cursing the prig tree

Tristan Robert Lange


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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
wow.
no, you prig,
 
she’s not “retarded”—
that doesn’t fly—
rather, she’s very shy;
 
and, with that regarded,
stop...
and wonder why
others cry and fly—
 
your doors ultra guarded—
go back to where
you started,
try or let it die.
 
don’t call
yourself Christian
in your throne room
of a mountainous lie.
 
remember,
these words could
one day ring true:
 
“you call me lord,
but i never, ever knew you.”
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 2, 2026.
 
Tittu
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  • Friendship

    Lovely written. Your poem addresses issues of social isolation, misunderstanding, and the superficiality of some expressions of faith. The juxtaposition between the shy individual's reality and the harsh judgments of others serves as a focal point for the poem's critique of societal attitudes.

  • Salvia.S

    No notes. Just conviction. That ending will haunt the right people. Keep writing truth like this. Well done dearest Tittu ❤️ A fave 🌹



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