underneath it. Knowing doesnāt always heal. Answers donāt automatically loosen the weight. Sometimes they just sit thereā¦cold and factual. Grateful you felt that, my friend. šŖš„š¤š
How CAN we live in a glugging, knitting, sabre-wielding world?! heehee.
And if we canātā¦does it matter? P and Co sayā¦
Glug!
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Very wonderful poem. Sometimes the answer we want is not the answer to what we need. I also wrote a poem a while back titled āWhateverā but it was less of questions than it was statements. Funny how us poets seem to be connected.
Allie, thatās beautifully said. The answer we crave isnāt always the one that shapes us. This poem wrestles in that spaceā¦where clarity and necessity donāt line up. And the shared title makes me smileā¦we poets do seem to find each other across time. Thank you for your time and thoughts. šŖš„š¤š
Youāre very welcome, I enjoyed your poem.
Thank you. I am certainly glad you did.
Agreed. Where to then, Tristan? I think I have to move outside all this, but am not quite sure where 'outside' is.
Dave, that question landsā¦because itās honest. āOutsideā sounds simple until you try to name it. Sometimes stepping beyond the noise doesnāt mean geographyā¦it means perspective. I appreciate you wrestling with that here, my friend. šŖš„š¤š
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