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Emmitt Owens

Ditties, Lines & Quotes

  • Low-Rent Majestic

    Low-Rent MajesticA Multisyllabic, Whimsy, Stream of Consciousness RhymeBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #01022026) [Hook]I don’t need approval, I need better decisions My conscience got evicted for unpaid supervision I wake up like “damn, still me?”—that’s persistence Every bad idea got my full cooperation  No halo, no villain arc, just friction Too weird for the normies, too broken for tradition If this goes… Read more

  • Parenting 101

    Parenting 101A Stream of Conscience, Comedic, Multisyllable RhymeBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #01012026) IntroAlright—hold up…Sound check crackling like my last relationship.Fair warning upfront: This gets weird if you’re sober or expecting common sense. Verse 1I’m infectious with sentences, diction got pestilence,If you clap back, pack proof and some penicillin in.I overcook metaphors, choke jokes twice,Trip over punchlines,… Read more

  • The Bug, I Didn’t Remove

    The Bug I Didn’t RemoveA Whimsy-Whirly, Topsy-Turvy, Tale of Delightful NonsenseBy: Emmitt Owens In two-thousand-seventeen, so the story goes,Everyone was keeping score with their…fingers and toes! Of a game nobody wanted, a game with no rules—I said, “I won’t play!” and they thought “he’s a fool”. Ten years before that (or was it eleven?)I found… Read more

  • A Poem Disguised as a Rant Disguised as an Essay Disguised as a Tuesday.

    Tuesday feels like everyone’s got a checklistof thingsthat shouldn’t bother thembut doHoward wrote three posts this weekabout baseball caps facing backwardThree separate postsSame capSame complaint.Same energy of a man who says“I just keep scrolling”while absolutely…not keeping scrollingInstead…He stopsHe has to post about itHe has to post about howthe plastic strap bothers himThat little adjustable piecestretched… Read more

  • Tuesday in My Brain

    Tuesday in My BrainFor My Grandchildren: Silas, Elijah & Theo(Index # 09112025) In the town of the teapots I painted a shoe,With pickles for buttons and some glittery glue.I danced with a doorknob, I sang to a chair,I juggled three penguins while brushing my hair.Pull the moon backward and tie it with shoestrings,With a bubblegum… Read more

  • You Can’t Touch My Fire

    Fractured, pieces lie aroundWhen your heart is broken down and scarredIn a moment, I turn coldThe guilt gets passed along from yard to yard Bare branches pierce the grayVisions of loss and frozen painBut when storms rage harder, I grow strongerYou can steal my things, but not my flameBut when storms rage harder, I grow… Read more

  • The Art of You

    …begin with static—that hum between radio stationswhere your soul lives      you are verb.action.becominga living algorithm of choice/mistake/choice againcoded in the language of maybe    (parentheses hold your secrets)[brackets frame your fears]{curly braces embrace your contradictions}         DNA → RNA → protein → YOUthe biological poetryof existence refusing                    to                        rhyme scattered like:  bread crumbs   coffee stains      love… Read more

  • In the Abyss

    In the Abyss, Ghosts are knocking, I’m just walking through that door.In the Abyss, Hearts keep beating underneath my creaking floor.In the Abyss, shadows are dancing, their whispers echo through my core.In the Abyss, silence beckons, as I surrender forevermore. Read more

  • Beyond Either/Or

    True freedom requires absolute responsibility, with stunning clarity.One cannot be both selfless and authentic, acting with sincerity. Happiness is simply a choice anyone can make, pursued with regularity.All suffering is ultimately self-created, viewed with peculiarity.There is no true altruism, only disguised self-interest, lacking solidarity.There is no such thing as a proud victim’s lamentation.Forgiveness always benefits… Read more

  • Unapologetic Radiance

    I show excitement, automatically labeled “too much.”  I express my opinions honestly, labeled “difficult.”  I get passionate about my interests, labeled “obsessive.”Yet those who are meant to stay will see beyond these labels.  They’ll recognize my silence as thoughtful reflection,  my fidgeting as the physical language of my nerves,  my intensity as the pure expression… Read more