Two worlds

by Andrada Costoiu

Swimming, she used all her might to get to the surface,
Fighting the currents of reason that sought to keep her in her world.
Sure and unsure walked hand in hand on the beach where she surfaced,
She stared them in the face,
Took her first breath, and then the first step,
And followed the voice that had long cuddled in her heart.

“Ariel,” the sand carried his whispers,
From the place where he stud locked up in the man made prison.
She whooshed through the sand and she found him,
Trying to bend the bars that ruled his world.

“You are not allowed to love a mermaid,” said the chorus of ethnocentric voices,
Singing decades old rules.  
He saw her, she saw him,
And oblivious they reached for each other,
Bending the bars under the heavy weight of their love.

Unafraid, they walked hand in hand by the wall of “virtue” where others were bowing, relenting their feelings to the man made rules.
He picked a piece of charcoal and wrote “Love!”
Not as a rule, but as guidance…..

They left, walking side by side.
It wasn’t easy for her,
She was just learning to walk into his world,
But she had him…..
And he had her…..

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I will not and I am not

by Andrada Costoiu

I will not ask for attention, love, 
I will not be taken for granted,
And play your games.

I will not think less of myself,
Because I deserve the best,
And I will not be your second choice.
I will value myself and I will not keep short-changing myself,
I will not live in a space that puts me in this position. 
I will not….I will not….

Note: “I will not“ and “I am not” are two very different things.  Many people are struggling in a relationship, and they tell themselves “ I will not” until it becomes a constant familiar voice. Chances are, that if you play with “I will not” too much, you are already accepting these things for yourself….and will be, until you actually do something about it.

Now read this:

I am not asking for attention, and love,
Because you never take me for granted,
You don’t play games and you love me as I am.

I am not thinking less of myself,
Because you always make me feel as I deserve the best.
I am not your second choice,
Because you always make me feel valued,
And I always want to be with you.

Note: This is where you should be, or at least what you should be looking for. There is a distance between “I will not” and “ I am not”. It is not easy to walk this distance but unless you will walk it, you will keep struggling and you will keep hurting.  I wrote this for people who are hurt, who struggle. Know that you are not alone and know where you are, know where you should be…

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Forbidden love

by Andrada Costoiu

Summer, 
Clouds rolling down the hill,
Tumbling down like a waterfall,
The dusk is part of it too, carrying its colors,
Of orange and red over the village.

Two glasses of red wine,
Two chairs, a table, you and me, and
The light of the candle that flickers,
And every moment, a new bit of wax is melting and turning into flame…..

Your eyes meet mine,
Speaking the untold that my heart has already heard.
How can we feel so many things at once?
Love, truth, sadness?

Forbidden love, that’s what we are,
Because the heart doesn’t always listen to what is socially justifiable. 
You look at me and I feel,
How your heartbeat riots mine in violent rebellion.

Against all odds, 
Forever and impermanence dwell together in our world.
The impermanence of the stolen moments, 
Glued together by the forever in our longing.

Star-crossed lovers,
Why does the jukebox of life play such tricks?
Because it can, because it does!
Love is rarely a choice,
An it is impossible to un-love when you love,
Even when it’s forbidden.

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You just know

by Andrada Costoiu

My bedroom window always sheds light into life.
Primitive emotion, up there on a branch,
“Jaaay” ,””Jaayyy”,
Two beautiful blue jays, nesting.

“They mate for life,” you say, yawning,
I lay my head against your chest and breathe.
There are some things in life that cannot be explained, just felt,
And this is one of them,
You and me.

Desire and its horse-powered engine started loud,
I was drunk, but you were a sober driver,
Or maybe you too, blindly, steered us here,
Where love simply exists.

We each carry multiple us inside,
But curtains have fallen, 
And I love the multiple you that you nest within.
You’re spark and calm somewhere in my soul,
You’re the endless opportunities,
And …..you’re home.

The noise of the world is gone,
I can only hear you: “they’re mating for life”,
And I smile,
Blue jays, albatrosses, barn owls, sea horses, 
And so many other creatures…..they too, 
Seem to know the deepest truth,
Love is not mind-driven,
It happens,
And when it does,
You just know.

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Catharsis

by Andrada Costoiu

By the ocean everything seems quiet,
Except the waves that break free, in an out,
Carving the sand.

Thinking of you.
We once opened a box, called it ours and put it all in,
Our dreams, future, desires, thoughts,
We shook the box and mix it,
Yours and mine,
And said, “ love conquers all.”
It does, doesn’t it? Almost all…..
In love, we fly with the wind
We drown in the rain
We take turns taming the elephants in the room.

Love is a cathartic journey of discovering togetherness,
And feeling it deep inside you.

Love is….
Love was….
Life sucked us in and then spit us out on different paths,
How did this happen?
It is often that we stand in the beautiful certainty of knowing what’s inside us,
Only to find ourselves, that we cannot understand our untold thoughts.

