Tristan Nuvola 🍀
@tristannuvola.com
Sine capite et corde, non est vivere.
I like writing, if you like reading, consider us friends.
Madly in love with another poet.
I like writing, if you like reading, consider us friends.
Madly in love with another poet.
Pinned
foam falters—crash.
salt-laden brine bowls blow,
scent crossing lips.
a gentle brush,
tongue touches by tip—
the scene #slips.
by scent alone, a dream:
fragrant, serene,
caught in light—
to shine bright,
their sun.
only to be lost
to gravity with them,
falling into night.
#vss365 #poetry #slip
salt-laden brine bowls blow,
scent crossing lips.
a gentle brush,
tongue touches by tip—
the scene #slips.
by scent alone, a dream:
fragrant, serene,
caught in light—
to shine bright,
their sun.
only to be lost
to gravity with them,
falling into night.
#vss365 #poetry #slip
Slow Sun
YouTube video by Aukai - Topic
music.youtube.com
January 24, 2026 at 2:34 PM
shake that dirty leg
posture pointed sky-high,
chest abreast, puffed pride—
ego greets hubris, arms wide.
and tucked neatly within
me—oh my—
the child inside.
deflection and truth collide:
paratrooper paradox,
alive.
#poetry #vss #truestory
posture pointed sky-high,
chest abreast, puffed pride—
ego greets hubris, arms wide.
and tucked neatly within
me—oh my—
the child inside.
deflection and truth collide:
paratrooper paradox,
alive.
#poetry #vss #truestory
January 23, 2026 at 11:20 PM
shake that dirty leg
posture pointed sky-high,
chest abreast, puffed pride—
ego greets hubris, arms wide.
and tucked neatly within
me—oh my—
the child inside.
deflection and truth collide:
paratrooper paradox,
alive.
#poetry #vss #truestory
posture pointed sky-high,
chest abreast, puffed pride—
ego greets hubris, arms wide.
and tucked neatly within
me—oh my—
the child inside.
deflection and truth collide:
paratrooper paradox,
alive.
#poetry #vss #truestory
it’s the future—here it is.
was it what you hoped?
it seems as though
you were waiting for it…
but what would i know?
who am i, anyhow, to you—
perhaps a friend,
a greeting away; except
no one likes introductions.
too much pressure—
truths seem to weigh us
down.
why not
let go?
#poetry
was it what you hoped?
it seems as though
you were waiting for it…
but what would i know?
who am i, anyhow, to you—
perhaps a friend,
a greeting away; except
no one likes introductions.
too much pressure—
truths seem to weigh us
down.
why not
let go?
#poetry
Intro (i m sorry)
YouTube video by Mounika - Topic
music.youtube.com
January 23, 2026 at 5:16 PM
it’s the future—here it is.
was it what you hoped?
it seems as though
you were waiting for it…
but what would i know?
who am i, anyhow, to you—
perhaps a friend,
a greeting away; except
no one likes introductions.
too much pressure—
truths seem to weigh us
down.
why not
let go?
#poetry
was it what you hoped?
it seems as though
you were waiting for it…
but what would i know?
who am i, anyhow, to you—
perhaps a friend,
a greeting away; except
no one likes introductions.
too much pressure—
truths seem to weigh us
down.
why not
let go?
#poetry
predicated on a blissful mist
the ocean shore calls—blistering
gales howl, violent shrieks
storm-clung hauntings wisp the air
a #drizzle creeps upshore
slicking hills paved black
steam rises out a sewer's mouth
holding hell’s bowels
beneath the mantle
a crust, needlessly unaware
#vss365 #poetry
the ocean shore calls—blistering
gales howl, violent shrieks
storm-clung hauntings wisp the air
a #drizzle creeps upshore
slicking hills paved black
steam rises out a sewer's mouth
holding hell’s bowels
beneath the mantle
a crust, needlessly unaware
#vss365 #poetry
January 23, 2026 at 4:54 PM
if a fragment remained,
let it be hollow—
to offer all
claims even the marrow.
with each thrum of the pulse,
each hushing of lung,
the knots of thought
finally come unstrung.
the hours lose traction,
slipping like silt—
and before the weight of nothing,
i lay down all that was mine.
#poetry
let it be hollow—
to offer all
claims even the marrow.
with each thrum of the pulse,
each hushing of lung,
the knots of thought
finally come unstrung.
the hours lose traction,
slipping like silt—
and before the weight of nothing,
i lay down all that was mine.
