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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Across the Distance
Baby, I’m yours —All you have to dois whisper my name,and I will follow the sound.Through the hum of silence,through trembling skies,I’ll find my way to you. The distance yawns wide —a canyon carved by circumstance,an ocean of unanswered hours.But I will become the bridge,stone by stone, word by word.I will learn to fly —even…
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Through the Shattered Glass (B.D. Nightshade)
I wake to a hollow silence.The air, stale and thick —A metallic whisper clings to my tongue. I sit up, slowly,The world tilts —Gravity drags me down. Hands trembling, smeared crimson.Not mine. Not mine?A wet sheen drying against my skin. I search the shadows.No answers, only echoes —A table overturned, its legs jutting like broken…
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The Shadows Will Be Mine (B.D. Nightshade)
Chains and razor blades —But not the kind that whispers thrill.No, this is a symphony of screams.A crimson orchestra,Conducted by trembling veinsAnd the bite of steel. I creep beneath the bleeding moon,The night drips dread in my wake.I am judge, jury —And your sentence is carved in bone. Do not beg.Your pleas are hollow prayers,Eclipsed…
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Beneath the Skin (B.D. Nightshade)
The words spill from your mouth,heavy as iron,crashing like thunder in the quiet of my soul—a suffocating weight,slamming into my chest,splitting the air with jagged edges.Each syllable is a bladecarving my breath into pieces,lungs strangled,frozen—no trace of oxygen,only the metallic taste of emptiness. Jealousy, thick as tar,coats my insides,a slow burn that curls in my…
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If I Could
If I could snap my fingers —fracture the stars and shift their light,tear threads from the fabric of fate,I’d rewrite the story to soften your ache. I’d twist time backward,coax the shadows to retreat.Return you to laughter unbroken,where the weight was a whisper, not a roar. I’d barter my brightest daysfor the spark in your…
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The Church of You (B.D. Nightshade)
You are my religion—The dogma that guides me,A goddess of flesh and fire.I carve devotion into my bones,Letting your name echo like prayer. Bring me before your altar.Lay me bare beneath your hands.No saints shall save me—Because I crave no salvation.Only the divine ruin of your touch. I am the sinner, the sacrifice,A trembling psalm…
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Oceans Between Us
I had a dream last night— my breath was a whisper, fading, a candle’s last flicker in the wind. Loved ones gathered, shadows in the glow, soft smiles laced with sorrow, hands brushing mine like falling leaves. And then—there was you. Your name stirred the air, and suddenly, time unraveled. Memories, real and unreal, spilled…
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Deeper Still
Love began like whispered air,a feather’s touch, a fleeting glance.A spark that lingered, bright and rare,a hesitant but longing dance. Then laughter wove its silver thread,soft-spoken words, a path we tread.Your voice became my favorite sound,the gravity that pulled me down. Each breath of yours became a hymn,a song that echoed in my chest.I followed,…
Poetry by Rowan Evans 