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Emmitt Owens

Extended D.P.

  • A Push, Pull Kind of Love

    The text explores a unique kind of love characterized by a push-pull dynamic, where individuals desire closeness yet fear vulnerability. This love is neither cruel nor playful, but rather reflects an internal struggle for space and connection. It highlights the challenges faced by both lovers and the loneliness that can arise from this complexity. Read more

  • I’d… Backup Plan: Full Mission

    I’d… Backup Plan: Full MissionBackup Plans — The Real KindBy: Emmitt Owens(Index: #02232026)      Let’s talk about backup plans, because a lot of asshats out there have their whole system thought out. “I’ll keep him/her around if this doesn’t work out.” That’s asshat ideology. It’s selfish, it’s cowardly, and it guarantees you’ll never fully show… Read more

  • The Fuzzy Headed X’s

    The Fuzzy-Headed X’sBy: Emmitt Owens[A Whimsy Poem Inspired by my own ADHD](Index #12022025) In the Land-of-Wait-What-Was-I-Doing-Again,Lived a Fuzzy-Head X (they’ve forgotten since when).Each morning they wake with their goals burning bright:“Today I’ll stay focused! I’ll get it all right!” They’ll start buttering toast—but the toaster looks dusty—so, they search for a cloth—but the cloth is… Read more

  • Chill n’Fill: The Space Between Wanting and Taking

    Chill n’FillEpisode: The Space Between Wanting and TakingWritten by: Emmitt Owens(Index #01152026) Authors Preliminary Notes: This episode is emotionally dense. This episode is a keystone—it defines what “healthy” looks like in this universe. Future episodes will bounce off it.    The thing about midnight is that it doesn’t lie. Whatever you bring through those doors… Read more

  • The Trilogy Ending Essay: Craft and Consequence: The Ethics of Writing What You’re Not

    “On Craft and Consequence: The Ethics of Writing What You’re Not”An Essay on the Trilogy: Red Flags, Red Lights / SEEN / ExhaleBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #01042026) I. Why These Three Pieces Exist Together I didn’t set out to write a trilogy. I set out to process a moment of confusion—a miscommunication so minor it barely… Read more

  • The Trilogy Part III: Exhale

    “Exhale”Part III of a three-part fictional character study examining miscommunication, intrusive thought, and self-reflection.The Truth Behind The InkBy: Emmitt Owens (Index #01042026) [Verse 1]You know, I didn’t write “SEEN” ’cause I lived it—that ain’t me,I wrote it ’cause I witnessed what unchecked pain can be,Dudes who turn rejection into Reddit threads and spite,So I sketched that… Read more

  • The Trilogy Part II: Seen

    The Trilogy Part II: “SEEN”Part II of a three-part fictional character study examining miscommunication, intrusive thought, and self-reflection.A Multisyllabic, Whimsy, Stream of Consciousness Rhyme. (A character study of emotional immaturity)By: Emmitt Owens(Index #01042026) [Verse 1]Texted this bitch Tuesday, she ain’t answer ’til Friday night“Sorry, been so busy”—nah, you just ain’t think I’m rightFor your stuck-up… Read more

  • Me vs. Me: The Scroll

    Me vs. Me: The ScrollBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #01052026)    The blue glow painted my face as I scrolled through another profile. Single. The word sat there like an invitation I couldn’t accept, couldn’t ignore, couldn’t do anything with except stare at it until my eyes burned.     My thumb hovered over the message button, frozen in… Read more

  • The Trilogy Part I: Red Flags, Red Lights

    Red Flags, Red LightsPart I of a three-part fictional character study examining miscommunication, intrusive thought, and self-reflection.A Multisyllabic, Whimsy, Stream of Consciousness RhymeBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #01042026) [Verse 1]I said “maybe lunch” like a shrug with a smileShe heard “future plans,” heard “pressure,” heard “trial”I got more free time than a retired clockEven my hustle hit… Read more

  • B-12: A Love Vitamin

    B-12: A Love NumberBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #12312025)    Look, I’m fifty-four, and I’ll tell you right now: the house didn’t echo when my youngest daughter drove off to college. It just got quiet. The kind of quiet you’ve been waiting thirty-four years for, even if you didn’t know it. The last of the kids to… Read more