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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Unfiltered Confession
You asked me a simple question—What was your first impression?I searched for the words,tried to shape them carefully,to mold them into something precise.But it didn’t matter.The alcohol kissed my lips,melting away the barriers,and the truth slipped free,unfiltered, raw, unstoppable.I told you that I saw you—truly saw you.Not just the surface, but the ache beneath,the quiet…
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Celestial Oath
It’s strange, the way a spark ignites—from the simplest touch, the quietest word.You unraveled something inside me,turned my gaze inward, lifted my eyes skyward.Now, I crave the heights,I ache to stretch beyond gravity’s hold,to dance in the rare air of possibility,to exist—truly exist—within this fleeting moment.Before you, the future was a myth,a ghost flickering at…
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Silence So Loud
I sit alone, the weight of my thoughtspressing into the air like fog—what does this life hold for me?Nothing, and it’s the truest truth I’ve ever known.My words scatter, lost in the wind,falling on ears that never hear.Why bother asking for help?Why reach for something that isn’t there?I speak—my voice a fragile thread,breaking the silence…
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A Heart Unveiled
I need to say this—and the only way I know howis through poetry,so I’ll just write it,bare my chest of words,let them spill like ink. I care for you,as more than a friend—I thought I made that obvious,thought you could read it in the way I am,but maybe I need to speak it louder now.…
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Tightrope Reverie
There is a war raging in my mind—a battlefield split by a single strand.Two voices clash, one spitting venom,“Fuck love,” it sneers,while the other, trembling, begs,“Hold on to hope.” Which is the truth?Which is the lie?Which one will guard me,and which one will let me die? It’s a fine line — a tightrope —threaded over…
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The Repairer’s Last Breath
I’m done, fuck love—I’ve slammed that door,closed the gates on every hope I once heldlike soft promises in trembling hands.I’ve bent, I’ve broken,I’ve played the part of the fixer,only to find the cracks in meare too deep to mend. I was always the one to patch the gaps,solder the empty spaces with gold and silver,my…
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War for Your Smile
I would fight gods,tear through the cosmos with nothing but my bare hands—for the shape of your smile.For that light that curves your lipsand paints the world in hues of gold.I would wage warson the edges of eternity,each battle a sacrificeto see you beam,to feel the warmth of your joy like sun through my veins.…
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The Light You Still See
I am the heart of a dying star,spilling the last of my fire into the void.A ghost of brilliance, unraveling,yet you, a million light-years away,still see me burning. In your sky, I remain—a beacon,a shimmer untouched by time.You do not see the silence,the cinders where a sun once roared.You see only the light that lingers,never…
Poetry by Rowan Evans 