Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from The grit of tough and nails drum Our skulls Our hearts Our minds The sound won’t stop as we continue on As we commit con after con The world won’t let us stop It uses us in constant as a prop Until we can hardly help but drop

The softness isn’t here in this violent place The sweetness has vanished without a trace I can’t handle a world of stones Where it breaks me down to my bones The people yell My petrified face is a tell Welcome to hell

They chant my name I stay the same But the blame is on me Why can’t they see I’m trying

The softness has vanished The splendour left long ago Where has the sweetness gone?

Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from Where is she now? My long lost love… Laboring in languish Mind at ease only when at odds With self, with service, with surveillance Everything is a pain and Only in disdain could she find some peace A rhythm to keep her ahead of the deceased Lively and writhing in woes Powered by restless practices And guided by garish treasures Love long lost, replaced by reverence For perseverance without presence Acceptance of a bitter flavor And a world without favor Sweetness and softness, Old friends who don’t write Leaving my love Bound by her eternal blight Hope to hear from you soon

Sweetness and softness friends seldom heard from Greed and jealousy Too often rules some

Harmony and peace Sought by everyone Anger and sadness Too often the one Tessa🦋

Sweetness and softness are friends seldom hear from. That’s why I sip sorrow from the bottom of my soul. Till I’m gathered cognitively again; intertwined with death’s hold...

I quit running from the rain, when trouble found it’s way. Into my heart, beyond my eyes; now I’m bleeding with demon lies. So far, most everyone I’ve ever loved, has dug their way to the skies above. I’m tainted, taunted, tormented. Standing with the thunder, that breaks inside my chest. There’s an ancient evil that haunts my broken nights. Taking long silent gulps from my teary plights. Blood shot, curdled; it found my lost life. At the bottom of a lake, that shines the color of fright. But I’ve since found it’s better, not counting my days. So much better, since I stopped creating from the rains...

-HMG

Sweetness and softness were old friends Seldom heard from The heart grows cold The brain grows hard The torment of life never ceases The joy of childhood are bygone The broken heart chills The pain of loss makes the brain go numb Tis’ life of a soldier Till death brings me sanctity I will never be at peace For the crimes I’ve seen break my mind My sweet soul has soured My softness heart has grown cold I am but a shell of who I was And now it’s time to say goodbye

Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from Giving advice on how to respond to things sure to come

“You should be kind to her.” Sweetness would say When my longing for revenge would not go away Sweetness gave up long ago

“be gentle with him.” Softness would whisper Before I dropped the baby, for my soul was bitter Softness quit soon after

Suffering and hate now sit on my shoulder, with many others are among

They do not try to stop my cunning words, nor my wicked tongue

They let free the beast of evil actions, where nasty plots are sprung

So why is it now, when I’m neck deep in cruelty and rage That sweetness and softness final come once again to my aid

Where were they when I was hurt and alone? We’re they there when I cried tears of pain? Did they think my heart had turned to stone? Did they wish me to forever cower in shame?

They warp me in warmth now, drape me in love Tell me I’m precious, only misunderstood Do they lie to me? Or is that what they believe? Am I more to them than a naughty pupil who just constantly leaves?

I tell them I’m lonely, they know all to well They’ve watched me all along, (this make my heart swell) You need a little fondness, and even more caring For there was no one’s love you were sharing

Suffering and hate have now long ago left I’m not fooled anymore by their fake promises I’m not on my own anymore, for I’ve started anew No more harsh insults or terrible things to spew I’m free from what held me, no longer alone For the first time in forever, I feel that I’m truly home

Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from.

Meeting you introduced me to new friends,
unwavering boldness, and extravagance

You taught me that sometimes, anxiety can feel good. It can make up for sweet, and soft.

I would tattoo your name on my heart, like all those love songs demonstrate

But the ink would line my stomach, since that is where my heart rests whenever I hear from you.

Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from. To every lover it was a surprise, That when I cried as a child no one would come, And that I never understood why.

“Your tears are your folly”, my father would say, wiping my tears with his calloused hands. He said I would have to toughen up some day, “Grow up and be a man.”

And grow up did, I became a man, a great one I cannot say, For like my father, I have rough hands, And i don't know my own way.

So my love, don't be bitter or mad, When i reveal a heart that's rough and coarse, For I am a man who's neither good nor bad, And for my roughness, I feel no remorse.

Sweetness and softness were old friends Seldom heard from Grief a permanent fixture With anger & loss as its book ends

GTH, “Grand theft husband”, a goner, no trace 9 months ago we chose our vows Now I sit and pick your poem & ashes case

Arrangements, flowers, and prayers Make it a celebration The kids will be there Put your mask back on

it’ll probably be his best party yet Twisted view gets me through Laughing as tears stream down

I run through the thousands of memories A Rolodex of joy, pain, and regret. I wish I knew then That you would be sucked lol it of this life Through the straw of illness

I long for quite moments on the couch Watching your stupid sci-fi shows So much regret The why will never be answered Or if so, I’ll never accept it

You were my everything & now you’re nothing to anyone anymore

Sweetness and softness Were old friends Seldom heard from. Almost forgotten, But still missed. Like the sweetest dream Or the softest kiss. Beautiful memories Of fondness and bliss.