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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She Who Burns
She said she was becoming a bitch again—voice sharp, wild with embers,and God, I wanted to kneel.Her rage wasn’t mine,but I caught every sparklike a sinner praying for hellfire,grateful just to be near the heat.She cursed his name with venom in her mouth—a name I could burn for her,and she laughed when I said it…
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Unapologetically Biased
You say I’m biased—as if I should be ashamedof loving loud,of choosing youwithout hesitation.But baby, I’m not neutral.I picked a side,planted my flag,and it’s got your name on it.I see you—not just the soft parts,but the sharp ones.Not just the smile,but the scowl that comes before it.And I want all of it.Every version of you.You…
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Body Like a Love Letter
Let me read your body like a love letter,Each curve a sentence, each sigh a soft whisper.I’ll taste the scent of your skin, a fragrance of devotion—A language written in breath, in touch, in silence.My lips press softly to your words,Tracing the edges of your story like a lover’s hand,Fingers gliding over your spine—Each curve…
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Japan’s Miracle: A Soul Touched by Hope
I remember, March 11th, 2011—When the earth trembled, the world cracked open,A tsunami roared, sweeping villages from the map.A baby, torn from her parents’ arms,Carried into the unknown, where survival seemed impossible.The chaos raged on, relentless,But when the dust settled and the waters receded,On the third day, amidst silent ruins—A cry pierced the stillness—And Japan…
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Eden’s Reckoning: The Godless Requiem (B.D. Nightshade)
I stand beneath the hollow sky,Where no god’s hand can reach,No whispers from the throne of power—A void where silence teaches.The gates of Eden are broken,Their hinges rusted by forgotten prayers.I’ve walked through realms of ash and fire,And I return, unbowed, to claim what’s mine.I’ve cast off the chains of your illusion,No longer bound by…
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Eden’s Reckoning
I tread through Eden’s shattered gate,Hunting God, seeking my revenge—For the agony she endures,A burden I cannot bear,But it’s not mine, it’s hers—Why must she suffer,What has she done to deserve this hell?If fate weaves its twisted threads,Then tell me, what the fuck is the purpose?Roses bleeding with blackened thorns,Strangle her throat, tighten and twist—In…
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Lacerations of Fury (B.D. Nightshade)
I want to carve him openlike a bleeding winter sky—veins of anger spilling dark ink across his chest,a map of rageetched in his flesh.Each breath he drawsa prayer for release.But he will not be forgiven.Not until I’ve stolen his soulin the slowest, sweetest fashion.The air tastes of ironas my hands tighten,wrapping around his throat—a noose…
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The Ink That Binds Us
[I. Rowan Evans]The WarningBeware the hush that comes before the scream—when my breath stills and silence thickens like fog.The sky doesn’t darken, no—it waits, open-eyed, like prey sensing the predator’s pulse.I feel him stirring beneath my skin,a venom in verse,black ink bleeding from my eyeslike mascara mourning the moon.He wraps around my bones in tendrils…
Poetry by Rowan Evans 