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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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…
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Table of Judgement: Vol. I (B.D. Nightshade)
Content Note:This poem contains vivid depictions of trauma, including sexual assault, child abuse, domestic violence, human trafficking, religious abuse, medical abuse, and graphic descriptions of vigilante justice. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please take care while reading. I stand before him, sharpening knives—Each blade sings a lullaby in steel,Echoing screams not yet spilled.He lays strapped…
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Shuddup, Feminist
Oh, you’re a feminist, huh?Shuddup, Feminist™—stop waiting for a gold starjust because you believe women deserve the same rights.You’re just the white-knight herowith a keyboard and a coffee shop membership.You post your virtuelike it’s an Instagram caption—#FeminismForEveryoneexcept when it’s inconvenient for your fragile ego.You say “I support women,”but have you ever given up spacein a…
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Shuddup, Nice Guy
Oh, you’re the “nice guy,” huh?Shuddup, Nice Guy™—your kindness isn’t a currencyand you sure as hell can’t cash inon empty compliments and unsolicited advice.You think opening the dooris the grand gesture?Buddy, if you’re looking for a medal,try doing something kindwithout expecting a reward.You say, “Women only like assholes.”Well, maybe it’s becauseyour idea of “nice” is…
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Shuddup, Poet
Oh look—another poem about paindisguised as transformation.Another phoenix metaphoras if setting yourself on firewas ever the same as healing.You bleed onto the pageand call it sacred.But let’s be real—half the time, you don’t even feel it.You just know how to make it rhyme.Shuddup, Poet.You’re not writing epiphanies.You’re writing escape routes.Every stanza is a soft excusefor…
Poetry by Rowan Evans 