Alone now, listening to the symphony of my emotions
Playing a confusing song,
Hope, anger, despair, freedom, 
All trampling and playing one over another.

What do I do now?
I don’t have to pretend….
I don’t know.
But I do know something,
That is: I don’t want to be a villain and I don’t want to be a hero,
I just want to be me.

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Love thy broken

by Andrada Costoiu

A vase has fallen on the glass table,
Spilled water glistens in the sun,
It fell and broke an edge, and I could throw the vase away,
As broken vases are not fun.

It always seems to us that broken
And shattered things should all be gone…..
Because you learned since you were little,
That for each broken thing there is replacement,
And you can always get another one.

But then I look at you and smile,
You’re seating at your desk, you’re mending things,
Just like in the rainy day when I met you,
When you took my hand and fixed my wings.


Without my wings I had been nothing,
No hopes or dreams, I could not fly,
I did not plan to have them broken,
But truth is all of us are falling,  
And some of us survive, while others die.

The voice of reason tells you catch,
And then the same voice tells you toss,
Please drill this voice and let your heart,
To do the speaking,
For heart has also better ear to hear a broken soul when creaking.

Just like the vase, in life we could all get broken,
Most creaks don’t come by choice,
Shouldn’t we learn to take these imperfections, mend them?
Because when tossing things they end in landfill,
And many will then lose their beauty,
And many will then lose their voice…..

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My new poem Garden Fairies published by Spillwords Press

By Andrada Costoiu

A poem that I have written had been published by Spillwords Press. Thank you for publishing my work!

The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven,
Nature was not still and neither was he.
He was just a little boy, by the window,
Listening to the spirits of the trees.

The tales of the forest
Whispered unwritten wisdom,
About the first men and women that emerged from the caves
To fan the flames of civilization,
About a wanderers realm
Where even broken-winged birds can fly…..
About acorns that sprouted into flowers,
About a little orphan child that asked a tall tree
To lift up his paper gold wishes 
Up to the sky, to his parents.

And then he saw her,
Please continue reading here https://spillwords.com/garden-fairies/

Love at no sight

by Andrada Costoiu

No, their eyes didn’t meet from across the crowded room,
No, he didn’t see her face on Skype
Nor did she stalk his Instagram feed.
They were not like other people…..

They needed not step into the role of “mirror”,
And tell each other when they looked good or not,
Because they always looked good to each other.

They said love is blind,
But they knew that it wasn’t,
They could see into each other’s souls,
And past colors and shapes,
Their spirits within were as bright as a day.

Thoughts, desires, and longings were not always written across their faces,
But they were always written in their hearts.
She asked him: “My love, what color is love?”
He said: “Love has no color, love is a feeling,
As the feeling of you next to me.”

Her soul was touched,
She felt the sun on her face,
Smelled his perfume…
She thought that the strangest thing was
That there are seven billion people on the planet looking for love,
She hoped that they would find what she knew:
That love always happens out of sight.

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Pandemic resurrection

by Andrada Costoiu

Hospital beds….
Doctors and nurses,
Moving faster and harder than anytime before…
I think the reminder of these days will always sting like a hornet.

For days your body quivered,
As the underground bunker opened and closed its door around you,
You were completely vulnerable,
As all the other poor souls around you,
But your parachute jerked your body back.

You’re dreaming of blue skies and white puffed clouds,
Or maybe of the ocean shore where we sat every morning,
You’re taking trips
With your eyes closed, but with the gateway of your soul open.

I feel your heart getting warmer,
Searching through the glass window,
As closest as they have let me get to you…

My eyes are crying
And my invisible hands are ripping out all the caution tape,
All the “do not enter” signs 
That held us back from living the life we truly want to live.

Wake up my love,
Life is precious,
Especially the one that is given twice.

Life and how precious every moment is. Not many had life –altering experiences, but if you did, you understand best what second chances are. “Live your life to the fullest” is just a motto until you start doing it. So do it, you may never have tomorrow what you can have today. Love and live to the fullest.  

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Damned

by Andrada Costoiu

Silence, silence!
We are gathered here today….
To judge this man and this woman.

They have abandoned themselves in the arms of one another,
They have recklessly peeled back every single layer of their souls,
Until their cores were bound together.
They have been given so many chances to edit themselves,
Many chances to write the  “not together”,
Still, today they stand in front of you,
A guilty man and a guilty woman.

You and I knew that this was almost true,
Sinners we were,
We should have put our hearts in coffins,
And listened to the sermons of two different bands.

Love…..
Is love divine grace or is love free will?

I smile…..
We’re stuck in front of the bullets
Should we pursue our love?
We’re damned if we do,
We’re damned if we don’t.

I wrote this for all the “impossible” couples out there, present, former or to be couples. Society makes you think that you should always follow the rules. But following the rules doesn’t always agree with what your heart tells you. Love is not always black and white. In fact, it is never black and white. Don’t be afraid to love……

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