Love song

by Andrada Costoiu

Photo by Joetography

This train stops at no station,
Not yet, 
It climbs towards the evening,
Carrying feelings.

It smells like perfume and old leather chairs.
Silent, but crowded, 
All spread across the wagons,
This train holds life.

With me, there’re other lovers,
Not mine,
Some godlike youth, some older,
Seeming to smile,
And mingled with their features
There is the promise’s play.

Upward a gaze, my heart is warm,
I ask the sky of us,
And wonder, if you’re waiting.

There is no answer, but I know 
That you are climbing the tower of desire,
And from afar you’re watching
The train……
Zig zagging through the hills,
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack,
The love song that carries me to you. 

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New York, New York

By Andrada Costoiu

City of lights,
Half phantasy, half historical molding,
Is where the degree of liberation is measured
In the number of dreams.

Here it is not easy
Running out of thrills.
Whirlwinds deliver sensations,
Espouse bodies,
Make hearts sweat.

It’s Saturday morning,
Smiles turned into butterflies overnight,
Hearts rummage in enigmas,
Cause we are young.

New York, New York,
You turn the invisible into something beautiful,
A city that’s always hopeful,
Where the degree of liberation is measured
In the number of dreams.

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A present

by Andrada Costoiu

Photo: me, by the beach; Credit: W

By the beach,
Where accomplished stoics,
Come to give life meaning,
I stand to listen.

I hear through the waves,
That it is not indifference 
That oversees this world, 
As everything has feelings,
Even the smallest, juvenile rockfish.

Breaking, my thoughts
And my ideas fly into splinters,
Only my heart is open to the confession of the waves,
As only she knows what to do.

I let go of the past, 
And earn the power,
To become,
The maker of new love.

By the beach,
No longer bound by footsteps,
I stand to embrace you.

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My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going

by Andrada Costoiu

I smelled the flowers in my garden, their perfume filled my nostrils and my soul and gave me courage. They keep blossoming one year after another, why shouldn’t I?
I put on my long cream leather gloves and I finally grabbed it. It was sitting there, in a corner, for a long time, but I did not want to let it go. They were all packed in it, my broken dreams. The suitcase was big, and heavy. I put it down several times before I reached the door, but then I gathered my strength and loaded it in the trunk of my car.
It was a beautiful April day, almost summer, with a clear blue sky. My wheels kept rolling until I got to the ocean, to a familiar spot where I often come. I know the shore like the back of my hand, the tall cliffs, the places where it is safe to walk and where it is not.
I parked close to a cliff, one of the tallest spots. It is a 60 feet drop, maybe more. I opened the sunroof, wide and looked at the sky. No clouds. I wondered where I was wrong and where I was right, but these questions died quickly.
Taking a deep breath, I got out and opened the trunk. There they were, all packed in the suitcase, my broken dreams. I grabbed it and dragged it to the edge of the cliff. I almost tripped because my running shoes slipped over the grass, but after all the struggles I went through, this was the last one. 
I stood by the edge, with the suitcase next to me. The ocean was in reflux, and the sand underneath was dry. I took a deep breath, then another and with both hands I lifted the suitcase and threw it over the cliff. I did not look down, but I heard the loud bang. I waited, but there was no shockwave.
My mind rambled. Over the years I learned many valuable life lessons and all of them turned me into the woman that I am today. I think all of us, once upon a time, were weak little girls who thought that everyone else is as pure and as innocent as we are (or were). I think all of us have fought back harder even when our minds convinced us that we will not survive the storms that others have brought upon us, especially when we were in love.
I stood by the edge and in front of me was the ocean, endless, beautiful as in the day when it was created. It was midday and it smelled like summer fields mixed with salted water. I felt it. One beat, then another. It was my heart, beating straightforwardly, as genuine as it always did. It was not afraid to express its needs, its passions, its feelings. I smiled and knew that I would wear it on my sleeve, not afraid to find another lion heart that would want to conquer the world and be true. In this world where “soft” power might be seen as irrelevant, soft is the power. Soft means vulnerable, but it also means strong.
I did not look down. I turned around and walked back to my car thinking that I am an adventurer; I am not just another girl…. I am every girl.
I started the engine and smiled. It was the beginning. More dreams, more hopes, more love. Unafraid, I pushed forward, knowing that I can handle everything because…… when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
I am not just another girl…. I am every girl…..

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My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

Hope

by Andrada Costoiu


He walked doubting,
Alone,
Questioning rejection,
Like a lunatic crazed by his own heart.

What matters now,
That their last link was broken?

Exhausted he sits,
He rests.
Is he no longer believing?

