<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423398" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Living the words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i pluck out all those gigantic <br>words in a dictionary with the wish <br>to write a high brow poem </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it turns out a fruit i do not even know how to call<br>neither sweet, nor sour, nor a pearly shape<br>nor anything that you can find in this world<br>the final poem glaring at me like a stranger <br>one bumps into in a foreign town </div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the words beg me for the reason <br>to grace my poem, they say they<br>are not even my friend for i know them not <br>that they have never interacted with me<br>and i have never caroused with them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they dont mind, they say, standing in <br>for the verses as new friends do for formality<br>but frankly tell me we are not yet in such spirit or<br>company as to perform a dynamic act </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i reread the poem to find indeed they are mere words<br>friends that got thrown together without knowing<br>what to expect from each other </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they bow out and the whole poem just got lost<br>in the wilderness of my mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i seek those friends out anyway, to share a part of their life<br>so that i can if needed be, belt out a proper song with them<br>to impress the world, to throw the audience out of their seats</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423398" data-title="Living the words de John Tiong Chunghoo" data-description="i pluck out all those gigantic words in a dictionary with the wish to write a high brow poem it turns out a fruit i do not even know how to call neither sweet, nor sour, nor a pearly shape nor anything that you can find in this world the final..."></div> </div> </div>

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