A promise to stay,
forces actions to sway.
False hopes still remain,
tender hearted from pain.

To walk all alone,
heavy feet feel like stones.
Memories hold time,
dance to silent wind chimes.

Live life nonchalant,
gain all needs but no wants.
Difficult to know,
all the power thoughts own.

Regrets drive minds mad,
guilts lament what hands had.
Ego pushes starts,
true love never departs.

Learn how to accept,
allow soul to connect.
Pure smiles light days up,
to fill all empty cups.

Bittersweet farewell,
no more reasons to dwell.
Blink away old views,
essence forever true.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #235

Tea Time

A gentle pour,
offers much more.
sweet sensations.

Chamomile sips,
jump start this trip,
serenely soothes,
tensions remove.

Lavender tea,
offers great ease.
peacefully still,
dreams climb uphill.

Flavorful chai,
help hopes climb high.
validate thoughts,
great wishes caught.

Heal with mixed herbs,
float undisturbed,
sit in true bliss,
smiles reminisce.

Golden honey,
makes days sunny,
shields hearts from storms,
life feels so warm.

– Grace Y. Estevez -Reddy

Written for FFFC #234 hosted by Fandango

Truly Loyal

An aimless quest for honesty ,
wonders who is out for a piece,
searches for truth in eyes she sees,
finds a true heart that cares for free.

Inner fire has long burnt out,
no desires, days dance with doubts,
generous soul fills every drought,
provides pure love, hopes bliss soon sprouts.

Suspicion settles, deep inside,
serenity enters her mind.
Stresses release, no longer hides,
affection flows, tensions subside.

Purrs and chuckles answer all pleas,
real happiness turns inner keys.
Tender friendship renders sweet glee,
strong connection flies endlessly.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #233 hosted by Fandango

Play Time Pal

Childhood best friend,
my crush flies free,
helps dreams extend
as wishes flee.
Your smile depends
on me to be,
frustrations bend,
hopes crawl with me.

Each day is yours,
create our speed.
You are my cure
for lonely needs.
Laughter is pure,
fulfills all deeds.
Feel so secure,
when we agree.

Partners in crime,
my closest peer,
each tree we climb
erases tears.
Loud giggles chime
in both our ears,
linger past time,
throughout the years.

Footprints trace steps,
heartbeats follow.
Secrets that wept
tied tomorrow.
We both accept,
wide and narrows.
My trust you kept,
endless shadow.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Written for FFFC #232 hosted by Fandango


Broken connections,
haunt my dull mind.
Loss of affection,
leave trails behind.

Where did my friends go?
Who are they now?
Warm hearts turned so cold,
eyes filled with clouds.

A broken friendship
strums heart and mind.
A lonely steamship
without a bind.

Why did crossroads meet?
Why did we break?
Were we incomplete?
Was it all fake?

Memories linger
throughout each day.
Point a stern finger,
empathy sways.

It served a purpose
time just ran out,
scratch at the surface
release all doubts.

Greater wise lessons
cement alone.
Inner progression,
forms bright zones.

– Grace Y Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #231 hosted by Fandango

Midnight Stroll

Insomnia hits, to steal my dreams,
grateful pure love is here with me.
Faithful companion, true best friend,
infinite bond could never end.

Walk in the dark with foggy views,
allow bright thoughts to chase off blues.
Try to sweep negative away,
smile as I watch your swift tail sway.

Gentle guardian, ride or die,
silent shadow always complies.
Affectionate, one of a kind,
intense stare eagerly reads minds.

Forever there to catch my falls,
eager to answer when I call,
hearts interlock, connection links,
rewarded by fetching a stick.

Beloved pets give what humans lack,
loyalty prevents rash attacks.
Clear up deep fears, help stress relax,
protect from every last attack.

Enjoy each moment we can play,
here by my side each night and day.
Embrace the love your spirit brings,
fills me with joy so my soul sings.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #230 hosted by Fandango


Invisible tears, cascade from sad eyes,
no invitations,
or reasoning why.

Inaudible screams can sometimes be heard,
filled with hidden fears,
that may sound absurd.

Internal worries can at times take place,
crumble up inside,
yet display pure grace.

One never knows what another holds in,
never point out flaws,
or judge foreign sins.

Remember that others reflect for you,
projections you make,
ignite what comes through.

Try being a friend, distribute true love,
allow your presence,
to shine from above.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #229 hosted by Fandango

Try Again

Enslaved by distrust,
hidden to survive.
Heart enlaced with rust,
half dead, half alive.

Numbed to all the pain,
seasoned by betrayal.
Pure loss always gains,
dreams were made to fail.

Cries without a tear,
screams but no one hears,
cover his own ears,
to shelter deep fears.

Face falls to the ground,
slowly looks around,
Wears his masks so proud,
adjusts tilted crown.

Character greets death,
no need to endure,
takes a profound breath
instantly assured.

Stands on his two feet,
holds head in the air,
inner force defeats,
then tempts him to dare.

Knows way deep inside
he should start anew,
Worn heart opens wide,
cradles brighter views.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #228 hosted by Fandango

Comfy Grounds

Cozy camp site,
full of insight,
stars shine so bright,
gleams kiss goodnight.

Hopes touch the sky,
breeze softly cries,
dreams flutter high,
like butterflies.

Joy ignites sparks,
lights up the dark,
a solid mark,
wonders embark.

Love fills the air,
clears away cares,
removes despair,
so life feels fair.

Open both hands,
knowledge expands,
a masterplan,
hearts understands.

Never alone,
constantly shown,
this serene zone,
lives past dense bones.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #227 hosted by Fandango

Great Collector

Sealed comic books,
prized baseball cards,
collectors nook,
under his guard.

Old postal stamps,
valuable coins,
under bright lamps,
brought his heart joy.

Just one lost piece,
ruins the bunch,
removed his peace,
like a swift punch.

Searched ever high,
dug deep and low,
focused both eyes,
precisely slow.

Hung his head down,
stared at his feet,
right on the ground,
lost item greets.

All tension broke,
felt bliss compiled,
he grabbed a coke,
and wore a smile.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #226 hosted by Fandango

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