In quietness he contemplates the procession of his own feelings.
Some were murdered by others,
Some still exist,
And new ones are born.
Between the seeds and the flowers,
His heart is not empty.

He is a man,
An adventurer,
More of a saint than a charlatan,
Who hopes to save their souls.

Broken hearts will mend with white flower,
A second innocence,
A second chance.

He picks it up and walks again,
To her….
For nothing is without hope when you believe.

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My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

Imperfect whole

by Andrada Costoiu

Hit by the armor piercing drops,
I’m still alive, and better. 
I promised when the thunder rumbled,
That I will let the rain wash them away.

The fears sunken in darkness,
Gave way to light and to bands of color,
And then I saw the rainbow.

I thought I’m ready now to start only worshiping the sun,
But colors had melancholies awaken.

It’s like a circle….

Springs of my childhood, joy,
Loves of the past, both joy and sorrow,
The gates, the walls, the doors I’ve built,
They all belong to me.

I am not perfect, but then who is?
The one who says that has no fear?
The one who says that only loves and never hates?
The one who knows and never learns?

I can’t control my feelings, 
But in my smallness, I can approach my center.
I find it full of holes,
Where dreams, and fears and loves have fallen like the autumn leaves.

I am not perfect,
I fear, I love and hate, I do not know….

I am not perfect,
But every day I learn,
To patch with hopes, and dreams the holes left at my center,
By fallen autumn leaves.

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My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

From afar

by Andrada Costoiu

On a hill covered with yellow flowers
One more dandelion has lost its fluff in the wind
Over my wishful thinking.  
It smells like grass and newness,
As spring is blowing its wind of perfection over this side of the world.

Oceans, seas, hills and mountains between us,
I still hear your heartbeat,
What would I do without it?
It may have been easier for Socrates and Aristotle,
To exhaust the problems of everything and anything,
Then it is for a lover to explain the world without the other.

I do excavations every day….
And as there is grace in all created things,
I find it also in the archeology of my memory.
All moments have language, smiles, smells,
They have you…

From afar you enter my burning solitude,
And make me feel alive.
Stay!
I should carry a dagger to scare away the night,
Because I don’t dream of you every time I’m asleep.

How do I love you from afar?
My thinking puts forth no fruit,
But my heat does…. I just do.

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My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

Hope dies last

by Andrada Costoiu

Photo by Mali Maeder

Like a bird in an invisible cage, 
I sang to you.
The more I sang, the more you plucked my feathers,
In the name of love. 

Despite wanting to fly,
I just sat there, in self-inflicted paralysis,
In the name of a utopian future,
Because…. hope dies last.

Disguised in peaceful dreams and hopes,
Your love was a democratic access to pain.
Bewitched by the dance in your eyes,
I’ve taken the wrong road and I deserve the downfall,
But at least I am alive.

Salvation comes from within and not from others. 
Between my tears,
Doomed feathers on the floor remind me that I am a bird,
…. That I can fly.

Blue and white, 
The grimace of yourself dilates the moment,
As the color of the sky pours over my feathers.

Bereft of self- confidence you’ll catch another, 
To sing to you.
I mourn for her,
And for the loss of innocence of the white feathers.

But the air in your world bears the smell of your fundamental impurity,
And at the mercy of time she too will awaken,
And will fly…
Because hope dies last.

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My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

Cold world

by Andrada Costoiu

I follow my path into the roaring whirlwind,
Searching for you.
They told me to stop, but I did not listen,
I do not listen still.

I feed on your invisible presence,
Is it madness to think that the world has no meaning without you?
Reach out with your spectral hand and catch me,
Would you?

I hate prudence because it grips my flight,
I have to be quick or you will disappear ….

Love! They say you don’t exist anymore,
But I’m here…..I see you!
I’d give you the coat off my back so you would not shiver,
What have they done?

No, it’s not over, there is hope.
Me and others,
We’re desperately insomniac, but we still dream.

Stay. 
And ashes would be all that’s left of cowards’ resignation. 
Stay, stay with me,
Because I would rather die of passion than of cold.

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My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

About love

by Andrada Costoiu

Logic coils up at the boundaries,
Trying to hide what’s inside,
My deepest thoughts.

I am the winter,
I am the summer,
I am the candle.

And you?
What are you?

All-encompassing infinite inside you,
I am in, and I see.

I think that in this world nothing worth more than something else,
But this doesn’t apply to love,
Isn’t that right?
Nothing is worth more than something else, except love.

Stay.

Time is decaying everything,
Except the feelings. 

You are for me and I am for you. 
Together we’re the ones that negate perfection,
Because we are perfect,
As one.

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My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.