Tristan Robert Lange

Poet | Mystic | Existential Voice | Human with a haunted halo

Tristan Robert Lange is a poet whose work blends existential depth, gothic imagery, and spiritual subtext. This site is home to their published poems, reflections, and creative journey.

A dark, cinematic image of a man with cracked, earth-like skin and closed eyes, his chest partially open to reveal exposed gears and mechanical components glowing faint red. The background shows an industrial factory environment.
Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored

Was I ever in the know?

Did my feelings ever show?

Were my eyes red like blood?
Did their arid cracks flood?

Was I there biting my nails?
Was I spinning off the rails?

Did I deny I ever cried?
Did I act like you never lied?

Did I sacrifice my own heart—
No more beating—blown apart?


But that was never enough—
It became impossibly tough

To keep walking in single file,
To even care to run one mile

More

For an apparatus at its core,
A clanking cog-court, making more.

Let that tidbit settle the score—
And, no matter how you implore—
Your presence is such a goddamn bore.
Take your leave—you know the door.

POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection

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Tristan Robert Lange's handwritten signature: Tittu

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