Perception

Wake up and go, do what you do,
laugh like a fool, while playing cool.

Go through your day, no time to play,
as feelings sway, in disarray.
Hold a brave face, keep it in place,
another chase, an unknown race.
Good afternoon never goes soon,
horrible swoon, howl at the moon.
Another night, turn off the light,
thoughts hold too tight, sleep puts a fight
.

Wake up and go, write your own show,
make your life glow, change up the flow.

Go through your day, make time to play,
watch feelings sway, enjoy sun rays.

Smile on your face, that stays in place,
no need to chase a winning race.

Good afternoon, time flies too soon,
internal swoon, hello full moon.

A better night, feeling so light,
hold pillow tight, sleep feels so right.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Inspiration( by Grace and Francis)

Awakened by the thunder,
And the rain.
So real-a-dream in my slumber,
But the memories remain.


Felt shaken, drenched in sweat,
still sleeping yet awake,
try to steady my breath,
feel real, no longer fake
.

Conscious reality now that I’m awake
Brought forth from the world of dreams
Make no mistake,
A spark of passion, with golden beams.

Lights up my unsure mind
then sparks within my heart,
stirred up and well defined,
this moment marks the start.

An old-fashioned-loose leaf canvas,
Sensational revelations in ink,
Only wisdom and spark can grant this,
Through an artistical blend-woven in sync.

Fears cease and surrender,
both tears and canvas dry.
Inspired by the splendor,
to relentlessly try.

Grace Y. Estevez and Francis J. Lamanna (Noozbuffet)

Gift

Pretty pebble
thrown in the air,
left all alone
nobody cared.
Carried powers
way deep inside.
Unseen by all
but the wise eye
.

Young girl in search
for some control,
all by herself
taking a stroll.
Aims to fulfill,
numbed voided spots,
that broke apart
within her heart.


Finds slightest shine,
within a rock,
for the first time
feeling a spark.
Keeping it safe
deep in her pocket,
the perfect link,
for her prized locket.


Instantly clears,
all of her fears.
All sadness steers,
when it is near.
Every old tear,
transform to cheers.
Glad it appeared,
she holds it dear.


Pretty pebble,
felt loved at last.
Never ignored,
like in the past.
All special gifts
can now be shared,
emitting love,
deleting despair
.

Finding her way,
warmed by sun rays.
Embracing days,
from where she lays.
Feeling amazed,
empathy raised.
Rewards that pay
are vowed to stay.


Graceful pebble.
Secure young girl.
Gifts to this world,
like a fine pearl
.
Connected fast
attached they curled.
Enjoyed their dance
united twirl.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Lagrima

A single tear
wanders a path,
sorrows get cleared
releasing bath
.

Slowly strolling,
down her left cheek.,
her mind ponders
answers she seeks
.

The lonely tear
reaches her chin,
captures her fears
staining her skin
.

It takes a bow

then jumps and skips,
flying straight down
decides to dip
.

Her answers come,
one at a time.
Her heart then hums
to inner chime
s.

One tear runs dry,
at last, released,
without a cry
instantly eased
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Time

I cling to the past
because it is known,
the only time lived,
actually shown
.

A present today
is the current state,
live in the moment,
forgetting blind fate.


A written future,
not currently seen,
created details,
live in the machine
.

Look back at old days,
a whimsical time,
oblivious to pain,
shielded from all crimes
.

A pen in my hand,
the paper still blank,
a time left behind,
with lessons to thank
.

Tomorrow is vague,
not written in stone.
with each rising sun,
knowing the unknown.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Burnt Toast

Doing all you could
turn all bad to good.
Scraping the burnt toast,
making life the most
.

Drinking lemonade,
everything’s okay.
Scraping the burnt toast,
making life the most.


Withstanding the test,
dumping if not best.
Scraping the burnt toast,
making life the most.


Tug of war to pull,
see my glass half full.
No need to scrape toast,
life is what I wrote
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Flipped

Memories swept kept
lingering.
Actions encountered
triggering.
My different sides
commingling.
Your shadowed whisper
sniggering
.

My head was always
combative.
Unfocused mind was
abstractive.
Tried hard to make life
attractive.
Wishing my path was
refractive.

All options arrived
rapidly.
Desires entered
avidly.
Experiencing life
vividly.
Finally living
happily
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Extinguish

Dramatic sounds,
ring through my voice,
shaking around,
removing choice,
makes my head pound,
vibrating noise,
fall to the ground,
losing my poise
.

Dramatic views,
blind both my eyes.
Perceptions choose
a hidden lie.
Creating news,
so stories fly,
without a clue
yet still implied
.

Dramatic taste,
I thought I craved,
The greatest waste
was all I gave.
Gasoline bastes,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digging my grave
.

Dramatic touch,
caressing deep.
No longer clutch,
not mine to keep.
Giving too much,
making hills steep.
Calming the rush,
so I can sleep
.

Dramatic scents,
that swim inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
to being kind,
instead prevents,
simply declined
.

Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Presented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calming it fast.
Peace is now rife,
enjoyed contrast
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Secure

So sorry my hair is too curly,
So sorry my body is curvy,
So sorry that your eyes must see,
everything that creates me.

So sorry that I’m not enough,
or that I act a bit too rough.
So sorry you can’t understand
or accept me, the way I am.

So sorry that I felt this way,
So happy that my views have swayed.
Not sorry for being who I am,
instead grateful, I took a stand.

So happy that my hair has waves,
So happy I am now so brave,
enough to laugh off , all critique,
loving myself, being unique.

So happy that I never broke,
So happy I no longer choke,
I realized I was made perfect,
not put on earth for you to affect.

So grateful for all that I know,
So grateful I now run my show.
Teaching others, what life taught me,
not dictating how they should be.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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