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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: mental noise

  • The Strings Won’t Stop | A Poem About Anxiety, Mental Loops & Finding Silence by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Some thoughts don’t arrive quietly. They repeat, build momentum, and turn themselves into a soundtrack you never asked to hear.

    The Strings Won’t Stop takes that experience and gives it a physical sound: violins playing somewhere inside an empty room, each note feeding the fear and keeping the loop alive. The speaker isn’t asking for a beautiful song—they’re asking for silence, for one interruption in the pattern, one change in tempo that might finally give the mind somewhere else to go.

    Sometimes the hardest part isn’t finding the words.

    It’s getting the strings to stop playing them.

    — Rowan Evans

    A solitary figure sits rocking in the corner of an empty room surrounded by ghostly violins, symbolizing anxious thoughts that won't stop repeating.
    Sometimes the mind doesn’t need another song. It needs the strings to stop.

    The Strings Won’t Stop
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I sit in an empty room,
    listening to the haunting cry
    of violins—

    I’m just longing
    for silence—

    but the strings
    sing for me—
    they sing a song
    I don’t want to hear,
    it amplifies the fear—
    it makes me wonder,
    what am I doing here?

    But they don’t stop—
    the strings sing
    and they watch—
    I sit in the corner,
    and I rock—
    back and forth,
    listening for the chorus,
    or something to break
    the loop—
    a tempo switch,
    a cadence change—
    something,
    anything
    to rearrange
    the thoughts in my brain.

    Journey into the Hexverse

    [A Person First]
    A poem about the difference between loving a woman and loving the role someone expects her to play—because partnership requires respect, autonomy, and room to remain a person first.

    [Half a Picture]
    What happens when someone falls in love with the person they discover through your poetry? Half a Picture explores the strange intimacy between writer and reader—and the distance between seeing someone’s mind through their words and truly knowing the whole person.

    [If You Want to Go]
    When conversations become nothing more than repeated excuses, sometimes the only answer left is to stop pretending. A raw, direct poem about emotional exhaustion, frustration, and the difficult freedom of letting someone walk away.

    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]

  • The Quiet Inside the Noise – A Love Poem About Finding Calm in One Person

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    My mind isn’t usually quiet.

    It tends to move fast, loud, pulling in a dozen directions at once. Most of the time, that kind of noise is overwhelming–something I’m trying to manage, or move through.

    But sometimes, it shifts.

    Sometimes everything narrows–focuses–until all that noise settles around a single point.

    And instead of feeling chaotic, it feels… calm.

    This piece comes from that shift.

    From the moment where the noise doesn’t disappear–but softens, because of who it centers on.

    — Rowan Evans

    Couple walking down a warm city street at sunset with soft light and humid atmosphere.
    Sometimes the noise doesn’t disappear—it just finds somewhere softer to land.

    The Quiet Inside the Noise
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    My mind gets so loud—
    usually, that’s a problem.

    But when every thought
    revolves around
    a single point,
    the noise softens.

    It feels different.

    Especially when
    that single point
    is you—
    the quiet
    inside the noise.

    Every thought.
    Every dream.

    You and I—
    walking Manila’s streets,
    feeling Manila’s heat.

    “The heat,” you say,
    “you can’t take it—
    the way the humidity clings.”

    You laugh—

    telling me I’ll melt
    before noon.

    But I think
    I’ve already melted
    into the idea of you.

    Journey into the Hexverse!

    [Low Hum]
    Depression isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s a quiet presence—a low hum beneath everything. This poem explores that silence, and the small moments that help break through it.

    [Storm Systems]
    A powerful poem using weather as a metaphor for mental health, exploring emotional storms, numbness, and the people who keep us grounded.

    [121° East]
    A single line of longitude becomes something more—a reflection of distance, identity, and the quiet decision to become who you were always meant to be.

    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]