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Poetry by Rowan Evans

The Library of Ashes

The Library of Ashes

Here, every poem is a smoldering page — whispered confessions, soft ruins, and sacred rage. Wander newest to oldest.

  • The Soft Apocalypse of Loving You

    I was not prepared for you— not for the quiet cataclysm you carried in your smile, or the way your voice broke open a hidden cathedral in my chest. Loving you feels like the world ending slowly, beautifully— as if the stars decided to fall not in ruin, but in reverence. You are the prophecy…

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  • The Lesson Beneath the Veil

    Last night, sleep opened its velvet throat— and I fell into the hush between heartbeats, where the walls of the world breathe slow, and time forgets its name. He stood there. My father— not as ash in the urn, but as shadow sewn in dreamlight, his voice a paper lantern in the fog. He said…

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  • The Weight of Your Stars

    You are a cathedral of fractured glass—every pane kissed by catastrophe,every color a hymn forged in flame.I see the story etchedin the way you flinch at praise,the slight hitch in your breathwhen silence dares to stretch too long. You were made not by ease,but by impact—a mosaic of once-shattered grace.I do not look away.No, I…

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  • Of Ashes & Reverence: A Love Letter to the Broken, the Bold, and the Becoming

    Of Ashes & Reverence  A Dark Romance Novella    Lilith has mastered survival. Her world is built from ashes—walls forged in betrayal, silence, and scars that still whisper. To her, love has always meant vulnerability. And vulnerability has always meant pain.    Gabriel sees past the armor. He’s patient, steady, and everything she’s never dared…

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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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  • Don’t Need to Be First, I Just Want to Be The Last

    I didn’t arrive with fireworks.No trumpet of fate announced my coming.I stepped into your lifelike rain slipping through the cracks of an old roof—gentle, persistent, quiet. You didn’t see me at first,your eyes were too full of smokefrom the fires they set in your soul.But I saw you—the way moonlight sees a battlefield after war,not…

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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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