#poetry
January 22, 2026 at 9:19 PM
if a fragment remained,
let it be hollow—
to offer all
claims even the marrow.
with each thrum of the pulse,
each hushing of lung,
the knots of thought
finally come unstrung.
the hours lose traction,
slipping like silt—
and before the weight of nothing,
i lay down all that was mine.
#poetry
let it be hollow—
to offer all
claims even the marrow.
with each thrum of the pulse,
each hushing of lung,
the knots of thought
finally come unstrung.
the hours lose traction,
slipping like silt—
and before the weight of nothing,
i lay down all that was mine.
#poetry
the wriggle of it, wiggle it—
hips shake, legs tilt, arms fly
motions collide: fractions,
half of a whole finding satisfaction.
footloose—dancing fashion,
heels pound, sparking passion
look left, look right—
hands meet, grip, closer
spin and blaze,
caught in the turn,
everlasting
#poetry #fun
hips shake, legs tilt, arms fly
motions collide: fractions,
half of a whole finding satisfaction.
footloose—dancing fashion,
heels pound, sparking passion
look left, look right—
hands meet, grip, closer
spin and blaze,
caught in the turn,
everlasting
#poetry #fun
Girl Talk - Let it Out
YouTube video by TheHPJC
music.youtube.com
January 22, 2026 at 7:00 PM
Sobreviver
YouTube video by Bárbara Tinoco - Topic
music.youtube.com
January 22, 2026 at 6:26 PM
we were parking a car,
parallel—mooring a boat.
a shore of asphalt galore,
anchored, planked, and laid.
the gaps in the lapse, gasp,
the in-between seams—
an unmeasured bit,
to #unmoor the ship.
seeking friction:
a match and a light,
scrape the tip—
sulfur scenting
remembrance.
#vss365 #poetry
parallel—mooring a boat.
a shore of asphalt galore,
anchored, planked, and laid.
the gaps in the lapse, gasp,
the in-between seams—
an unmeasured bit,
to #unmoor the ship.
seeking friction:
a match and a light,
scrape the tip—
sulfur scenting
remembrance.
#vss365 #poetry
Bomb Thrown
YouTube video by Czarface - Topic
music.youtube.com
January 22, 2026 at 5:06 PM
down long inning—fit, frosted filling
caked on horizon’s dawn
blow clouds, sing songs
ring a bell—ding dong: farewell
wouldn’t wait, hesitate
open the door—run for it
sick of it, can’t find it, don’t give a
what went missing
rhymes in rendition
fusion, fizzle, fission
half-life's sedition
#poetry
caked on horizon’s dawn
blow clouds, sing songs
ring a bell—ding dong: farewell
wouldn’t wait, hesitate
open the door—run for it
sick of it, can’t find it, don’t give a
what went missing
rhymes in rendition
fusion, fizzle, fission
half-life's sedition
#poetry
Nightcrawler (feat. Method Man)
YouTube video by Czarface - Topic
music.youtube.com
January 21, 2026 at 7:00 PM
down long inning—fit, frosted filling
caked on horizon’s dawn
blow clouds, sing songs
ring a bell—ding dong: farewell
wouldn’t wait, hesitate
open the door—run for it
sick of it, can’t find it, don’t give a
what went missing
rhymes in rendition
fusion, fizzle, fission
half-life's sedition
#poetry
caked on horizon’s dawn
blow clouds, sing songs
ring a bell—ding dong: farewell
wouldn’t wait, hesitate
open the door—run for it
sick of it, can’t find it, don’t give a
what went missing
rhymes in rendition
fusion, fizzle, fission
half-life's sedition
#poetry
'ffing fun
feathered, fluttered—
frenetic, fostering, following
fancies.
fairways fallen,
felling forest;
fragrant fumes fill far footings,
fueling fictions,
fastening fears—
foggy folds fade:
few, fewer,
fewest—
forgotten.
#poetry
feathered, fluttered—
frenetic, fostering, following
fancies.
fairways fallen,
felling forest;
fragrant fumes fill far footings,
fueling fictions,
fastening fears—
foggy folds fade:
few, fewer,
fewest—
forgotten.
#poetry
January 21, 2026 at 4:22 PM
'ffing fun
feathered, fluttered—
frenetic, fostering, following
fancies.
fairways fallen,
felling forest;
fragrant fumes fill far footings,
fueling fictions,
fastening fears—
foggy folds fade:
few, fewer,
fewest—
forgotten.
