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. 🤘💀🖤
The grin widens
Like the stoned cat
That haunts the dreams
Of the rebellious child.
It stays there
As a crescent moon
Hanging onto the edge
Of raging melancholy.
It lingers on,
And forces its way
Into the minds astray
With endless atrocities.
The grin wins
And soothes those
Who hide from truth,
Like the dead from death.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments1
Its something about this.. amazing.
Thank you so much!
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