Tristan Nuvola 🌟
@tristannuvola.com
Sine capite et corde, non est vivere.
I write. If you read, we’re already friends.
Madly in love with another poet.
"I guess I really am a cat person, all my friends have cats." - Me
I write. If you read, we’re already friends.
Madly in love with another poet.
"I guess I really am a cat person, all my friends have cats." - Me
Pinned
Cross the Line
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estuary estate—
flocking affairs.
still waters shake,
ruffle thy feathers;
harken the pond,
still-casting glimmer—
surface of mourning.
and oh,
how morning rises
below the clouds,
setting in the east.
nimbus, cumulus—
cumulating.
thunder escapes;
as we—
ride the lightning.
#poetry #writetomusic
flocking affairs.
still waters shake,
ruffle thy feathers;
harken the pond,
still-casting glimmer—
surface of mourning.
and oh,
how morning rises
below the clouds,
setting in the east.
nimbus, cumulus—
cumulating.
thunder escapes;
as we—
ride the lightning.
#poetry #writetomusic
"should", internalizes tyranny
January 2, 2026 at 9:11 PM
"should", internalizes tyranny
it's only brave if you survive: otherwise, it's stupid
January 2, 2026 at 8:55 PM
it's only brave if you survive: otherwise, it's stupid
left alone with thoughts,
rather not—
rather knots.
three sheets to the wind.
when did we set sail,
charting a course for
who knows
what for?
why not.
again—ought not.
square knot—who tied it?
seems like it doesn’t hold slack,
only loosens: untied.
taught a lesson:
not taut at all.
#poetry
rather not—
rather knots.
three sheets to the wind.
when did we set sail,
charting a course for
who knows
what for?
why not.
again—ought not.
square knot—who tied it?
seems like it doesn’t hold slack,
only loosens: untied.
taught a lesson:
not taut at all.
#poetry
Failure
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January 2, 2026 at 8:36 PM
left alone with thoughts,
rather not—
rather knots.
three sheets to the wind.
when did we set sail,
charting a course for
who knows
what for?
why not.
again—ought not.
square knot—who tied it?
seems like it doesn’t hold slack,
only loosens: untied.
taught a lesson:
not taut at all.
#poetry
rather not—
rather knots.
three sheets to the wind.
when did we set sail,
charting a course for
who knows
what for?
why not.
again—ought not.
square knot—who tied it?
seems like it doesn’t hold slack,
only loosens: untied.
taught a lesson:
not taut at all.
#poetry
the end wasn’t confrontation
a whimper not of expectations
no one expects heat-death
entropy at its finest
how far can one see
too far for infinity
open your eyes:
it’s wide as a mouth, capable of nonsense
taking everything it produces
a sharp gaze
and, coincidentally: tongue
#poetry #vss
a whimper not of expectations
no one expects heat-death
entropy at its finest
how far can one see
too far for infinity
open your eyes:
it’s wide as a mouth, capable of nonsense
taking everything it produces
a sharp gaze
and, coincidentally: tongue
#poetry #vss
Predation
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January 2, 2026 at 8:24 PM
hollerith card
every screen a stage—
performative, pejorative nature.
perforative papers, folded thin,
inverse actions—spinning
like a top without a start,
without an ending.
we wonder:
how did it begin?
#poetry
every screen a stage—
performative, pejorative nature.
perforative papers, folded thin,
inverse actions—spinning
like a top without a start,
without an ending.
we wonder:
how did it begin?
#poetry
January 2, 2026 at 8:15 PM
hollerith card
every screen a stage—
performative, pejorative nature.
perforative papers, folded thin,
inverse actions—spinning
like a top without a start,
without an ending.
we wonder:
how did it begin?
#poetry
every screen a stage—
performative, pejorative nature.
perforative papers, folded thin,
inverse actions—spinning
like a top without a start,
without an ending.
we wonder:
how did it begin?
#poetry
shannon limit
and while they were playing games with the heart,
he was playing chess—
while they were playing checkers.
