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. 🤘💀🖤
What you see as black
I absolutely adore.
I guess it’s okay to say
I’m no longer your whore.
What you call asphalt
Is a rainbow sea
Of tar and oozing oil
Over earth’s forgotten debris.
What you see as black—
The grotesque cancer beneath—
Has metastasized throughout,
Something I did forseeth.
Nothing ever truly stays beneath.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 7, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: March 7th, 2026 09:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I’m published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
- Category: Reflection
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- In collections: The Thinking Dark.
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Comments3
Well written, your poem explores the dichotomy between perception and reality, particularly regarding the notions of beauty and ugliness, as well as the poet's journey towards self-empowerment and liberation from a toxic relationship
Different strokes for different folks and what one sees as bad another may love. A lovely write my friend. Very nicely written
Now look Popeye - nothing ever stays beneath with you, you glugging guzzling spinach-eater. Must we all know what you're up to?!
Stange comment and cryptic here, from me. What's it mean? Don't answer that! lol.
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