Bubblegum

What if you put a thick bubblegum with thin texture into a pile of bubblegum with thick texture?

It is the thin among the thicks,

it is squeezed till the tip,

until it has nowhere to live.

It has tried to escape by jumping around,

making each bubblegum very round,

so that they can turn around and become thin.

Unfortunately, the thicks are harder to handle

that the thin thought

but it tried till its very best,

till its lost its thought.

The thin went to another placeto find its thought,

but sadly it couldn't last long.

The thin could fit in for a while,

but never till endless miles.

Because the thin has to go baack to the thicks,

and need to become part of it.

Now, in a place call home the thin gets left behind,

among the thicks there is nowhere to hide.

In a place call home,

everyone has a life of their own.

It cannot just fit in like this,

you need to find your own.

The thin keeps quiet,

as it finds a place call home,

because ther is no guide,

to its sanity mantainance.

The bubblegum can become dull,

and it no longer that round.

Signs

Deep in the dark woods,
there's someone who read signs,
but he doesn't know the meaning behind.

Out in the middle of nowhere,
there's someone who read signs,
and clearly know the meaning behind.

Signs,
telling you where to go,
stopping you it does also.

Wrong interpretion of signs,
can leave you far behind,
in a place that is carefully devised.

He who is far behind,
gets insulted by she ahead.
A retard! Is what she said.

Pity he who is still lost,
doesn't know that she is giving signs,
to catch up with the pace of time.

She is pissed,
as every signs he miss.
He is still far behihnd time,
and still don't knoe how to read signs.

Sinking

Leading me into nowhere,
I am sinking into your shadows,
watching every step you make,
and every move you do.

Deep inside,
I am sinking,
sinking into you.
I couldn't hold my heart in place anymore
as it keep going towards you.

Time goes by,
I couldn't focus in anything I do,
except for being with you,
which I always want to.

You started coming into my life,
and told me what the world could do.
and there it happen,
Your every word is becoming true.

孤独

看着他们俩心里有解释不了的孤独，
也不知这份感觉从那里来，
它又该往哪儿去。

It's Not TV. It's Min Jing

Been tagged. By Ah Hua.

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Put A Min Jing In Your Tank


2. What do you want other people to say about you?
Does You Does, or Does You Don't Take Min Jing


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The Real Smell of Min Jing


4. How would you answer a booty call?
Just One Min Jing - Give It To Me

5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?
Min Jing Prevents That Sinking Feeling

6. To someone you dislike?
Probably The Best Min Jing In The World

7. You’re in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?
The Min Jing For All Ages

8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say…
Tonight, Let It Be Min Jing

9. You’re failing a subject, you say…
I Think, Therefore Min Jing

10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?
Have a Break. Have a Min Jing

11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her…
The Min Jing Of A New Generation

12. Someone told you you’re an asshole, you tell them…
The Min Jing of Champions

13. What are the best words to describe you?
Crunch All You Want. We'll Make Min Jing

14. If you’re going to have a movie about your life, the title is…
Just What The Min Jing Ordered

15. Your last words before you die…
No Min Jing, No Comment

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How Many Licks Does it Take to Get to the Center of a Min Jing

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It's Not TV. It's Min Jing

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Its me again!

Love looks not with the eyes but the mind,
And therefore is winged cupid is painted blind.

Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell,
It fell upon a little Western flower...

So quick bright things come to confusion.

Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Truth

I am sorry,
I kept you waiting,
for the positive answer.
I just didn't dare to spill the truth.

I fear what could happen,
if we are together.
As I promised myself
to be lonely forever.

There is nothing that can change my mind,
for your heart is now mine.
It is just a matter of time,
to let you hold the heart of mine.

My mind is like a concrete wall,
but your love changes it all.
It slowly now has a door,
but I don't know what is that for.

Then, I start to realise,
I need to stop telling lies.
To reveal my true self,
and start being myself.