#poetry #claudeshannon
and while they were playing games with the heart,
he was playing chess—
while they were playing checkers.
#poetry #claudeshannon
January 2, 2026 at 7:48 PM
shannon limit
and while they were playing games with the heart,
he was playing chess—
while they were playing checkers.
#poetry #claudeshannon
and while they were playing games with the heart,
he was playing chess—
while they were playing checkers.
#poetry #claudeshannon
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola 🌟
Liberated without
obstructions
Infused with blinding
impressions
Brutal in shaped
Must be precise
Abstractions in size
Double vision of lies
I see bats
You see butterflies
Eyes fool the mind
When brains lose their
wise
#abstraction #vss365
obstructions
Infused with blinding
impressions
Brutal in shaped
Must be precise
Abstractions in size
Double vision of lies
I see bats
You see butterflies
Eyes fool the mind
When brains lose their
wise
#abstraction #vss365
January 2, 2026 at 4:02 PM
Liberated without
obstructions
Infused with blinding
impressions
Brutal in shaped
Must be precise
Abstractions in size
Double vision of lies
I see bats
You see butterflies
Eyes fool the mind
When brains lose their
wise
#abstraction #vss365
obstructions
Infused with blinding
impressions
Brutal in shaped
Must be precise
Abstractions in size
Double vision of lies
I see bats
You see butterflies
Eyes fool the mind
When brains lose their
wise
#abstraction #vss365
in #abstraction, you can unthread head from heart—
but like art, once you do,
few will understand the shape you made.
#vss365 #micropoem
but like art, once you do,
few will understand the shape you made.
#vss365 #micropoem
January 2, 2026 at 4:40 PM
in #abstraction, you can unthread head from heart—
but like art, once you do,
few will understand the shape you made.
#vss365 #micropoem
but like art, once you do,
few will understand the shape you made.
#vss365 #micropoem
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their energy
ignites a quiet thrill—
a taste of truth in me.
time s t r e t c h e s differently;
hours of night soften
when they’re near—
it shapeshifts like silk,
d r a p i n g my skin—
velveteen
to my soul.
#poetry
ignites a quiet thrill—
a taste of truth in me.
time s t r e t c h e s differently;
hours of night soften
when they’re near—
it shapeshifts like silk,
d r a p i n g my skin—
velveteen
to my soul.
#poetry
January 1, 2026 at 5:24 PM
their energy
ignites a quiet thrill—
a taste of truth in me.
time s t r e t c h e s differently;
hours of night soften
when they’re near—
it shapeshifts like silk,
d r a p i n g my skin—
velveteen
to my soul.
#poetry
ignites a quiet thrill—
a taste of truth in me.
time s t r e t c h e s differently;
hours of night soften
when they’re near—
it shapeshifts like silk,
d r a p i n g my skin—
velveteen
to my soul.
#poetry
cast as l i g h t
elating as r e f l e c t i o n
our breath—
t o g e t h e r n e s s
together
the inhale:
a kiss
the exhale:
dismissed
for how we meld
inward, into
m e r g i n g
e m e r g e n c e
𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
#poetry
elating as r e f l e c t i o n
our breath—
t o g e t h e r n e s s
together
the inhale:
a kiss
the exhale:
dismissed
for how we meld
inward, into
m e r g i n g
e m e r g e n c e
𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
#poetry
Inner Awakening
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January 1, 2026 at 8:38 PM
cast as l i g h t
elating as r e f l e c t i o n
our breath—
t o g e t h e r n e s s
together
the inhale:
a kiss
the exhale:
dismissed
for how we meld
inward, into
m e r g i n g
e m e r g e n c e
𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
#poetry
elating as r e f l e c t i o n
our breath—
t o g e t h e r n e s s
together
the inhale:
a kiss
the exhale:
dismissed
for how we meld
inward, into
m e r g i n g
e m e r g e n c e
𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
#poetry
January 1, 2026 at 6:53 PM
using his fame—a call to action,
he wanted to leave earth
in hasteful fashion.
for he had seen truth:
the creation of factions;
the lesser pinned down,
divided like fractions.
but he needed a rocket,
he needed a ship—
with no knowledge how,
or what to build with.
his studies began.
