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.

nineteen ninety-five

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A psychedelic 1990s memory collage framed by Kodak film borders. Multiple photographs of a young blond teenager appear among swirling rainbow colors, a Ferris wheel, cassette tape, school hallway, mall directory, butterfly, and nostalgic symbols. A handwritten note reads “Summer ’95, we were infinite.” The image evokes adolescence, memory, isolation, and dreamlike recollection. Tristan Robert Lange’s monogram appears in the lower right.
Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, human-authored.
Listen to the spoken word version of nineteen ninety-five, above.

SNAPSHOT

year
book

compiled

nineteen ninety-five.

flat-top, spiked

strawberry-kissed, blonde

america’s average surface:
kid, teen, nice
warm
smile
drawing attention
away
from

void verified eyes
the caution no disguise
for the forced lie

coming through—like lye—
the frozen teeth of
a snapshot smile

within a book

year-dated

nineteen ninety-five

SNAPSHOT

a spring thing
gathered

back porch steps
sister looking inside

grass stoked
bloodshot eyes
blazing smoke spiriting

in wisps around…

friends?

a few now,
even fewer then.

looking back
at young me

looking down

a little bit of company
yet no one really
ever

around.

SNAPSHOT

Kodak disposable
not feeling too posable

still lights, camera,

yeah,

cheese.

i want to hang myself
will you help me please?

a pitter, a patter,
smoked some pcp
became the mad hatter

in fact, even radder,
fell down the ladder
with a gigantic clatter.

long hair outgrew a bowl
smoked that all up

up in smoke,
nothing left to roll,

fuck the bowl
crush these pills

ouch…
that stuck to my throat!

call me the goat
as i bleat mucus out

where’s that sheet?

fuck it!—can’t stand this heat!
summer’s over
life more incomplete

progression not the fix—
age didn’t stop the torrential drive—
those haunts followed me past

nineteen ninety-five.

POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Mind’s Maze collection.

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Hi, I’m Tristan Robert Lange — a poet who writes at the crossroads of existentialism, emotional depth, societal critique, and the gothic. My work often journeys into the human psyche, weaving dark and atmospheric imagery with profound emotional insight. I draw inspiration from literary voices such as Edgar Allan Poe, Jim Morrison, Charles Baudelaire, Sylvia Plath, Mary Shelley and Bram Stoker, among others. Their influence fuels my pursuit of vivid imagery and unflinching exploration of the macabre, the mysterious, and the sacred-in-subtext. My poetry is both confessional and visionary, haunted and haloed, carrying the weight of suffering but always straining toward transcendence.

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