#poetry
feathered, fluttered—
frenetic, fostering, following
fancies.
fairways fallen,
felling forest;
fragrant fumes fill far footings,
fueling fictions,
fastening fears—
foggy folds fade:
few, fewer,
fewest—
forgotten.
#poetry
brownings
it reeked of misery—
olfactory of bad company.
dejected rains, reigning,
the dumpster dumped on,
poured upon,
soured in.
stirred by storm,
and as the fouls ran,
water souped, soaking—
down, down, down.
brown, brown, brown.
#poetry
it reeked of misery—
olfactory of bad company.
dejected rains, reigning,
the dumpster dumped on,
poured upon,
soured in.
stirred by storm,
and as the fouls ran,
water souped, soaking—
down, down, down.
brown, brown, brown.
#poetry
January 21, 2026 at 3:37 PM
brownings
it reeked of misery—
olfactory of bad company.
dejected rains, reigning,
the dumpster dumped on,
poured upon,
soured in.
stirred by storm,
and as the fouls ran,
water souped, soaking—
down, down, down.
brown, brown, brown.
#poetry
it reeked of misery—
olfactory of bad company.
dejected rains, reigning,
the dumpster dumped on,
poured upon,
soured in.
stirred by storm,
and as the fouls ran,
water souped, soaking—
down, down, down.
brown, brown, brown.
#poetry
every string answers when pressed,
stressed across bars,
tensed to harmonics.
charmed sonics—
magic and logic:
verse moving phonics.
the music creates connection.
and still i wonder—
how can we sound whole
while so far apart,
as the resonance
continues to beat,
along with my heart.
#poetry
stressed across bars,
tensed to harmonics.
charmed sonics—
magic and logic:
verse moving phonics.
the music creates connection.
and still i wonder—
how can we sound whole
while so far apart,
as the resonance
continues to beat,
along with my heart.
#poetry
Eric Godlow - Peace
YouTube video by Eric Godlow Beats
music.youtube.com
January 21, 2026 at 2:07 PM
every string answers when pressed,
stressed across bars,
tensed to harmonics.
charmed sonics—
magic and logic:
verse moving phonics.
the music creates connection.
and still i wonder—
how can we sound whole
while so far apart,
as the resonance
continues to beat,
along with my heart.
#poetry
stressed across bars,
tensed to harmonics.
charmed sonics—
magic and logic:
verse moving phonics.
the music creates connection.
and still i wonder—
how can we sound whole
while so far apart,
as the resonance
continues to beat,
along with my heart.
#poetry
January 20, 2026 at 10:51 PM
a scrape or a bruise,
a rouse or a roose—
follow flues, hearth hues.
on the swan, dressed in black,
sliding across glass into light,
never to look back,
never to take flight.
#poetry
a rouse or a roose—
follow flues, hearth hues.
on the swan, dressed in black,
sliding across glass into light,
never to look back,
never to take flight.
#poetry
January 20, 2026 at 10:30 PM
a scrape or a bruise,
a rouse or a roose—
follow flues, hearth hues.
on the swan, dressed in black,
sliding across glass into light,
never to look back,
never to take flight.
#poetry
a rouse or a roose—
follow flues, hearth hues.
on the swan, dressed in black,
sliding across glass into light,
never to look back,
never to take flight.
#poetry
hope all is well,
whoever.
and so it seems
i need to address
the crowd—
but i’m not so good
at them,
in them.
so just perhaps
you could
introduce,
lend a hand,
shake my name
out of me.
see,
i happen to be
a bit shy,
and in pieces
over—
you.
#poetry
whoever.
and so it seems
i need to address
the crowd—
but i’m not so good
at them,
in them.
so just perhaps
you could
introduce,
lend a hand,
shake my name
out of me.
see,
i happen to be
a bit shy,
and in pieces
over—
you.
#poetry
January 20, 2026 at 9:30 PM
hope all is well,
whoever.
and so it seems
i need to address
the crowd—
but i’m not so good
at them,
in them.
so just perhaps
you could
introduce,
lend a hand,
shake my name
out of me.
see,
i happen to be
a bit shy,
and in pieces
over—
you.
#poetry
whoever.
and so it seems
i need to address
the crowd—
but i’m not so good
at them,
in them.
so just perhaps
you could
introduce,
lend a hand,
shake my name
out of me.
see,
i happen to be
a bit shy,
and in pieces
over—
you.