#poetry
he wanted to leave earth
in hasteful fashion.
for he had seen truth:
the creation of factions;
the lesser pinned down,
divided like fractions.
but he needed a rocket,
he needed a ship—
with no knowledge how,
or what to build with.
his studies began.
#poetry
January 1, 2026 at 6:22 PM
using his fame—a call to action,
he wanted to leave earth
in hasteful fashion.
for he had seen truth:
the creation of factions;
the lesser pinned down,
divided like fractions.
but he needed a rocket,
he needed a ship—
with no knowledge how,
or what to build with.
his studies began.
#poetry
he wanted to leave earth
in hasteful fashion.
for he had seen truth:
the creation of factions;
the lesser pinned down,
divided like fractions.
but he needed a rocket,
he needed a ship—
with no knowledge how,
or what to build with.
his studies began.
#poetry
media swarmed, popping—
like corn were lights: action.
but it had all happened
so fast—soon, evening news.
a local hero survives,
his senses barely alive.
so many left behind,
and yet: one focus—
a hope for a story,
a sensationalized glory.
but oh—oh how gory:
a tale painted in black.
#poetry
like corn were lights: action.
but it had all happened
so fast—soon, evening news.
a local hero survives,
his senses barely alive.
so many left behind,
and yet: one focus—
a hope for a story,
a sensationalized glory.
but oh—oh how gory:
a tale painted in black.
#poetry
Tabloid Secrets
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January 1, 2026 at 6:12 PM
media swarmed, popping—
like corn were lights: action.
but it had all happened
so fast—soon, evening news.
a local hero survives,
his senses barely alive.
so many left behind,
and yet: one focus—
a hope for a story,
a sensationalized glory.
but oh—oh how gory:
a tale painted in black.
#poetry
like corn were lights: action.
but it had all happened
so fast—soon, evening news.
a local hero survives,
his senses barely alive.
so many left behind,
and yet: one focus—
a hope for a story,
a sensationalized glory.
but oh—oh how gory:
a tale painted in black.
#poetry
a single line,
drawn with precision—
from one point to the next.
follow along;
read what is meant.
for the shape is not yet formed—
but on this page it rests:
energy spent,
emotions set free.
a page from my heart,
a page of me.
so please, tag along—
for we never know
how long.
#poetry
drawn with precision—
from one point to the next.
follow along;
read what is meant.
for the shape is not yet formed—
but on this page it rests:
energy spent,
emotions set free.
a page from my heart,
a page of me.
so please, tag along—
for we never know
how long.
#poetry
January 1, 2026 at 4:02 PM
a single line,
drawn with precision—
from one point to the next.
follow along;
read what is meant.
for the shape is not yet formed—
but on this page it rests:
energy spent,
emotions set free.
a page from my heart,
a page of me.
so please, tag along—
for we never know
how long.
#poetry
drawn with precision—
from one point to the next.
follow along;
read what is meant.
for the shape is not yet formed—
but on this page it rests:
energy spent,
emotions set free.
a page from my heart,
a page of me.
so please, tag along—
for we never know
how long.
#poetry
an entrance, now exit
the escape: daring
screams chased
fleet of foot
he rose, bloomed
dust, ash thrown
misted by debris
a collapse
now free
mine, no longer his
life in every breath
heaves from chest
black tears run ground
ears are ringing
not a sound
but a pound
of his heart in the now
#poetry
the escape: daring
screams chased
fleet of foot
he rose, bloomed
dust, ash thrown
misted by debris
a collapse
now free
mine, no longer his
life in every breath
heaves from chest
black tears run ground
ears are ringing
not a sound
but a pound
of his heart in the now
#poetry
From Darkness Comes Hope
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January 1, 2026 at 3:44 PM
an entrance, now exit
the escape: daring
screams chased
fleet of foot
he rose, bloomed
dust, ash thrown
misted by debris
a collapse
now free
mine, no longer his
life in every breath
heaves from chest
black tears run ground
ears are ringing
not a sound
but a pound
of his heart in the now
#poetry
the escape: daring
screams chased
fleet of foot
he rose, bloomed
dust, ash thrown
misted by debris
a collapse
now free
mine, no longer his
life in every breath
heaves from chest
black tears run ground
ears are ringing
not a sound
but a pound
of his heart in the now
#poetry
’twas cavernous in the hollowing—
a time before remembering.
