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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When the Mask Slips | Neo-Gothic Confessional Poetry by Rowan Evans
A haunting Neo-Gothic Confessional piece by Rowan Evans, When the Mask Slips examines the fragile boundary between performed sanity and inner chaos, using surreal imagery and intimate reflection to explore identity, fear, and self-perception.
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Sanctum of Sin | Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism by Rowan Evans
“Sanctum of Sin” explores sacred intimacy, devotion, and ritualistic love in Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism. A dark, passionate ode to connection beyond ownership, written by Rowan Evans.
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131 Days: A Journey Through Words, Fire, and Devotion
A reflection on 131 days of consistent writing, exploring love, desire, trauma, and healing. Each linked title represents a poem that shaped this journey, honoring the muse, the process, and the readers who witness it.
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A Conspiracy of Selves | Grimoires of the Luminous Heretic by Rowan Evans
Explore the fourfold chorus within, where laughter, panic, and sacred mischief converge. “A Conspiracy of Selves” traces the secret lives of voices living inside one body—an immersive Neo-Gothic exploration of identity and self.
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Since I Was Thirteen (Fluent in Survival) – Rowan Evans Poetry
A reflective poem about learning survival before learning to live, exploring the weight of dread, the heaviness of the body, and finding fluency in resilience.
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Shadows and Stars — A Neo-Gothic Love Poem About Imperfect Souls Orbiting Together
A darkly tender love poem about two imperfect souls who fit together in the shadows—not by saving or fixing one another, but by orbiting side-by-side in honesty, devotion, and celestial intimacy.
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Not Used to This – A Poem About Patience, Trauma, and Intimacy
“I’m not used to this. I’m used to doors closing… I’m not used to someone staying, leaning into the spaces I’ve long left empty.” A poem exploring mirrored traumas, patience, and the quiet intimacy of being truly seen.
Poetry by Rowan Evans 