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. 🤘💀🖤
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 this…because that’s exactly the tension sitting underneath it. Knowing doesn’t always heal. Answers don’t automatically loosen the weight. Sometimes they just sit there…cold and factual. Grateful you felt that, my friend. 🪞🔥🖤🙏
How CAN we live in a glugging, knitting, sabre-wielding world?! heehee.
And if we can’t…does it matter? P and Co say…
Glug!
🤣
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 ‘Whatever’ but it was less of questions than it was statements. Funny how us poets seem to be connected.
Allie, that’s beautifully said. The answer we crave isn’t always the one that shapes us. This poem wrestles in that space…where clarity and necessity don’t line up. And the shared title makes me smile…we poets do seem to find each other across time. Thank you for your time and thoughts. 🪞🔥🖤🙏
You’re 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 lands…because it’s honest. “Outside” sounds simple until you try to name it. Sometimes stepping beyond the noise doesn’t mean geography…it means perspective. I appreciate you wrestling with that here, my friend. 🪞🔥🖤🙏
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