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

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

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

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

Mom and dad are on the phone,
sister and I feel alone.
Vacations live in our brains,
breaks keep parents feeling sane.

Picture magnets at arms reach,
past good times come back to teach.
Memories, out of the bag,
perfect plan, but we won’t brag.

Played around with silly thoughts,
hope our hint is somehow caught.
Looked my sister in the eye,
assured her a worthy try.

Mommy looked at us with pride,
instantly she took our side.
Her smile twinkled with sunshine,
excitement and hopes align.

Daddy came home with a grin.
happily he said “I’m in”,
let’s create some new stories,
adventure filled with glory.”

Packed suitcases, brought some snacks,
grabbed some games for my back pack,
prepared for amazing tales,
as our journey set full sail.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #224 hosted by Fandango

A simple line sounded so true,
always believed but never knew.
Fictitious stories, come to mind,
search for concrete clues, no one finds.

Short research break, a solid five,
much needed rest, ideas arrive.
Memories come, laugh at old thoughts,
echoes still chime, emotions caught.

Space in between constantly grew,
connections fade, peel off worn glue.
Energies gathered, screamed, and fought,
forgotten vital lessons taught.

The perfect time , three fifty five,
to take a breath and come alive.
Allow caffeine to push ahead,
absorb the lines my eyes have read.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #223 hosted by Fandango

Dramatic sounds,
united voice,
shakes thoughts around,
commands a choice,
assurance pounds,
vibrates white noise,
falls to the ground,
then regains poise.

Dramatic views,
insightful eyes.
Perceptions choose
to expose lies.
Covers the news,
as stories fly,
uncovers clues,
raw truth implied.

Dramatic taste,
every mouth craves,
The greatest waste,
enemies gave.
Gasoline baste,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digs shallow grave.

Dramatic touch,
caresses deep.
Grips to then clutch,
tries hard to keep.
A bit too much,
hills form too steep.
Calms rapid rush,
so minds could sleep.

Dramatic scents,
linger inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
while being kind,
Embrace present,
sorrows declined.

Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Prevented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calmed ever fast.
peacefulness rife,
enjoyed contrast.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #222 hosted by Fandango