5 posts tagged with "poetry"

Emi is the kind of person who surprises you. Not because she changes, but because she finally lets you see what was always there. She's stepping into the light, joining communities she once only watched from afar, making a name for herself where she belongs.

She is quick-witted, impossibly funny, and—despite her best efforts—endearing when drunk. She once pulled me in like she had something deeply profound to say, something that would crack open the universe itself.

Instead, she whispered, "James… I fucking hate Muldrotha."

And honestly? That moment is Emi in a nutshell. A mix of warmth, mischief, and competitive fire.

She is still growing, still unfolding, still learning how to take up space. But make no mistake—Emi is already brilliant. Already strong. Already exactly who she's meant to be.

This is for her.

Greg is the kind of friend you don’t have to wonder about. He’s there—always, without question. Not loud, not demanding, but constant. The kind of steady presence that makes life feel just a little more grounded.

He won’t always say how much he cares, but he doesn’t need to. It’s in the small things—the way he checks in, the way he shows up, the way he keeps track of what matters to the people he loves.

His mind moves fast, hopping from one passion to the next, but there are a few things that never change. Louise, his best girl. Coffee, his quiet dream. And us, his friends, who know—without a doubt—just how lucky we are to have him.

This is for Greg.

In every life, there exists someone who brings light by simply being. This poem is for Anna, whose nurturing spirit, resilience, and warmth have made a house into a home. Like a flower that draws strength from the sun yet remains delicate in its beauty, she embodies both tenderness and remarkable strength.

The Engineer's Lament​

Introduction​

Every engineer begins their journey with passion and excitement. We dream of building, creating, solving puzzles that matter. The technical challenges energize us; the elegance of well-crafted solutions fulfills us.

But as years pass, something changes. The bureaucracy grows. Meetings multiply. Documentation outweighs development. And somewhere along the way, that spark—that pure joy of building—begins to dim beneath the weight of corporate machinery.

This poem captures that journey: from wide-eyed optimism to the weary reality that many of us face in the modern tech landscape.

A musical tale of mischief, adventure, and pet shenanigans

Introduction​

Before we begin this epic ballad, a quick introduction to our protagonists:

Stinker Bell (a.k.a. Stink Rat) - My clever, slightly murderous cat who dreams of outdoor adventures and bird hunting.

Meat Head (a.k.a. Duke, Lugnut, the Nasty) - My lovable, not-so-bright hound who has never met a smell he didn't want to roll in or a disgusting thing he wouldn't eat.

Now, grab a drink, imagine a tavern melody (specifically "Ragnar the Red" from Skyrim), and enjoy the ballad of my ridiculous pets.