Tristan Nuvola 🍀
@tristannuvola.com
Sine capite et corde, non est vivere.
I like writing, if you like reading, consider us friends.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=MJoen84R49Y
Madly in love with another poet.
I like writing, if you like reading, consider us friends.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=MJoen84R49Y
Madly in love with another poet.
February 6, 2026 at 8:59 AM
she put a spell on me: hip-notized
February 5, 2026 at 8:43 PM
she put a spell on me: hip-notized
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola 🍀
Ian McKellen performs “The Strangers’ Case” speech from “Sir Thomas More” on Colbert.
February 5, 2026 at 1:07 PM
Ian McKellen performs “The Strangers’ Case” speech from “Sir Thomas More” on Colbert.
me at work: hey this spreadsheet is wrong
coworker: oh I had AI fill that out
yes... but is AI in the meeting presenting it? the world is slanted and we are being taken for a ride
coworker: oh I had AI fill that out
yes... but is AI in the meeting presenting it? the world is slanted and we are being taken for a ride
February 5, 2026 at 5:40 PM
me at work: hey this spreadsheet is wrong
coworker: oh I had AI fill that out
yes... but is AI in the meeting presenting it? the world is slanted and we are being taken for a ride
coworker: oh I had AI fill that out
yes... but is AI in the meeting presenting it? the world is slanted and we are being taken for a ride
thoughts fell
a collapse of reason
released
gleaming in existence
her soul, #lambent
caught pulse mid-beat
shaking it loose
and free it went
untethered from the clock
galloping toward a crescendo
fervor racing elation
breath chasing breath
a moment reflected
across two halves
#vss365 #poetry
a collapse of reason
released
gleaming in existence
her soul, #lambent
caught pulse mid-beat
shaking it loose
and free it went
untethered from the clock
galloping toward a crescendo
fervor racing elation
breath chasing breath
a moment reflected
across two halves
#vss365 #poetry
February 5, 2026 at 8:54 AM
#ghosts of the past—
crooks, crannies, crevices
stoop below
lost to modernity,
designs of simplicity
hands that knew to wait,
dreaming in filigree,
patience a tool,
not luxury
the carve rests
long after the cut.
forsaken by flats,
by clean lines,
light left
with nowhere to hide
#vss365 #poetry
crooks, crannies, crevices
stoop below
lost to modernity,
designs of simplicity
hands that knew to wait,
dreaming in filigree,
patience a tool,
not luxury
the carve rests
long after the cut.
forsaken by flats,
by clean lines,
light left
with nowhere to hide
#vss365 #poetry
February 4, 2026 at 12:52 PM
the untimely arrival of a broken clock that's right more than twice a day
February 2, 2026 at 10:28 PM
the untimely arrival of a broken clock that's right more than twice a day
chasing sky
can you tread water?
certainly, he said—
with the weight of certainty.
even more astounding,
the work of feet—
walking the surface for a bit,
leaning hard into the claim.
probably full of it,
and yet,
floating all the same.
#poetry
can you tread water?
certainly, he said—
with the weight of certainty.
even more astounding,
the work of feet—
walking the surface for a bit,
leaning hard into the claim.
probably full of it,
and yet,
floating all the same.
#poetry
Running After You
YouTube video by Matthew Mole - Topic
music.youtube.com
February 2, 2026 at 10:21 PM
chasing sky
can you tread water?
certainly, he said—
with the weight of certainty.
even more astounding,
the work of feet—
walking the surface for a bit,
leaning hard into the claim.
probably full of it,
and yet,
floating all the same.
#poetry
can you tread water?
certainly, he said—
with the weight of certainty.
even more astounding,
the work of feet—
walking the surface for a bit,
leaning hard into the claim.
probably full of it,
and yet,
floating all the same.
#poetry
company: we aren't laying you off
me: cool
company: but we can't promise you the position any longer beyond august, but we might extend
me: cool
at what point am i supposed to emotionally invest when life changes and company considers me resource, not a person?
me: cool
company: but we can't promise you the position any longer beyond august, but we might extend
me: cool
at what point am i supposed to emotionally invest when life changes and company considers me resource, not a person?
February 2, 2026 at 7:22 PM
company: we aren't laying you off
me: cool
company: but we can't promise you the position any longer beyond august, but we might extend
me: cool
at what point am i supposed to emotionally invest when life changes and company considers me resource, not a person?
me: cool
company: but we can't promise you the position any longer beyond august, but we might extend
me: cool
at what point am i supposed to emotionally invest when life changes and company considers me resource, not a person?
countdowns: where eagerness and patience battle
February 2, 2026 at 4:02 PM
countdowns: where eagerness and patience battle
walking, waking—paces placed,
placating the mind’s fevered beat.
hands grasp, demanding,
answering the pull of #shadow
to ground the thrum.
tenderness beneath skin,
the pulse unsteady,
a shiver snagged in delight.
logic yields,
and we are left
enthralled
by the raw of our nature.
#vss365 #poetry
placating the mind’s fevered beat.
hands grasp, demanding,
answering the pull of #shadow
to ground the thrum.
tenderness beneath skin,
the pulse unsteady,
a shiver snagged in delight.
logic yields,
and we are left
enthralled
by the raw of our nature.