tunneled memories,
where a bird let free
became a canary.
perhaps a coal mine, blackened;
soot carried the final note—
a coffin of a cage.
as the pillar fell,
a final call was heard: not freedom,
but collapse—
𝗿𝘂𝗻.
#poetry #vss
a time before remembering.
tunneled memories,
where a bird let free
became a canary.
perhaps a coal mine, blackened;
soot carried the final note—
a coffin of a cage.
as the pillar fell,
a final call was heard: not freedom,
but collapse—
𝗿𝘂𝗻.
#poetry #vss
January 1, 2026 at 3:36 PM
rods in winter
wrought in iron
warding points
north
snow falls
crystalline
unique, it tumbles
crumbling under sun
light making mortal
transparent infinity
melting to tears
hear its cries
forsaking heat
yet pressure bides
time and collision
an angle of incision
until it finds
its place
#poetry
wrought in iron
warding points
north
snow falls
crystalline
unique, it tumbles
crumbling under sun
light making mortal
transparent infinity
melting to tears
hear its cries
forsaking heat
yet pressure bides
time and collision
an angle of incision
until it finds
its place
#poetry
Forever True
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January 1, 2026 at 3:20 PM
rods in winter
wrought in iron
warding points
north
snow falls
crystalline
unique, it tumbles
crumbling under sun
light making mortal
transparent infinity
melting to tears
hear its cries
forsaking heat
yet pressure bides
time and collision
an angle of incision
until it finds
its place
#poetry
wrought in iron
warding points
north
snow falls
crystalline
unique, it tumbles
crumbling under sun
light making mortal
transparent infinity
melting to tears
hear its cries
forsaking heat
yet pressure bides
time and collision
an angle of incision
until it finds
its place
#poetry
a capstone awaits
glistening in gold
its own sun
rising to an occasion
dragged by masses
fulcrum of pulley
how it reels
a heave heard, writhing
dripping brows
anguished actions
force creates
force
defy gravity
bow to gods
what pressure to lift
creation in dedication
of faltering pharaohs
#poetry
glistening in gold
its own sun
rising to an occasion
dragged by masses
fulcrum of pulley
how it reels
a heave heard, writhing
dripping brows
anguished actions
force creates
force
defy gravity
bow to gods
what pressure to lift
creation in dedication
of faltering pharaohs
#poetry
Against the World
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January 1, 2026 at 3:08 PM
a capstone awaits
glistening in gold
its own sun
rising to an occasion
dragged by masses
fulcrum of pulley
how it reels
a heave heard, writhing
dripping brows
anguished actions
force creates
force
defy gravity
bow to gods
what pressure to lift
creation in dedication
of faltering pharaohs
#poetry
glistening in gold
its own sun
rising to an occasion
dragged by masses
fulcrum of pulley
how it reels
a heave heard, writhing
dripping brows
anguished actions
force creates
force
defy gravity
bow to gods
what pressure to lift
creation in dedication
of faltering pharaohs
#poetry
perhaps perhaps
one wonders
by chance
do they imagine?
do dreams arrive
or manifest?
what would you make
if allowed to dream
without boundaries
without limits
for what exists
at the edge of madness
if not everything
that we witness?
call it chaos
call it beauty
is it not
all we know?
