ME: Helpless guardian

I set my wings on fire

every time I see you cry,

for I can’t make alone

the rivers in your eyes run dry,

and every time you brake

I watch and die myself inside.

World’s too cruel for you and I -

I can’t take you out and hide

your blues away from evil eyes

that seek your pain, my dear child…

ME: Turn off the light of innocence...

Turn off the light of innocence

switch off the ray of God

swallow up you pride

and leave your soul to rot!

ME: Friday realization

In our happiness we realize our sadness...

ME: I hate to think of you

I hate to think of you

and yet - I sometimes do!

And when you're in my thoughts

I walk the empty endless roads - 

to find you there once more

to prove myself I don't miss you anymore!

ME: Bulgarian haiku in English

I've found a clover

but it has no leaves - 

a horse had run it over

a cow had chew its life

ME: A story of a ghost

What do I do

to make the demons

in my head run away?

You don’t know

what they’ve done

to me, to you, to us.

They live inside me

and cut me open

Every night, inside out.

I tried to stand up

to the past,

to save my soul at last.

But I can’t keep

holding on

completely on my own.

If you ever find me

cold and lost,

forsaken, long gone,

spare a bite

to feed my ghost

and save me from returning –

haunted, haunting others lost.

ME: Pages

And the pages are dry

and are empty –

I have no tear left

to cry on,

I have no words backed up

to fill them,

I have no soul alive

to be sad.

There’s no sound left

to cry out with,

there’s no voice in

to sing away the blues,

there’s no heart in

to be broken.

There are only dreams,

which I left behind.

ME: Your pain

Your pain is endearing

especially when I caused it…

Your tears are so touching

they bring joy to my heart!

Your cries are so loud

I can hear them wherever I want.

Your words are so empty

they make me want to hurt you more!

I’d die to touch you –

to wipe out your smile.

I’d give all to hold you –

rack your spine with my arms!

ME: I had a house before

I had a house before

with dim windows

with a small door at the back.

I had a house before

with crimson bricks

and broken lock.

I had a house before

looking out to a cemetery

backed up by the forest.

I had a house before

now I have a grave

that hasn’t have a stone.

ME: Pass me by

Locked myself at home

scared I might walk the street

and accidentally meet you.

Spent the night out

wandered at the park, hoping

just to cross path with you.

Closed the curtains

dreading I might look outside

and see you.

Searched the town

ran through it up and down

just to bump into you…

I met you

and I didn’t said goodbye.

You met me

and I beg you - pass me by.

ME: Ако знаех...

Ако знаех, че така ще те обикна

щях ли да избягам през глава?!

Ако знаех, че така ще ме обсебиш

щях ли да оставя ръката си във твоята ръка?!

Ако знаеш, че така ще те мечтая

щях ли да оставя мисълта да полети?!

Ако зная, че ще си мой до края,

пак ще се влюбя и пак, и пак, и пак

                                               твойто име ще шептя!

ME: Вечно моят мечтател бъди!

"Колко си смешен мечтател, мой миличък!"
от Мечтател - Радой Ралин

Бъди моя мечтател,

не заспивай до мен като него!

Говори ми за далечни пътеки

за безбройни звезди говори!

Ела пеш,

не идвай като принц – с белия кон!

Преведи ме през всичките локви,

хвани ми ръката и по пътя води!

Бъди истински, бурен и дори понякога тъжен!

Бъди мой, дори когато привидно не си ми нужен –

тебе искам, не искам света!

Избърши сълзите от бузите бледи,

събуди ме, когато неспокоен ми е съня…

Не искам мъже с прекършени криле,

не искам да се въргаляме заедно в калта,

искам двама да се носим сред облаци цветни,

пък нека от пръстта да не вдигнем крака!

Бъди ти, бъди смел,

вечно моят мечтател бъди!

ME: The 1000th poem

This is the 1000th poem in this blog, so I wanted to pick something special. And then decided to write the 1000th one, for something special. As I'm leaving Finland for now, what's more special than the place I love so much! Thank you, you wonderful place, for the past two years! It did feel like home here and I'm sure I'll be back sooner or later, and I know I'm gonna miss you much!

I’ll learn to read the stars if I have to

to find my way back here!

I’ll make new map of the world if I have to

to draw you near to where I am!

I’ll run around the globe - all over -

to find the way back to your land!

Thousand winters and summers I’ll live through

to see your shores again!

I’ll walk, and swim, and fly

to come back to where once I felt home.

So don’t forget me and stay up waiting

for I’ll be back here once again!

ME: Pulling the heaven down

Do you hear the sound

of me pulling the heaven down?

Do you see the clouds

coming closer?

It’s the only way to

be among the angles

if I don’t have you!

If you run away from me,

all the clouds above

will come crashing down

upon what’s left of me -

trying to find heaven

without you!

ME: A show

Tie me to a tree

and cut me,

call the wolves

and watch them feast!

For what is worth

it’ll be grotesque

and I know quite well

you’d like the show!

ME: I'm here

More in my face

than is my taste,

but I cannot run,

can’t lead my own way.

I can’t rewrite the play,

cannot delete the act,

can only drown

in the desert of your eyes,

wither in the tears

and choke in sobs.

I was quick to love

and to hate was even quicker.

Did not forgive

let to forget,

did not beg,

did not apologize.

Sang all the songs I knew

in a night.

Said all the words I wanted

in a day.

Killed all the dreams I had

at once…

A place in heaven

I won’t find…

A place in hell

I don’t deserve…

So I’ll wait around,

don’t look for me,

for my faith to be served.

ME: The song after I die

Even my pain will die

one day, when I’m gone too…

Even my tears will dry

one day, when there’s no more of you…

Even my sobbing will cease

one day, when my throat’s forever mute…

But my lines will remain,

if you don’t burn them with me –

they will rankle in your eyes

and your heart they will char,

in your ears - like church bells they’ll toll -

for they will be someone else’s song when I die.

ME: Остани!

Вземи ми всичко!

Давам ти го – твое да е!

Вземи го, но само остани

до мене, когато слънцето залезе –

от тъмното ме е страх, от тишината.

Вземи каквото искаш, излъжи ме –

че ме обичаш, че ти трябвам,

но само стани до сутринта,

докато изстина и тогава чак тръгни си,

и не поглеждай назаде към нощта.

ME: Delirious

Just after midnight

and the dawn is here -

I name you Jesus,

yet I am the one to crucify!

In trust of no one, and in disbelieve

I sleepwalk on the moon.

On the dark side of the sun

is where I shine in blue.

My song in vacuum

is never to be true.

ME: One day...

"But one day the sun will shine on you

Turn all your tears to laughter

One day your dreams may all come true

One day the sun will shine on you"

Gary Moore

One day the sun might shine on me too,

I might be able to turn my tears to laughter.

One day my dreams may even come true,

one day the sun might shine for me too.

One day I might have you,

I might try and reach and reach you!

One day my love may be revived,

one day you may look for me too.

That day may never come,

and my dreams be never true,

but all that I can do

is hope you’d love me too.