#vss365 #poetry
February 1, 2026 at 6:30 AM
across the glare of white sands,
a pillar of chaos gleams—
cold triumph of science,
leaving mercy behind.
life provides the kindling
a false sun takes hold;
hear the thunder,
feel the shock,
a long goodbye spoken.
where is sanity,
when the tools of our making
bleed the marrow of nature?
#poetry
a pillar of chaos gleams—
cold triumph of science,
leaving mercy behind.
life provides the kindling
a false sun takes hold;
hear the thunder,
feel the shock,
a long goodbye spoken.
where is sanity,
when the tools of our making
bleed the marrow of nature?
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 9:01 PM
across the glare of white sands,
a pillar of chaos gleams—
cold triumph of science,
leaving mercy behind.
life provides the kindling
a false sun takes hold;
hear the thunder,
feel the shock,
a long goodbye spoken.
where is sanity,
when the tools of our making
bleed the marrow of nature?
#poetry
a pillar of chaos gleams—
cold triumph of science,
leaving mercy behind.
life provides the kindling
a false sun takes hold;
hear the thunder,
feel the shock,
a long goodbye spoken.
where is sanity,
when the tools of our making
bleed the marrow of nature?
#poetry
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola 🍀
she stops
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 8:36 PM
she stops
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
where the shore
meets the sea
“are you running
toward something,
or away
from everything?”
the answer
t h r o b b e d
in the marrow,
to no longer
be the mist,
but the stone
that breaks
the wave
#poetry
a bomb threat
splintering of sanity—
barred from keys,
so they thought.
18 and uncontainable.
i ran—a frantic head start
slid into the driver's seat,
took to asphalt until it failed.
around the dead-end,
over concrete meant for feet,
through the gap and into the open lot.
never stopped.
#poetry
splintering of sanity—
barred from keys,
so they thought.
18 and uncontainable.
i ran—a frantic head start
slid into the driver's seat,
took to asphalt until it failed.
around the dead-end,
over concrete meant for feet,
through the gap and into the open lot.
never stopped.
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 7:16 PM
a bomb threat
splintering of sanity—
barred from keys,
so they thought.
18 and uncontainable.
i ran—a frantic head start
slid into the driver's seat,
took to asphalt until it failed.
around the dead-end,
over concrete meant for feet,
through the gap and into the open lot.
never stopped.
#poetry
splintering of sanity—
barred from keys,
so they thought.
18 and uncontainable.
i ran—a frantic head start
slid into the driver's seat,
took to asphalt until it failed.
around the dead-end,
over concrete meant for feet,
through the gap and into the open lot.
never stopped.
#poetry
i wanted you to know,
but it went unwritten—
truths, untruths,
what stayed hidden.
the story scribbled
across a stall,
inside four walls,
on every side—
inside your mind,
and between two hearts
far apart,
two halves of a whole.
untold, unwritten—
the other half.
what is it?
#poetry
but it went unwritten—
truths, untruths,
what stayed hidden.
the story scribbled
across a stall,
inside four walls,
on every side—
inside your mind,
and between two hearts
far apart,
two halves of a whole.
untold, unwritten—
the other half.
what is it?
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 7:05 PM
i wanted you to know,
but it went unwritten—
truths, untruths,
what stayed hidden.
the story scribbled
across a stall,
inside four walls,
on every side—
inside your mind,
and between two hearts
far apart,
two halves of a whole.
untold, unwritten—
the other half.
what is it?
#poetry
but it went unwritten—
truths, untruths,
what stayed hidden.
the story scribbled
across a stall,
inside four walls,
on every side—
inside your mind,
and between two hearts
far apart,
two halves of a whole.
untold, unwritten—
the other half.
what is it?
#poetry
Reposted by Tristan Nuvola 🍀
The moon shares my secret
We are mirrors both
Wearing a borrowed glow
Stealing silver from a sun
I hide my craters in the velvet
And she turns her face away
Lest we admit we are only stone
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
We are mirrors both
Wearing a borrowed glow
Stealing silver from a sun
I hide my craters in the velvet
And she turns her face away
Lest we admit we are only stone
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
January 31, 2026 at 6:38 PM
The moon shares my secret
We are mirrors both
Wearing a borrowed glow
Stealing silver from a sun
I hide my craters in the velvet
And she turns her face away
Lest we admit we are only stone
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
We are mirrors both
Wearing a borrowed glow
Stealing silver from a sun
I hide my craters in the velvet
And she turns her face away
Lest we admit we are only stone
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
i’d rather be honest than envious—
to ache for the "what if."
what if they didn't recoil?
what if the truth didn't sting?
and so when i am,
how heavy the impact—
a slap on the surface,
belly-blown, blushing.
the raw burn of the stomach,
gut punched, breathless.
the heart breaks.
#poetry
to ache for the "what if."
what if they didn't recoil?
what if the truth didn't sting?
and so when i am,
how heavy the impact—
a slap on the surface,
belly-blown, blushing.
the raw burn of the stomach,
gut punched, breathless.
the heart breaks.
