#sponge
each awakening
the old-
brand new skin
a mind from sleep
-the sponge
squeezed dry.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
This soft heart I say, can feel like a curse,
For all the times it soaks up the hate, oh, how it hurts!
As with each tear that I shed,
It all feels heavy, heavy like lead,
Till the floodgates burst forth in a verse.
And I must tell you,
A soft heart is like a sponge, it takes every cut,
An open heart: a vibrant marketplace; so never to shut!
But it was once vibrant and bright,
Now it feels so dilapidated from fight,
Yet still it beats on, as a true work of art.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
I'm a friend,
a family member,
a healer,
a net,
a sponge
I'm here to be dragged across the world
Through the dirt, the water, the skies
Wash it through me
Try to cleanse out the filth
So I can be used again
There's more work to do
After all the water is washed
After all the sponges are used
We can all be thrown away, no more after, we did our job, we got through
And if we fail, we'll overflow the bin.
And we can all drown.
Sep 1, 2023
Sep 1, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
oil slicked skin, smothering sunbeams
when did we get so far?
once upon a kin, could we do it again?
soaking up your energy like a sponge
been waiting on your remedy for too long
i have been too strong, waiting for the one
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 8:29 AM UTC
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮
Spongy semolina cake
toothsome lemon kiss
rich, orange-blossom syrup
gold-kissed and fragrant
So buttery sweet
cinnamon
Aaah!
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
from my palms he wrote aloud
as our eyes are closed
we feel the crowd
supposed as one
taken for two
three time
the
matter
muliplys you
?
...
..
.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Can I take a jump
Into the pool
And surround
Myself
In a aqua hue.
Can I leap gently
And not break
The surface,
And cause
A disturbance
That breaks
The silence.
Can I breathe in
All the water around me;
Soaking it up
Like a sponge,
Diluting my veins
Till I am none.
Can I swim
In your sea
Till a tempest
Drowns me.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
i am
soft like a
***** sponge
burning soapy water.
the others were calling
i tried to reach you,
you told me i should.
but you
never
answered
so i left alone
because i am
soft
and
able.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
Some people hope.
And you?
Some people dream.
And you?
Some people laugh.
And you?
Some people try.
What about you?
Me, I cry.
And you?
Me, I trip and graze my bone.
And you?
Me, I walk and hurt my feet.
And you?
Me, I live on a spectrum.
What about you?
You, you chuckle.
You, you accept.
You, you wait.
You, you absorb.
You are not a person.
You are a sponge.
And when you do not squeeze yourself,
All you will do is take in,
Until you saturate
and split your sides.
You, you do not live.
Me, at least I try.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Give me rough ***
Give me hard times
Give me all the pain you can
Because I love to absorb it
Just like a sponge to water.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
Did I tell you?
I’m kind of quiet… no, really, I am. You should see me around people I don’t know…. Ha, yes, I know you don’t believe me… I talk my socks off around you. But, you’re different. You already know the contents of me… I mean, you may not have read every page in detail, but you get the rough draft. Not many people get that. Man, what a stuck up ***** they say… Miss goody two shoes is too good for us… Not all of us are rich like you they say. Oh, how I wish I was any of those things…it wouldn’t sting when they mistook me for anything but the plains, but instead they see skylines and frosted mountains. I am not as complex, I am not as breathtaking, I am not such a climb. It’s funny. i have it together - it appears from the outside looking in. On the inside, I’m so tired. I know you know this - but they don’t. They don’t see 14 hour days, 98 hour weeks, 5,784 hour years… of on the go, here you can have my time, my peace, my arms, my legs, my soul. They don’t see that. They don’t see me helping the family when they need food that week..and me not eating. They don’t see my sore back, my restless nights, or the loneliness that follows endless hours. I’m the one missing out… and they think I am better than them. If they only knew how much I wished I could be more like them and less like me…. how they are the morning skies… and I am merely a spectacle to their bold colors. They’re outspoken, care free, sociable, …extroverted. I wouldn’t dare say a word. I know even then they wouldn’t get me… not like you do. I just sit back - quietly, watching, listening, absorbing…an abused sponge from one too many passes on the burnt pan. Ha, that’s me. Still giving my all - in whatever pieces are left of me, trying to shine the world. Silly I am. I’m ready to get out of here… or find myself again, and stop smothering my heart. It’s an out of control fire and my day to day has become the dirt. I think if I exhale in a week you may just see smoke pouring from my lungs… I’m burning out. Can you tell?
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC