"foc" poems
"red pants
burning bottom
soft cream prescription."
"pantalonasi rosii foc
dos colorat
prescriem crema."
"les pantalons rouges
quel bel cul ardent
douce creme prescrite."
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 5:17 AM UTC
*If reason was kind.
It wouldn’t allow people
To go to hell in handcarts
Whilst it sits by pretty and dolled up.
It’d go out of its way
Lend a listening ear
Offer its counsel FOC
It’d compel its narcissistic ego
To allow it to attend to people’s issues.
It’d come out of its ivory tower
To see what the world’s “really” like.
But methinks reason’s unkind.
It’d rather have its wits around itself
Than waste time availing itself to people’s thorny issues.
It’d rather have us be blind to it.*
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC
Din graiul tău, se-nalță veșnicie,
Pe buze tremuri, cald ca o cântare.
Mi-ești lege, dor și sfântă temelie,
Un far de foc, în nopți fără hotare.
Sudoare, jertfe, veacuri de durere,
Fii punte, peste timpi ce ne separă.
Din dorul tău, să naștem mângâiere,
Mândră ești, a noastră pururi țară!
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
I look at the tree standing tall
It's just standing there in rain and shine, and wind
It doesn't move, it doesn't talk, not a sound
Sometimes I wonder, what is going on inside of it
The tree is there to serve us, asking for nothing
No rent is charged to the birds that make it their home
No sitting charge, no waiting charge, no matter
For how long you stay on its branch or under its shade
Apart from that, the tree is giving us flowers and fruits
It produces them for the birds and animals to consume
It consumes none of its output, only gives it away
To come and take as much as you can FOC
I sometimes wonder, is this tree for real
How can you give, give, give and only ask
That you leave it alone to do its work
It's work of serving you wholly and totally
I salute you, O Tree, and I salute your creator
For all that you do, for all that you do
For the birds, animals, humans, and even insects
Thank you, O Tree. Thank you, O Tree
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 6:52 AM UTC
Umbră a Nopții, te arată,
Ca un vis ce-i rupt din Rai,
Ce-n lumină ești scăldată,
Mă chemai cu dulce grai.
Mă-mbăt de-a ta ființă vie,
De râsul tău cu gust amar,
Ești dorul ce nu vrea să fie,
Și visul stins ce-aprinde jar.
Pășeai încet, cu glezna fină,
Cu trupul tău sculptat în foc,
Privirea ta, o vină plină
Ce arde gândul, pas cu loc.
Și-n urma ta, tăcerea plânge,
Sub pași de vis, sub stinsul dor,
Se frânge clipa, gându-nvinge,
Rămân doar umbre care mor.
Rămâi, icoană neuitată,
Din nopți cu lună și parfum,
O flacără nemângâiată,
Ce arde-n mine negru scrum.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
10:18
scrolls through phone
10:21
sighs
10:22
forcefully unbuttons jeans
angrily pulls them off
winces in pain
10:25
grabs laptop in determination
10:29
my mind is drifting....i think of you,
i see you around me, i touch you, i breathe your name, i'm surrounded by a manifestation of you
i can't take you i want you away from me
i can't take you i want you near me
10:48
time sure fly's when you come across my mind
in my mind
you are my mind
10:49
foc...us
us
focusing on us
10:51
i played with caution but you and time teamed up together and aimed to tease me, to torture me, to bring me pleasure where i see distress
a sick sense of satisfaction
flows unto my vice
it's a two way street
or maybe a 6 way street
maybe a city
with all these vices collectively linked
i detach
reminiscent
of us
focus
fo...cus
**** us
11:10
**** us
11:15
**** us again
11:30
**** me
11:31
i wonder what he wants from me?
i wonder what he feels for me
what he see's in me
what he really thinks of me
does he see inside me or does he just want to be inside me
whatever
11:40
hah..the feelings faded
back to you being nothing
until the next time
11:41
i think of you and smile, gently,appreciating in mock admiration
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
de nepedepsit
m-am topit de nenumărate ori deasupra conceptului de a fi
de nepedepsit.
în greutate și durere, în extaz și plăcere
de nepedepsit indiferent.
imunitate și scutire.
când mă ating, când mă vreau, când iau foc și las scrum in urma mea
sunt de nepedepsit.
când mă arunc, când mă ridic, când mă sărut de
noapte bună blând
în mirosul ăsta ascuțit, de neuitat, de nepedepsit
când împletesc invidie în păr și mângâiere
nu mai știu cine sunt, cine ești
știu doar că sunt de nepedepsit.
sunt de nepedepsit.
ereditar, primordial, frumusețea de a fi turnat, clădit, construit și uitat de nepedepsit.
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 3:45 PM UTC