Dear China

Dear China,

How are you?

It's been 11 years since we met —  

Oh, how much we've both changed since that jet-set

I've tried to escape my what-do-you-call-it heritage?

Oh, but Earth is such a stage

And I'm but a tiny player

Used to be a naysayer

Now, on a plane staring out the window

I see these ah yis & shushus pointing here,

"Look!" they seem to be saying — 

"Before this view disappears"

Oh, what a shame it would be

If I don't see

What could be

When the mind is free

*Written on 18/5/17 12:36pm. At Hong Kong airport, waiting to board the next flight to Taiwan. First poem of 2017 (!)

Thankful for the chance to get to spend 1/3 of the year in China, and being left pleasantly surprised (most of the time).
Haven't updated this space in forever... Been pretty busy, which I like. Will update with more visuals soon :')

Cry Baby

Taken in Glasgow. No, I actually didn't cry when reading these poems

On some days, 

I face the world like I'm unstoppable

On other days,

They think I'm comical

On some days,

I think I'm strong as fuck

On other days,

No such luck

-

But no she says

 All I really am is,

A cry baby 

-

Let me be 

*Inspired by me. It's good to know I'm still learning, growing, and life is definitely not boring. 

Dream

A life filled with art

Maybe I had a change of heart

But leave me in my sweatshirt

Put me in the dirt,

Let me dream with the stars

Far away in a planet like mars

*Inspired by R.I.P 2 My Youth by The Neighbourhood, can't wait to see them live in less than two months!!!

Snow

my favourite part(s) of this picture are: flowers, snow, and trees.

Look at all that snow

If you stare hard enough, it seems to glow

Falling ever so gently

Do you see it differently?

Oh, it's so so cold

Your hands would be nice to hold

But who cares, it's snow

Isn't it such a show?

*sorry about the hiatus, but guess what I'm in Birmingham now, experiencing snow for the first time.

It's really nice. And cold. 

2015

by ambivalentlyyours.tumblr.com

A new beginning around the corner awaits

Has it almost been a year?

I hesitate

Oh I can't bear it, my dear

Enjoy my pillow talk

Let it do its walk

*Wrote a little something 

right here.

Little chilli flake

Oh you my little chilli flake...

No sleep no water and you just might break

Unbearably hot you are

Leave guys salivating at your wake

An allure I could never resist

You're a fiery little creature

At times you might spit fire

But a taste I have learnt to acquire

Seemingly small and harmless you may seem

What's hidden is all within

Your heart so big like the flavour you create

Your words so warm like the sensation on my tongue..

You burn away my sorrows just by being around

Such an amazing condiment I could never live without

Oh you my little chilli flake

(lava u) 

*Written by Jonah, my boyfriend. 

Inspired after he called me 'my little chilli flake', so I somewhat challenged him to write a poem. (I had to!)

 He has his indelible, unique way of stringing words together, and they say, don't fall for words but I do, I fall for his every time. 

love this picture of him. blue is the warmest colour. 

Touch

I'm really, really, drawn to this picture for some reason.

Your touch so tender

Reigniting the spark with your fingers

Caressing my face like no other
Ah, it felt so surreal

The look on your face seemingly said: Ask away
You stole my ability to reply
All I know is –
I had a million questions
Pushing through discretion

*Inspired by Geoffroy de Bosimenu's pictures. And of course J, for giving me memories of that night, merci monsieur. 

Kanye

Illustrated by Laura Lannes

"I've been conflicted, bro!

I just wanted people to like me more" 

Whatever it is, Yeezus

Find your Jesus, Heus!

Die for the art you believe in

Live your purpose, hold it dear - it's a win 

Why bother turning it into a woe

FUCK IT BRO

*Inspired by Kanye West's speech at the VMAs. Damn I remember listening to Power for days when I was younger and at the gym. You go bro

The Bedroom

The sunlight peeks through

It appears we have no clue

Till we awake from slumber

While our bodies blindly lumper

These familiar sheets smell of us

Wrapped up like burritos

Furrowed in each other's arms

Oh, just one of those morning norms

*Inspired by mornings with J, and Inside Out (aahhh sadness is so cute) that made me feel like penning down stuff.

Young

What makes someone young?

Perhaps its having no need to belong

Could it be curious eyes

With no intention for lies

Or maybe it's contagious laughter

So highly sought after

A light that never goes out

While love is learning to sprout

Brave, reckless movements

On unknown pavements

What does it mean to be young?

A question left on my tongue

*Inspired by numerous songs & books about "young" that got me thinking. Also yesterday was my first time watching a film outdoors (namely while you're young) and it was a splendid experience! 

Special thanks to "in the aeroplane over the sea" by Neutral Milk Hotel.  
Edit: At the Imagine Dragons concert last night (25/5), Dan sang his rendition of "Forever Young",
it was our favourite.

Truth

Nobody said it was easy

But no, nobody knows the reality

We built these walls with our lies

As they spin, get spun, they become our ally

You ask, "Who's the bad guy?"

Your reflection starts to cry

You say, "This is my life"

So don't say you're a friend

When you think it's just a trend

Your lack of respect shines through

Oh baby-boo

Unclip my wings,

Feel the joy that stings,

For the truth will set us free

*Inspired by a few quotes I came across while doing my leadership essay on authenticity (ha!):

“Anyone who doesn’t take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.” – Albert Einstein

"In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell

"Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty." - Stephen King

Thoughts

There are the days

Where words are insufficient to say

About the thoughts that continue to lay

In the deepest, shallowest depths

Of the oceans that bring about waves

Of the thoughts,

Oh they crash and burn

They toss and turn

They linger,

with a hunger

No amount of medicine can cure

What brought about the allure,

No one can be absolutely sure

She asks, "Am I sick?"

To which no one can be absolutely sure


*Inspired by "Dream of a common language", a valentines gift from J. And "medicine", by Daughter.