Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Am I such a fool
To be talked down
And treated a tool,
To be talked down
And treated a tool,
To be dressed down
While set on a stool?
While set on a stool?
Are my ideas that bad,
Should I hide them,
Obscurify them—sad—
So I keep others appeased,
Avoid making them mad?
Obscurify them—sad—
So I keep others appeased,
Avoid making them mad?
What if avoidance,
Stowing away in the status quo—
Fearing risk above and below—
Is the wrong way to go?
Stowing away in the status quo—
Fearing risk above and below—
Is the wrong way to go?
What if I’ve got
More than that to show?
To hide that,
To cower and say
More than that to show?
To hide that,
To cower and say
No
Would be cruel,
Would set my self
Would set my self
On a rigid stool.
No.
I will not be that tool.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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Societal expectations demand compliance ignoring the individual and their needs. My poem today skirts this same issue from another view. Nicely written from the individual perspective this shouts out for rebellion against the machine and the man. Well written my friend
Thank you so much, Soren. I love that you connected it to your own poem as well, because I actually noticed that and I do think these themes are everywhere right now...the pressure toward compliance, quietness, self-reduction. For me the stool gradually became symbolic of willingly accepting diminishment just to keep others comfortable. And at some point that starts feeling like its own kind of betrayal. Always appreciate your thoughtful and perceptive reads, my friend. 🪑🖤🎭🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
Yes - said Popeye to spinach. He would! lol.
🤣 Orchi, leave it to Popeye to become the theological centerpiece of this comment section. The sheer confidence of “Yes” as both dietary advice and existential declaration feels entirely on brand for him. LOL! 🪑🖤🎭🙏
Keep your chin up mate & don't let the B's get you down 😎🐧🏴🐦⬛🐈⬛🖤🌻👍
Thanks so much, Neville, my friend. Truly appreciated. Sometimes just refusing to stay bent into somebody else’s shape is its own quiet victory. And I fully intend to keep the chin up...even if the stool gets wobbly. 🤣 😎🪑🖤🙏
A hard amen on that, bruv! 🕊️🙏
Arqios...the official response of the Anti-Stool Resistance Movement. 😂 Appreciate you, bruv. Sometimes “No” really is the holiest word in the room. 🪑🖤🎭🙏
Well what a triumphant poem if ever I heard one, the shinanigans I've put up with this week you are syncing exactly the same 🥇🍾 we need to take our souls back
Thank you, Teddy. Sorry for the delayed reply...I'm in the midst of a move and playing catch-up. 😄 Haha...then perhaps the universe was writing to both of us this week. I'm glad this resonated with you. Sometimes we really do need to take our souls back. Grateful for you, my friend. 🕯️🎭🙏🖤
I always feel if there's twenty people having their say, then it's hard to get your own thoughts out.
In saying that, usually it's neneteen people discussing the job and one guy actually doing it.
Thank you, Paul. Sorry for the delayed reply...life has been a whirlwind of boxes lately. 😄 I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes the challenge isn't having too few voices around us, but having so many that our own gets drowned out. Thank you for reading, my friend. 🕯️🎭🙏🖤
Without the Individual, all Art would Stagnate and become Bland.
The Individuals are the Stuff of Statues.
Good Write.
Thank you, Kevin. Sorry for the delayed reply...I'm in the midst of a move and playing catch-up. 😄 I appreciate this. The world certainly needs its individuals, even when they make others uncomfortable. Grateful for your thoughts, my friend. 🕯️🎭🙏🖤
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