The Library of Ashes
Here, every poem is a smoldering page — whispered confessions, soft ruins, and sacred rage. Wander newest to oldest.
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For a Moment, I Was Home
I was staying with the guy who offered me a place—a warm, open home in the Philippines. The morning was slow, soft. We just talked and laughed, getting to know each other better as the sun filtered through the window. I felt… weightless. For the first time in so long, my body didn’t ache. I
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The Hollowed Frame
My knees don’t bend anymore—they buckle.Like ruins left too long in the rain,stone tired of pretending to be strong.They scream when I stand,and I still fucking stand. My fingers feel like they’re snappingunder the weight of nothing.Every joint—cracked glass,splinters in slow motion.Even silence hurts. I drag this body like a broken casket.Like I’m already deadand
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The Weight of Wonder
I’m terrified—not the kind of fear that fades, but the kind that lives in my bones, whispering at every quiet moment, reminding me that I might break the one I finally hold close. Because I know what it’s like to be broken, to feel like a cracked mirror— and sometimes, I catch myself reflecting that
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Infinity Within (+ “Roll Credits” and “Post-Credit Scene)
They say, “You’re not depressed, that’s not what I see.” But that’s my secret, Cap— I am the snap between sanity and silence, Dust in the wind, Fading while pretending to remain whole. You see a Stark exterior— But my mind’s a multiverse of madness, Where grief loops like Loki’s lies, Where hope wears a
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Therapy in Arkham
A little bit Batman, a little bit Joker— guess you can call me the Bat Who Laughs, stitched from trauma and rebellion, where cape meets chaos, and pain becomes performance. A hero, a villain… neither. I’m the flicker between the two, a soul held hostage by contrast— one half cloaked in justice, the other craving
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Table of Judgement: Volume III (B.D. Nightshade)
Content Warning:This poem contains explicit depictions of violence, abuse, and retribution. It touches on sensitive subjects such as grooming, sexual assault, complicity in the face of injustice, human trafficking, and war crimes. Readers should proceed with caution, as the themes explored in this work may be triggering for some. This poem is intended for mature
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Table of Judgement: Volume II (B.D. Nightshade)
Content WarningThis poem contains graphic depictions of violence, abuse, sexual assault, systemic injustice, revenge, and trauma. It explores themes of righteous vengeance, horror, and divine retribution through a dark, poetic lens. Reader discretion is strongly advised, especially for survivors of abuse or trauma. The blades have rusted since last we met.But rust only sharpens resolve.The
Poetry by Rowan Evans 