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 human figure in a gray bodysuit is tightly curled inside a broken concrete mold that is too small for their body. Their muscles are tense and face strained as cracks spread through the concrete, suggesting pressure and resistance. Dark, moody lighting emphasizes confinement and struggle.
Image: AI-generated using DALL·E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.

how can i fit
when i wasn’t
made that shape?

how can i fit?
why should i

fit?

and
why have a fit
when one doesn’t fit
a container in which
you should sit?

honestly,
the notion has me lit
not high—but with grit—
i declare,
you might not like this bit,

you can take
that mold
and fill it with

shit.

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

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Tristan Robert Lange's handwritten signature: Tittu

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The Bells of Belligerence off of my new album, Dark Alchemy. Take a listen:


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2 responses to “misfit”

  1. Haha you can take the mold!! Great ending! Sock it to em! I like this. Been feeling this way all semester but I did it to myself. Got no one else to blame for it.

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      Tristan Robert Lange

      Haha thank you, Jayne. And honestly…sometimes the mold deserves exactly that response. 😂 Glad this one connected with you, my friend. 🧱🔥🫀🙏

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