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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Every Word I Mean — A Vulnerable Confessional Poem by Rowan Evans
A raw, vulnerable confessional poem about speaking truth without metaphor. Every line is something real I’ve said—words meant fully, openly, and without disguise.
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Over and Over — A Poem About Loving Someone Against the Odds | Rowan Evans
A vulnerable, deeply honest poem about choosing someone again and again—despite distance, fear, and the chaos between two very different worlds. Over and Over captures that wild gravity between two people who weren’t meant to collide… yet did.
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Carved From Intention — A Poem About Deliberate Love and Misunderstood Affection
A poem about the quiet, deliberate way I love — and the frustration of being misunderstood. Not all affection is loud or scattered; some of us give ourselves slowly, carefully, and only with intention.
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Ghost in My Body – Poem by Rowan Evans | Survival, Mental Health & Emotional Struggle
A powerful confessional poem by Rowan Evans exploring emotional exhaustion, the struggle to survive, and the quiet resilience of living in a heavy body. “Ghost in My Body” is a testament to survival and the small, stubborn acts of rising each day.
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Devil-Woman – A Neo-Gothic Confessional Poem by Rowan Evans
A dark devotional poem about longing, surrender, and the magnetic pull of a woman who feels half-chaos, half-salvation. Devil-Woman explores shadow-worship, sharpened truth, and the sacred violence of being deeply seen. A blend of gothic yearning, confessional intimacy, and holy/unholy reverence.
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I Survive (I’m Alive) – A Poem About Depression, Survival, and Choosing to Stay
A raw, confessional poem about living with depression, surviving internal wars, and choosing to stay—even when the mind tries to pull you under. A reflection on pain, defiance, and the quiet triumph of still being here.
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When Survival Gets Quiet – A Poem About Healing, Pain, and Being Seen
A raw reflection on how people often praise your pain more than your healing — and how survival becomes its own quiet kind of strength.
Poetry by Rowan Evans 