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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
been here before—
shoreline before me—
the cold-crystal ocean
oscillating in waves
rolling toward our doom.
another plume.
this is the trip—
it doesn’t go down
slow.
pentatonic—
scaled for dionysian eyes—
the blues bruise.
at the world’s edge
i am black and blue.
put on repeat,
an endless playlist.
yes, i’ve been here.
crystal shards abrade—
my feet, a salted rub,
a crimson wash,
rich in briny blood—
the pain is a reminder,
no one gets out of here
alive.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 21, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Thinking Dark collection.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Demar Desu, Friendship, Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS, sorenbarrett, Paul Bell
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We took a trip on an ocean - then heard a glug - it was Popeye the sailor man of course! lol.
Orchi, we’re standing at the edge, waves rolling in, everything going dark…then glug…Popeye just claims the whole trip like he booked it. 😂 I’m not even surprised anymore. BTW, what color is that ocean again? Right...tune in and find out on WCAT! 🌊🩸🔁🙏
A strong, powerful poem of life. Your poem revolves around the need to confront and articulate the complexities of human existence, pain, and the inevitability of death.
Friendship, that means a lot…this one really sat in that place of facing what keeps coming back, whether you’re ready or not. I’m really glad it delivered my friend. Always appreciate you. 🌊🩸🔁🙏
In this life of ocean waters we often cut our feet on coral and rock and adrift out of sight of land pulled by currents with no direction to swim we know that we can only swim so long and no one gets out alive.
Soren, that really lands, my friend…that drift, cutting through what you can while the current keeps pulling. That’s exactly where this poem is. And thank you for the fave too…means a lot, my friend. Always appreciate you. 🌊🩸🔁🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
The poem effectively conveys the idea that suffering and mortality are unavoidable. Nice
My friend, I appreciate that…there’s something about that truth that just sits there whether we like it or not. I’m glad it came through. 🌊🩸🔁🙏
The turntable speaks volumes, lost in an ocean of deep longing.
I fear eternal thoughts are all we get in this life, and when we go and the turntable plays our last tune, only then will we really knew what existence meant.
Something gets out of here alive. I wonder what It is?
And through it all the last thing we have available are words, even then, not always ever enough🙏🕊️
sensations giving rise to vivid imagination - and a thoughtful verse...
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