Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

I dwell in a mind that will not rest, a labyrinth of whispers and claws. Inhale, exhale—Mary Jane becomes my temporary sanctuary, a borrowed grace against the storm within. This poem is a confession to that restless shadow, a devotion to fragile moments of calm, and an ode to the quiet endurance of a soul perpetually awake in its own chaos.

Slow My Mind
By Rowan Evans

I smoke to slow my thoughts—
‘Cause my brain, it talks too much.
In the haze, I steal a breath,
A fleeting peace, a borrowed hush.

Chaos claws in every corner,
Rapid-fire whispers, sharp and cruel.
Each one a knife against my skull,
A storm that never sleeps, never yields.

Mary Jane, my temporary friend,
In your smoke, the noise may bend.
You hush the fire, you blur the ache,
A fleeting balm, a fragile break.

I light the flame, inhale the calm,
Feel the tension curl from my palm.
In tendrils of smoke, I seek a place
Where the world moves slower, soft, displaced.

Yet even in your smoky grace,
I know relief will not embrace
The truths I hide, the shadows I keep—
A restless mind, a wakeful sleep.

Your comfort is a borrowed hand,
A fragile lifeline in shifting sand.
And still, I return, inhale, endure,
For one more moment, one more cure.

I smoke to slow my thoughts—
‘Cause my brain will never rest.
In this haze, I find my ground,
A fragile calm, a quiet quest.

Closing Thoughts

Even in the haze, even when the mind won’t rest, I endure. One breath. One moment. One fragile shard of calm to hold onto.

Journey into the Hexverse

Journey into the Hexverse

Step into the Hexverse, where ink drips like blood and shadows weave stories of desire, chaos, and devotion. Each poem is a spark—an echo of fire, a fragment of soul. Traverse these realms and meet the voices that haunt, seduce, and illuminate:

Punchline – Rowan Evans
– A dark comedy of survival, laughter, and jagged grace.

Sanguine Serenade – HxNightshade
– A hymn of forbidden desire, passion, and whispered lust.

Beneath the Skin – B.D. Nightshade
– The intimate torment of craving and surrender, a fevered dance with pain.

Step closer. Let each verse pull you deeper, a winding path through shadow and flame, until you emerge transformed—scarred, awed, and fully awake in the Hexverse.

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