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*
Paintings

Remember the moments

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I did a Paint Nite event back in June and rediscovered my love of painting. For my birthday my bestie (in addition to writing my awesome bday haiku lol) gave me paint supplies. Been dabbling here and there, and painted this today. It’s already found a new home 🙂

remember the moments
“Remember the Moments” painting by May Ling B.
Photos

I think I fall in love…

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Shows me their Soul
I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much. ~Emery Allen; photo credit: May Ling B.
Poems

Chaos Within

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The chaos within bore through her,
hungry and delirious, insatiable.
Unable to tame the frenzy,
she thought it too cruel to silence.
She bathed herself in the sweet fire,
and realized she was home - 
ever wild, ever free, dancing in the flames.
Haiku Series

Guest post: Birthday Haiku!

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My super awesome best friend (who is NOT a fan of Haikus) decided to suck it up for my birthday and write me one! It’s not that bad, not that bad at alllllll. Love you Ria for the effort!!

You are a truly
Unique character indeed
In my life’s story

And thus ends her haiku career 🙂

Musings

SO Rude (part 1)

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I’m a New Yorker, born and raised. I LOVE my home town and am extremely proud of my roots. No matter how far I stray, I’ll always come home. I’ll always be a New Yorker. I currently live in Westchester and commute to work in lower Manhattan (because I simply couldn’t stay away).

Lately this daily commute and aimless wandering of the streets has opened my eyes to some ANNOYING behaviors. I seriously stop in my tracks to stare at people. But it’s not so much the annoying that bothers me… it’s the RUDE that grinds me. People act like they don’t have home training. (You know your mama would whoop that…)

So I put together a 3 or 4 part list (it just keeps growing) of SO rude behaviors. Seriously, #SOrude . I would like to point out though that my travels have proven these behaviors are NOT at all exclusive to New Yorkers – we get a bad wrap sometimes. Maybe it’s all the tourists? Keeping that in mind, this list goes in no particular order, just a random clutter of thoughts that go off on a tangent (much like my usual everyday rambling):

  1. Not tipping. You’re paying someone to do something you either don’t know how to do or are too lazy to do yourself. This is how they make a living, so set aside the extra cash or stay home. Waiters, cabbies, valet, salon staff, bartenders, etc. You don’t really need me to name them all.
  2. Upstreamers. Don’t act uncivilized and pretend you don’t see me hailing this taxi or this neat, uniform line that formed along the sidewalk. You just wait your turn, sir.
  3. Thank you notes. Did I attend your wedding? Buy that gorgeous baby of yours a birthday gift? Write you a recommendation? Introduce you to the love of your life? (that may or may not end in divorce, I make no guarantees on that one) Well! Please acknowledge me. It’s the polite thing to do. Even my 10 year old hand writes thank you notes…
  4. Umbrella thief! It’s raining you say? And you dread the awful water? Well I checked the weather this morning and planned accordingly. Your failure to think ahead should not lead me to a wet head.
  5. “How much do you pay?” Stop right there my good sir! You know damn well what it costs. If we’re not at a garage sale or flea market, don’t haggle me :/
  6. Being broke. Don’t misunderstand me here – after bills are paid I’m as broke as the next New Yorker, so I feel your pain. Damn it, I grew up in the Bronx, so trust me, I feel your pain. BUT don’t agree to dinner, drinks, a concert or vacation and then ask me to cover something. I can barely afford my vices without having to pay for yours too.
  7. Hello, good morning/afternoon/evening…
  8. Thank you…
  9. You’re Welcome…
  10. Bless you… Enough said…

Tune in next week 🙂

Poems

Broken Pieces

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You've taken residence in
       the corners of my mind
I push
       and push
               you away
But it lingers
       springing forward with aggression
And I finally lose constraint
I bathe myself in you
       until the reel has played through
I remember why
       I pushed you there
               and why I still try in vain
                      to rip you out
But you're the missing piece
       and I'm empty without you
I need you there
       even the broken parts
Because they still
                  make me whole