#poetry
Hapuna
YouTube video by Bonobo - Topic
music.youtube.com
January 30, 2026 at 8:44 PM
i’d rather be honest than envious—
to ache for the "what if."
what if they didn't recoil?
what if the truth didn't sting?
and so when i am,
how heavy the impact—
a slap on the surface,
belly-blown, blushing.
the raw burn of the stomach,
gut punched, breathless.
the heart breaks.
#poetry
to ache for the "what if."
what if they didn't recoil?
what if the truth didn't sting?
and so when i am,
how heavy the impact—
a slap on the surface,
belly-blown, blushing.
the raw burn of the stomach,
gut punched, breathless.
the heart breaks.
#poetry
fingers at the lip—
a glass holds the weight
of our single breath.
a wink,
a slow spill of pulse,
a long pour of mine.
held with heat,
tangled in ache,
wrapped in salt-damp sheets,
as every knot comes undone.
and we wonder—
what has the world become,
lost, gone,
drowning in the other.
#poetry
a glass holds the weight
of our single breath.
a wink,
a slow spill of pulse,
a long pour of mine.
held with heat,
tangled in ache,
wrapped in salt-damp sheets,
as every knot comes undone.
and we wonder—
what has the world become,
lost, gone,
drowning in the other.
#poetry
January 30, 2026 at 8:02 PM
fingers at the lip—
a glass holds the weight
of our single breath.
a wink,
a slow spill of pulse,
a long pour of mine.
held with heat,
tangled in ache,
wrapped in salt-damp sheets,
as every knot comes undone.
and we wonder—
what has the world become,
lost, gone,
drowning in the other.
#poetry
a glass holds the weight
of our single breath.
a wink,
a slow spill of pulse,
a long pour of mine.
held with heat,
tangled in ache,
wrapped in salt-damp sheets,
as every knot comes undone.
and we wonder—
what has the world become,
lost, gone,
drowning in the other.
#poetry
drafting a letter,
dense with rain,
thoughts of you.
a tear falls like the cheek
to a #thrum in the distance—
does one catch the resonance?
try to listen,
the signal wanders, drifting—
snarled in yarn,
sinking into softness,
unharmed.
in saturation,
in madness—
how it pours.
#vss365 #poetry
dense with rain,
thoughts of you.
a tear falls like the cheek
to a #thrum in the distance—
does one catch the resonance?
try to listen,
the signal wanders, drifting—
snarled in yarn,
sinking into softness,
unharmed.
in saturation,
in madness—
how it pours.
#vss365 #poetry
January 30, 2026 at 11:55 AM
in query of time,
a rollback of takes—
a clock that reverts,
behind the count,
before the rise,
an unwritten weight.
where is the line?
paradoxical states—
race condition stirs,
as the logic shakes.
the pointer decays—
and with it, the hook.
#poetry #writetomusic
a rollback of takes—
a clock that reverts,
behind the count,
before the rise,
an unwritten weight.
where is the line?
paradoxical states—
race condition stirs,
as the logic shakes.
the pointer decays—
and with it, the hook.
#poetry #writetomusic
(FREE) MF DOOM x Joey Bada$$ x 90s Boom Bap Type Beat - "The Burnout"
YouTube video by Tape Villain
music.youtube.com
January 29, 2026 at 9:23 PM
in query of time,
a rollback of takes—
a clock that reverts,
behind the count,
before the rise,
an unwritten weight.
where is the line?
paradoxical states—
race condition stirs,
as the logic shakes.
the pointer decays—
and with it, the hook.
#poetry #writetomusic
a rollback of takes—
a clock that reverts,
behind the count,
before the rise,
an unwritten weight.
where is the line?
paradoxical states—
race condition stirs,
as the logic shakes.
the pointer decays—
and with it, the hook.
#poetry #writetomusic
thermal pours of wax
liquefied into hue
shedding a viscous shadow
a gloss of reflection
suspended in a coat
acrylic glaze to #obfuscate
density where
substrate vanishes
chroma bleeds from the base
left with only the glow
the hum of cadence, the tides of a state
fractal fallacy
#vss365 #poetry
liquefied into hue
shedding a viscous shadow
a gloss of reflection
suspended in a coat
acrylic glaze to #obfuscate
density where
substrate vanishes
chroma bleeds from the base
left with only the glow
the hum of cadence, the tides of a state
fractal fallacy
#vss365 #poetry
January 29, 2026 at 6:40 PM
thermal pours of wax
liquefied into hue
shedding a viscous shadow
a gloss of reflection
suspended in a coat
acrylic glaze to #obfuscate
density where
substrate vanishes
chroma bleeds from the base
left with only the glow
the hum of cadence, the tides of a state
fractal fallacy
#vss365 #poetry
liquefied into hue
shedding a viscous shadow
a gloss of reflection
suspended in a coat
acrylic glaze to #obfuscate
density where
substrate vanishes
chroma bleeds from the base
left with only the glow
the hum of cadence, the tides of a state
fractal fallacy
#vss365 #poetry