Poems

  • 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

  • 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 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

  • Mirror, Mirror

    Mirror, Mirror Don’t ever look at their workspace—   Shows you too much process or not enough mess,     Or worse, in every way, the wrong kind of chaos.  Every draft, every revision—    Every crumpled page, every saved_file—  Breath, tempo, conviction, the way they pause.    These are all the things you either desperately study,      Or pretend not… 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