All posts by May Ling B

Who is May Ling? Quirky poet, writer, blogger, *aspiring novelist*, wine in the rain enthusiast... Headphones, pen & paper = a happy gal. What you need to know: My daughter is my world ♥ I think the rain is sexy. Add a little wine to that. I talk too much... which is why I need to put pen to paper. I NEED to believe that love really exists. I'm in love with love. Music fills any empty space. The dance floor is my solace. I have a soft spot for the artistic soul. I'm stubborn, impatient and always late. Whether you believe it or not... I'm freakishly shy. (Which is why this blog in itself is so amazing) *RE-EXAMINE ALL THAT YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD - DISMISS THAT WHICH INSULTS YOUR SOUL*
Post Card Series

Post Card Series 1

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Have you ever just wanted to say something, but the words can’t or won’t come out? And then suddenly the moment has passed, and the words suddenly feel irrelevant. I think that’s why I write:

when the thoughts swirl too much in my head…
because I am afraid to say things out loud…
when there is no one to listen…
because I hope one day you’ll read my words…
I write because I know no other way.

This post is the first of a new series of post card poems. The written words never spoken or shared, but desperate to be heard. Enjoy!

Post card 1

 Your smell is gone
    From this empty room
Leaving my nights
                 colder
When did it all start to
       fade away?
Poems

Hazy

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These tiny deaths - 
                    they wake me nightly
When you're far from sight
     and never within arms reach
The fear is overpowering -
     I'm scared you'll forget about me
We are cosmic and rare
     albeit tortured and predestine
With my head resting against your nook
I feel my only moments of peace
But the countdown begins
     and the hazy returns
We won't be these people anymore
We'll always belong somewhere else,
     and never to each other
Musings

Clarity

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I had a moment of clarity – this incandescent realization that soothed me to my core. It was right around the time when the sun kissed the horizon and set everything on fire. Nothing felt impossible, the world opened wide and every fear was pulled away with the current. The daily chatter and small mindedness melted into the background and nothing else existed. Nothing and everything melded together actually, but it faded into this white noise, carried away by the wind. I want to live there forever. It’s not too much I think to just want to sit in the moonlight and watch it all slow down, especially when you know it’s evanescent. But it’s arresting and rare, so people want to tear it away. It’s imprinted on me though, deeply and securely. It was enough for now.

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