Biography of Nicholas Nikolov
Born and bred in Toronto, Canada. I have been living here my whole life pretty much, except for one year when my family and I lived in Florida, USA. I was just a baby while there, and then we came back to Toronto after I turned a year old. I have Bulgarian roots, and a little bit of Greek from my mother's side of the family as well. I am sort of fluent in Bulgarian and my Greek language skills are pretty much non-existent, unfortunately. However, my skills in Macedonian match my fluency in Bulgarian; my Serbian skills is at an intermediate level I guess because although my speaking is not the greatest, I can however understand, read and write Serbian quite well. I did graduate from high school in 2006 and completed about a year and a half or two years of college. I was majoring in journalism, but figured it was not what I wanted to do with my life and just stopped going. Additionally, my grandfather, my mother's stepfather, passed away in November of 2008 from diabetes, and I was still going to school, I think. I was unable to focus on my studies as a resulting of his passing. Since 2008, I have been working various jobs and now, well actually, over the past year, I have been thinking of taking a English teaching course at a very well-known international language school this summer.
My hobbies include: reading history, discovering cultures, Bulgarian folklore dancing, listening to all genres of music from all over the world, learning simple vocabulary and basic sentences from any language, playing and watching sports: hockey, soccer (a.k.a. football, NFL, CFL, NBA, tennis, boxing, rugby and the Olympics; I also love to collect literature & poetry, soccer jerseys, online news articles, hockey cards, postcards and banknotes from foreign countries.
Nicholas Nikolov Poems
With immense power, you came into my heart - non-destructive - wonderfully brought no harm. Hurricane Nessy is a cyclone I will always fancy; she never-endingly will destroy all sadness and hurt,
An Angel On Earth
For a majority of my young life, I have never believed in the existence of neither angels, Heaven nor God. That was until, the sudden entrance
Valentine's Day Vaccine
Love and lust are the hearts fervent emotions, without end in sight; both our minds and souls twirling in an endless dance, which undying passion swirls.
From Dusk 'Till Dawn
The sunshine is softly bright; your smile brings the light to shine - a righteous sight. My heart thumps jubilantly - this won't go out of style. Your heavenly smile even illuminates the darkness
Circle Dance Love
Lined up hand-in-hand gently clasped - ecstatically anticipating the eventual commencement; recalling our ancestors from centuries past.
From the first "hello" to our first "goodbye" - truly fascinating; sublime conversations - joyful high. Tremendously amazing.
The Resting Place Of Hafez
Glistening sunshine beams genuinely emulating in companionship with the tranquil atmosphere, to which is blended fabulously with spiritual poetic romances of timeless Hafez,
A Real Fairytale
You, my sweetheart, evermore pristinely remain with the most dazzling sparkle in those pearly gates of yours that glow brightly; yet not from the shine
An Epic Love Story
Sharing our love is a grand tale of two youthful lovers, who seemed as if they could not fail; tremendously instant attractions encompassed the freshly blended lovebirds appeared as though enchanted
Disturbing The Peace
Executives of multi-billion dollar oil and/or wall street organizations, send a multitude to boil, in the hopes to defeat a propaganda-driven foe to foil; they have plenty more possible antagonists to tame,
Day Nor Night
I think about you day and night. When I am not with you, I am in a fright; my soul cries in lonesome might worsening my love-struck heart bringing to sight,
Love is one. No one cannot feel love, if love of the first is divorced; the life that her and I lived together
The time of day, has no significance; whether the rising sun blazing sky of red, the golden shine in midday, the blueberry skies of the daystar dimming;
The Breathe Of Isfahan
I have ventured, explored, visited and been
to sensational places, yet none compare to what I've seen
in a most definitive ancient mystic land,
where its greatness are legends imbedded in every grain of sand.
With spine-tingling amazement at the splendiferous
beauty indeed, with all eyes gazing at the marvellous
extravagance, eloquence and magnificence of Isfahan;
however, what is dear to my heart is the secret love of my swan.
This unheard-of, never-before-experienced romantic