I don't know whether its too late,
Has your love for me starting to fade?
Let's just hope you can wait.

Tomorrow

Panic. nervous, filling up the air.
You've got nowhere to hide
and no where to run,
you've going to face it in the end.
Nightmares will begin tommorrow,
until when I don't know.

Its tomorrow!
I fear till I go sorrow.
Is there any minds I can borrow?
to face tomorrow.

Emotional

What does life can offer us?
Pain, rejection, love, happiness.
What are the feelings we have for?
To make us be different,
to make us better than before?

Lonely,
is my friend.
Sadness,
is my pal.
I used to what they make me feel,
until i am enjoying every moment for what they make me do.

Although it may not be good,
but that's what I always feel.

Feelings

Hate,
is what the heart can feel.
Hurt,
is what the heart can do.

Love,
is what the heart can feel.
Heal,
is what the heart can do.

Wounds and Bleeding

For what I have done,I am happy with it.
But people don't think what you think.
What I am doing is something what people does not appreciate
but I am happy to be doing it and be proud to be part of it.

Its not my fault, why do you blame it on me.
Am I too influencial? Until you fear me.
What do you need someone to be your eyes and ears?
To hear and see and never miss a word.

Do you envy me because I can do so much,
where you can only do a little part.
I am doing what I love,
do you have to stop me from being myself?

The eyes and ears you assign may be wrong to your sight,
for the imformation is wrong until endless height.
I never did those things that you have mentioned,
or you have said it simply because you are under tension.

Do you have to put the blame on me, whenever things go wrong?
I hope you understand that everthing is not under my control.
I am not a perfect figure as you know,
you talk and seem like you don't know.

My heart is hurt,
if you want it straight.
For you keep blaming it on me,
till the very end.

I hope you can understand every word we say,
and don't play the favour game.
It is obvious for those who can see,
and may spoil the repetition of thee.

Please appreciate for what we have done,
as we have put our hearts ands souls to it, until we left none.
We have enough of you coldness, please spare us,
as if this continues we may turn to dust.

Conceal.Reveal.

Once again its Phantom,
wearing the mask again.
What is under it?
Ask, don't you dare.
He is not ready to share.

Revealing only the white mask,
deep inside its different.
Black and white,
is not only wht he have for life.
But that's what we see, don't we?

There are red, blue, green, orange
deep inside.
But it is hidden
beneath the mask of black and white.

Revealing the colours,
he dare not to,
as he knows he will suffer
the consequences soon.

Life can offer choices,
if he reveals.
He chose not even though he knows that too.

The colours inside are struggling free,
with the black and white wall they shall not be.
It is difficult as both are strong.
Both are desprate to break free.

The battle went on for too long,
till the day he stops singing that song.
What shall he do now?
He don't know

Starring into thin air
is what he does
as he waits for an idea to fly pass.
The hands on the clock are slowly moving.
He needs something to keeps his life going.

He is lost now in the battle,
standing between the mask and himself.
Struggling between colours, light and darkness.

It is a game.

The character in the game, controlled by the player.
He can choose to be disobedient, but he did not.
Being pushed around in the game.
He has feelings thought, being sad and lonely inside.
But what could he do?
He is only a character in the game,
with many that stands above him.
Which makes him,
unimportant, small, tiny.
The player may have symphaty for the others,
but not for him.
He is happy inside
when the player wins.

Untitled

Huge bunch of toys
Except for one
At the corner
Rolling,
To an unkown place.

Randomness of me

Music, is what i want for life. In fact, it is not only me but almost everybody that realises the strenght of notes and the way it touches one inner self. Let your heart beat to the tempo of the music, make yourself sink into the mood it can offer. Whatever the way is, Music is powerful!

Music,
magic that has been casted on earth,
influencing minds no matter young or old.
With power so great beyond everybody's dreams.
Following the pace of time, its face has changed,
But it shall not be forgotten,once and for all.

"If music be the food of love, play on"
will' shakespeare