Mythmaking – Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Some poems come from a single voice.

This one comes from the argument.

Iron Sharpens Iron is about what happens when every version of my creative mind sits down at the same table: the gothic romantic, the absurdist comic, the mythmaker, the battle-poet, the joke creator, and whatever other voice decides to kick the door open halfway through a line.

The notebook becomes the sparring ring. One thought throws a punch, another throws a punchline, and sometimes Batman apparently gets involved.

I don’t always plan where the thread is going. Sometimes I just follow it until the poem lands somewhere that makes sense.

Maybe that’s the point.

I don’t need to silence the contradictions. I need them to sharpen each other.

— Rowan Evans

A poet surrounded by multiple shadowy versions of themselves representing gothic romance, humor, mythology, and battle poetry, all connected by glowing strands of ink. — *I don’t silence the voices in my head. I let them sharpen each other.*

Iron Sharpens Iron
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I sit by myself—
alone in body,
crowded in mind—
it’s a constant battle of wits,
moon-fed goth kid
versus the battle-poet
turning pens to WMDs.

The notebook—
just a test site,
where I drop bombs.
It’s constant—
the scream of the alarms.

I write so much
because my mind
fights too much—
a gothic romantic,
an absurdist comic—
opinions, opinions,
too many opinions—
constant contradictions.

Is this a joke?

Are the emotions sincere?

What the fuck— (Batman!)
is that reference doing here?

That’s just how my mind is sometimes—
I write a line and follow it, (Stalker.)
I don’t plan it—I just follow the thread,
guide the ship and land it.
But sometimes I get lost—
I’ll orbit the planet,
or drift in my dreams—
and they say to make the dreams work,
it takes team work—
well, I became my own team,
every version of me.

Gothic romantic, absurdist comic,
mythmaker, joke creator
and professional hater— (Jokes. Love ya!)
a battle-poet raised on battle rappers
and comedians—
how I learned to land a punchline,
can’t fight with my fists—
but can fight with my mind,
and I do it all the time—
with myself, I spar,
iron sharpens iron, after all.

Journey into the Hexverse

[Blindfolded & Still Winning]
A playful battle-poetry freestyle about shutting off the inner editor, letting instinct take over, and discovering that sometimes the pen writes best when you stop watching it.

[Literarily Speaking]
They think silence means weakness. They should probably have paid more attention to the pen. Literarily Speaking turns gothic imagery, raven feathers, rose-petal ink, and absurd fictional geography into a playful battle-poetry flex about dismantling your enemies with words instead of hate.

[The Playground]
What happens when mythology stops being something to hide behind and becomes architecture for the imagination? The Playground (Language, Metaphors and More) explores Rowan Evans’s relationship with language, symbolism, metaphor, humor, and twenty-three years of turning the page into a place where anything can happen.

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

Author’s Note

Every poet eventually builds a world around their words.

Sometimes it starts with a page, sometimes with a character, sometimes with a joke—and sometimes it grows into something much bigger than expected.

So, consider this an introduction.

Welcome to the Hexverse.

— Rowan Evans

A poet standing at the center of a surreal multiverse surrounded by glowing pages, ink, shadows, and magical imagery. — *Welcome to the Hexverse—where words become worlds, darkness becomes art, and the poet becomes the mythmaker.*

Welcome to the Hexverse
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Welcome to the Hexverse…

where the poet is mythmaker,
comedian and confessor,
part-time Pokémon professor—
cathedral keeper, secret weaver
with words that’ll turn worlds to believers—
multiverse shaper, multiform creator,
poet in heart, rapper in mind,
legend with pen, divine—

see the poet light up the dark,
they are the spark—the heart,
turning darkness into art—
translating rage from cage,
put it on the page in bars—
watch the poet bend the night,
shape the fight, ignite—
turning chaos into scripture,
pain into a living picture—

twist words to heal hurt,
metaphors make you think first—
the poet will pen a pail of water
to quench thirst—
but you can only lead the horse to it.

Journey into the Hexverse

[Louder Than the Rain]
A short confessional poem about the overwhelming noise of anxious thoughts, the strange silence of feeling alone in a crowded room, and finding a way to translate pain into words.

[Let Me Be Pacific]
A lyrical poem about sitting beside the Pacific Ocean and discovering that an enormous body of water can become a bridge between distant hearts. Through ocean imagery, wordplay, and reflections on California and the Philippines, Let Me Be Pacific explores how love and poetry can cross even the greatest distances.

[My Nightmare]
A poem about the nightmare of loving someone across distance, seeing the world from different perspectives, and holding onto the hope that the cracks can still be repaired—and that someday two separate shores might become one.

[Rose & Ruin]
Two minimalist poems exploring the opposing forces within creativity: the thoughts we cultivate into something beautiful and the darker thoughts we transform before they have a chance to decay.

[Conductor]
A dark, intimate poem about the strange power words can have over the reader—where rhythm, rhyme, and line breaks become instruments capable of reaching beyond the page.

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

Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Mythmaking

Iron Sharpens Iron | A Meta-Poem About Creative Conflict & the Many Voices Within by Rowan Evans

Welcome to the Hexverse — A Poem About Poetry, Mythmaking, and Turning Darkness Into Art | Rowan Evans