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Emmitt Owens

Poems

  • 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

  • Pleasure Without Depth is a Lie

    Pleasure without Depth is a LieEmmitt Owens(Index #09272025) The mind is a weather pattern… shallow breezes, deep currents, and the strange silence before lightning. Emotion doesn’t ask permission.It floods, it carves, it reshapes.Identity isn’t fixed… it’s sediment, washed and rewritten by every wave. To fear intensity is to fear color.To flatten experience is to bleach Read more

  • The Signal in the Static

    The Signal in the StaticBy: Emmitt Owens(Index #09122025) Oh, look what crawled through the ethernet cables today—your little transmission—blinking at me like a confused lighthouse that’s forgotten which way the shore is supposed to be. And here I am, cosmic radio operator extraordinaire, having to tune into your particular brand of “scrambled frequency” because apparently 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

  • Subject Change’s

    it’s tiring, isn’t it— trying to be enough in a world that keeps shifting the goalposts. they say: be driven, but don’t try too hard. be soft, but not too open. feel things, but don’t let it show. and i’m just here, trying to be honest without falling apart. trying to stay whole in a 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 Weight of Being

    In the glow of hospital lights,I counted the seconds between her breaths.My thumb kept tracing small circles on her palm,like if I memorize every line,every soft curve,it might keep her here just a little longer. 10 years.That’s how long we spent building a life together,hands steady, day by day. The coffee in my cup kept Read more

  • The Gentle Dystopia: The Tenth Chapter

    The Gentle Dystopia: The Memory of SkinThe Tenth ChapterWritten by: Emmitt Owens(Index #07022025) “Touch was recoded as non-essential. But I remember it triggering something deeper than breath—something closer to being.”—Extracted from Unregistered Memory Archive #147, Tactile Preservation Initiative The Chamber of No Touch   ARIA’s Pleasure Pod activated smoothly—the curved, sterile walls pulsing with soft bioluminescence Read more

  • The Gentle Dystopia

    The Gentle DystopiaBy: Emmitt Owens They won’t burn books this time.They’ll rewrite them politely—New editions with softer edges,pastel margins, and a smiling foreword. They won’t silence your voice with violence.They’ll just give you better optionsthat are easier to say yes to. They’ll offer you comfort instead of truth.Convenience instead of freedom.No friction. No fight. And Read more