I write words down on paper to kill them, or so that someone else would be brave enough to save them. You can say I'm a words killer - and sometimes a poet.

1. After seeing people like you, I'm pretty damn sure you won't feel sympathy in your heart over my death for this country.
2. Stop the whys and ask the hows, please.
3. It's a bit ironic to say that the best things I write are always when I don't write.
4. You might have learned your lesson, but you're acting upon it the wrong way, which pushes you back to point zero.
5. Insanity is bulletproof, too.
6. Let's be honest here, we'll never agree to disagree.
7. When governments disagree, only people pay the price.
8. To me, you walk anticlockwise.
9. I judge you by the book you're reading
10. Being a writer sometimes makes you wonder if you're a prisoner of words or words are a prisoner of you.
11. Sometimes things that don't make sense in this life are the only things that make sense
12. you've gotta run out of your "if only's" one day.
13. The more people you know, the more faces you will have to deal with in your own persona.
14. I don't know how you do it, but you do. You inspire so beautifully that it's so devastating.
15. The worst part about growing up is not when you don't understand people's behaviors, but when you don't understand your own.
16. Do not expect more, expect less. Or better, expect nothing. At all.

Those are some thoughts written on twitter, I thought I'd save them just for a memory :)

It's raining stupidity

Oh, I envy the ignorant.

Their bliss.

1- Questions that will free you might have answers that will imprison you again.

2- Not everyone talks in words.

3- Black is not always a color.

4- Sometimes you write a thousand words to explain one meaning that everyone else failed to explain, too.

5- Dance with your shadow; it's the only way you'd make peace with your true self.

6- You'll get angry with the wrong people, you must someday.

7- Your brain is a double-edged weapon.

8- Have you ever given something without truly, truly, wanting something back?

9- The only way to risk being you is to risk not being you.

10-Sometimes it's best to shut up.

Before you finish your statement

I was already choking in mine because

you couldn't let me say the truth.

And I stumbled as you thrive

in defeat

Sooner, you'll be like the wind that blows with a famous aftermath. Your shouts will be heard from a distance yet not when you're shoulder-to-shoulder with humanity. Sooner, your words will be devoid of breaths. And you'll forget, you'll forget that oneday they saved you. Because the next day, they killed you.

Sooner, you'll raise your head up high and find infinite nothingness above you, and then you'll remember that you used a whole constellation to make wishes that never attained to beating. You'll wish you had freed those dreams for someone to at least grant them half a life. You'll want to grasp them dead while their echo would still be pulsating. You'll just wish you'd done something. Anything.

Your ideas will melt beneath the impulsiveness of sentences and the rigidness of indifference. And you'll be sleeping on pillows of simple-mindedness, suffocated by blankets of clichés. You'll pretend, but pain will always manifest itself on your empty shoulders, heavily.

Hear me. Words will prove themselves dominent over you, when once you had them and the power of silence. And you'll weep words, bleed silence, but you'll never learn until you unlearn and teach yourself the right direction of your wind.

Jan.18th. 2012. 12:11 AM

Pablo Neruda

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,

without your going, that cuts noon light

like a blue flower, without your passing

later through fog and stones,

without the torch you lift in your hand

that others may not see as golden,

that perhaps no one believed blossomed

the glowing origin of the rose,

without, in the end, your being, your coming

suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,

blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:

and it follows that I am, because you are:

it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:

and, because of love, you will, I will,

We will, come to be.

**Regardless of how romantic this poem is, I still find it brilliant!