#poetry
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and were you
and were i
and was they
unfortunately not—
grammar, not.
see what you did,
so clever,
so lucid.
i should warn you
of the weather—
whether you know
what is good for you,
or not.
bet they tell you
anyhow.
#poetry
and were you
and were i
and was they
unfortunately not—
grammar, not.
see what you did,
so clever,
so lucid.
i should warn you
of the weather—
whether you know
what is good for you,
or not.
bet they tell you
anyhow.
#poetry
January 20, 2026 at 9:19 PM
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and were you
and were i
and was they
unfortunately not—
grammar, not.
see what you did,
so clever,
so lucid.
i should warn you
of the weather—
whether you know
what is good for you,
or not.
bet they tell you
anyhow.
#poetry
and were you
and were i
and was they
unfortunately not—
grammar, not.
see what you did,
so clever,
so lucid.
i should warn you
of the weather—
whether you know
what is good for you,
or not.
bet they tell you
anyhow.
#poetry
stepdad
i’m sorry i never cared
i didn’t understand trauma
you caused me so much
and when i finally did understand
i started to heal
now that i have
there’s nothing left to say
i grew more than you were capable of
but you were a father figure
you taught me what not to do
so thank you
#poetry
i’m sorry i never cared
i didn’t understand trauma
you caused me so much
and when i finally did understand
i started to heal
now that i have
there’s nothing left to say
i grew more than you were capable of
but you were a father figure
you taught me what not to do
so thank you
#poetry
January 19, 2026 at 10:56 AM
stepdad
i’m sorry i never cared
i didn’t understand trauma
you caused me so much
and when i finally did understand
i started to heal
now that i have
there’s nothing left to say
i grew more than you were capable of
but you were a father figure
you taught me what not to do
so thank you
#poetry
i’m sorry i never cared
i didn’t understand trauma
you caused me so much
and when i finally did understand
i started to heal
now that i have
there’s nothing left to say
i grew more than you were capable of
but you were a father figure
you taught me what not to do
so thank you
#poetry
stochastic
a cappuccino lays
across from consequence,
unable to sleep,
while it worries of nothing.
too much caffeine—
could have been.
yet everything falls into place,
so it says, so it goes.
always patient for action,
reacting, ending in what ifs—
and who knows.
#poetry
a cappuccino lays
across from consequence,
unable to sleep,
while it worries of nothing.
too much caffeine—
could have been.
yet everything falls into place,
so it says, so it goes.
always patient for action,
reacting, ending in what ifs—
and who knows.
#poetry
January 19, 2026 at 9:46 AM
stochastic
a cappuccino lays
across from consequence,
unable to sleep,
while it worries of nothing.
too much caffeine—
could have been.
yet everything falls into place,
so it says, so it goes.
always patient for action,
reacting, ending in what ifs—
and who knows.
#poetry
a cappuccino lays
across from consequence,
unable to sleep,
while it worries of nothing.
too much caffeine—
could have been.
yet everything falls into place,
so it says, so it goes.
always patient for action,
reacting, ending in what ifs—
and who knows.
#poetry
January 17, 2026 at 8:31 PM
null state
sometimes,
not wanting to interact,
yet being asked—
are you alright?
collide.
the answer would never
be yes,
and that would be
alright.
#poetry
sometimes,
not wanting to interact,
yet being asked—
are you alright?
collide.
the answer would never
be yes,
and that would be
alright.
#poetry
January 17, 2026 at 7:18 PM
null state
sometimes,
not wanting to interact,
yet being asked—
are you alright?
collide.
the answer would never
be yes,
and that would be
alright.
#poetry
sometimes,
not wanting to interact,
yet being asked—
are you alright?
collide.
the answer would never
be yes,
and that would be
alright.
#poetry
to all my lies,
i’d kindly remind—
i was driven aside,
corralled into words
not meant to hurt,
emotionally driven
by truths
that felt justified
to hide.
#micropoem #poetry
i’d kindly remind—
i was driven aside,
corralled into words
not meant to hurt,
emotionally driven
by truths
that felt justified
to hide.
#micropoem #poetry
January 17, 2026 at 7:04 PM
to all my lies,
i’d kindly remind—
i was driven aside,
corralled into words
not meant to hurt,
emotionally driven
by truths
that felt justified
to hide.
#micropoem #poetry
i’d kindly remind—
i was driven aside,
corralled into words
not meant to hurt,
emotionally driven
by truths
that felt justified
to hide.
#micropoem #poetry