This is the time of the year
when I must depart,
this is the calling of the magical sphere
this is the warm beat of my heart.
...
Im looking trough my window
seing two men kissing beneath a tree,
so I see a tree.
...
Beyond trees and forests
I start my journey.
Away from everything thats cold and sour.
Past valleys, mountains I reach the big white tower.
...
Lithium, a jade of sorrow,
crying sickness, winds of ash.
Happines I seem to borrow,
feathers fall down with a crash!
...
I will tell you guys a story,
no its not one of those -
filled with pride or glory.
...
Once uppon a time
Mother Nature and Father time
bewitched by a dropp of wine
commited they a terrible crime.
...
Im a 17 years old boy I was born in Bulgaria 28-th of september 1991 My hometown is Varna (located on black sea) Im currently a student in 11-th grade I study english as my second language So i can say i write poems for 2 reasons: 1. Improove my english skills 2. Express my inner feelings I dont think i have the talent of a writer, nor ever will i.... For everyone who like my poems i say Thanks!)
Bipolar
This is the time of the year
when I must depart,
this is the calling of the magical sphere
this is the warm beat of my heart.
This is a sickness,
this is a curse,
some call it weakness,
I call it worse.
This is the snow on the ground,
and the air in my blood,
this is a chain to which I'm bound,
draging me into the mud.
I can't escape this fate,
I shall know to understand,
This is a crystal gate,
leading to a mystical land
I shound not back from this way,
It represents a vivid controller,
its just a colorful ray,
I must get used to being Bipolar.