#poetry
one wonders
by chance
do they imagine?
do dreams arrive
or manifest?
what would you make
if allowed to dream
without boundaries
without limits
for what exists
at the edge of madness
if not everything
that we witness?
call it chaos
call it beauty
is it not
all we know?
#poetry
January 1, 2026 at 2:11 PM
perhaps perhaps
one wonders
by chance
do they imagine?
do dreams arrive
or manifest?
what would you make
if allowed to dream
without boundaries
without limits
for what exists
at the edge of madness
if not everything
that we witness?
call it chaos
call it beauty
is it not
all we know?
#poetry
one wonders
by chance
do they imagine?
do dreams arrive
or manifest?
what would you make
if allowed to dream
without boundaries
without limits
for what exists
at the edge of madness
if not everything
that we witness?
call it chaos
call it beauty
is it not
all we know?
#poetry
estuary estate—
flocking affairs.
still waters shake,
ruffle thy feathers;
harken the pond,
still-casting glimmer—
surface of mourning.
and oh,
how morning rises
below the clouds,
setting in the east.
nimbus, cumulus—
cumulating.
thunder escapes;
as we—
ride the lightning.
#poetry #writetomusic
flocking affairs.
still waters shake,
ruffle thy feathers;
harken the pond,
still-casting glimmer—
surface of mourning.
and oh,
how morning rises
below the clouds,
setting in the east.
nimbus, cumulus—
cumulating.
thunder escapes;
as we—
ride the lightning.
#poetry #writetomusic
Cross the Line
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January 1, 2026 at 1:45 PM
estuary estate—
flocking affairs.
still waters shake,
ruffle thy feathers;
harken the pond,
still-casting glimmer—
surface of mourning.
and oh,
how morning rises
below the clouds,
setting in the east.
nimbus, cumulus—
cumulating.
thunder escapes;
as we—
ride the lightning.
#poetry #writetomusic
flocking affairs.
still waters shake,
ruffle thy feathers;
harken the pond,
still-casting glimmer—
surface of mourning.
and oh,
how morning rises
below the clouds,
setting in the east.
nimbus, cumulus—
cumulating.
thunder escapes;
as we—
ride the lightning.
#poetry #writetomusic
mydriasis
we ask of your eyes:
open.
we ask of your pupils:
dilate.
take us into night—
we have to run,
like it’s for our lives.
the past is behind us,
trying to catch up,
haunting us—
as if happening once
wasn’t enough.
#poetry
we ask of your eyes:
open.
we ask of your pupils:
dilate.
take us into night—
we have to run,
like it’s for our lives.
the past is behind us,
trying to catch up,
haunting us—
as if happening once
wasn’t enough.
#poetry
Hidden Machinations
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January 1, 2026 at 11:06 AM
mydriasis
we ask of your eyes:
open.
we ask of your pupils:
dilate.
take us into night—
we have to run,
like it’s for our lives.
the past is behind us,
trying to catch up,
haunting us—
as if happening once
wasn’t enough.
#poetry
we ask of your eyes:
open.
we ask of your pupils:
dilate.
take us into night—
we have to run,
like it’s for our lives.
the past is behind us,
trying to catch up,
haunting us—
as if happening once
wasn’t enough.
#poetry
sliding—a hill.
sliding—a sled.
down, down;
up again, again.
excited,
#delighted,
he ran—he ran;
he slid—he slid;
and oh, how it felt
to be a kid.
#vss365 #poetry
sliding—a sled.
down, down;
up again, again.
excited,
#delighted,
he ran—he ran;
he slid—he slid;
and oh, how it felt
to be a kid.
#vss365 #poetry
January 1, 2026 at 11:03 AM
sliding—a hill.
sliding—a sled.
down, down;
up again, again.
excited,
#delighted,
he ran—he ran;
he slid—he slid;
and oh, how it felt
to be a kid.
#vss365 #poetry
sliding—a sled.
down, down;
up again, again.
excited,
#delighted,
he ran—he ran;
he slid—he slid;
and oh, how it felt
to be a kid.
#vss365 #poetry