Sitting on my velvet throne,
opening up to unknowns.
Noticing the subtle hues,
searching for another clue.

Sitting on my velvet throne,
entering my sacred zone.
Close my eyes to see the truth,
images create great views.

Sitting on my velvet throne,
feeling every lesson shown.
Sense each heartbeat as it pumps,
form dimensions, to then jump.

Sitting on my velvet throne,
with no one, but not alone.
Taking gulps of brilliant light,
letting go of pain and spite.

Sitting on my velvet throne,
trusting fully, letting go.
Allowing my soul to flow,
so my character can grow.

Sitting on my velvet throne,
journeys teach the fate I know.
There is much more than most think,
held within the quickest blink.

– Grace. Y. Estevez – Reddy


Who built a fortress,
to help find true you?
In a green forest,
removing the blues.

Who captured your falls,
and cushioned them all?
Then helped you stand tall,
made your life a ball.

Who heightens your sense,
provides solid truths?
Clearing your blurred lens,
enhancing your view.

Who never said bye,
and joined every sigh?
Stood firm by your side,
wiping tears you cried.

Who will remain here,
loyal till no end?
Listens through your ears,
Projects, and defends.

Who urges your tries,
hoping you comply?
Uses both your eyes,
so you can rise high.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


My heart despises the cruel kind,
ones that play games with other minds.
They often cheat, embrace deceit,
and never turn the other cheek.
Most carry spite, are always right,
smiling while instigating fights.
The narcissist with no regret,
always searching for more to get.
Provoking tears when they are near,
knock spirits down simply from fear.

They teach me how to defeat fears,
wipe my own tears, when they are near.
Providing lessons to forget,
forgiving them, absolves regrets.
Avoiding spite, dissolving fights,
allows my conscience to feel right.
I learn from them to turn a cheek,
how not to cheat, or hold deceit.
To not let them play with my mind,
so my strong heart can remain kind.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Cares so much for how she is seen,
ignoring her heart and her needs.
Perfection has no in-between,
searching for nods to then proceed.

Her life is just a giant screen,
formed by high hopes that must succeed.
Every smile worn creates a scene,
assuring she is well received.

Inside she feels like a machine,
no longer sure if she could bleed.
Her empty eyes fill with saline,
as swallowed tears water her seed.

She takes a breath to feel serene,
then promises to not concede.
An inner sparkle intervenes,
so that her soul can take the lead.

A future painted fresh and clean,
so self assured her goals exceed.
She only says the words she means,
so her actions could not mislead.

She builds a throne, sits like a queen,
a higher joy is guaranteed.
Pure honesty is her routine,
all prior anchors have been freed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Misty Wind

Who painted tears onto her face?
What made her turn away from grace?
Where did she run while still in place?
When did her slip become her pace?
Why is her mind caught up in space?
How can she find her own escape?

How did she build a sweet escape?
Why is her sweet song heard in space?
When was she tuned and synched to pace?
Where did she flow to find her place?
What did she carry to spread grace?
Who placed happy tears on her face?

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Take a Breath

ocean waves.
Mind sailing,
breathing saves.
feeling brave.
what is craved.

Take a breath,
at full flight.
Bringing death,
ending spite.
Self-made strength,
creates light.
Inner depth,
makes it bright.

Sunny skies,
swimming breeze.
Floating by,
carrying peace.
Reaching high,
grasping keys.
The third eye,
always sees.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


All the time, day and night,
swallow thoughts, false and true.
Second guess, wrong or rights,
shed distress, old and new.

Take a step, dark or light,
make mistakes, one or two.
Moon still shines, shades of bright,
provides joys also blues.

Follow paths, black and white,
color in unseen views.
Loving hearts hug and fight,
decide to clear or fuse.

Tie my heart, loose or tight
forget where? what? or who?
Intertwine, kiss, and bite,
accepting me and you.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

United Paths

So funny to see 
all judgments that hide,
through false honesty,
expressed in the eyes.

Living the same tale.
playing unique roles,
Both male and female,
mirror every soul.

Some aggressively,
others peacefully,
Some destructively,
others gracefully.

Each being is sketched,
to follow routines,
then molded perfect,
to feed the machine.

Playing in a scheme
designed for a fall,
holding a clear dream
as blessings for all.

Held expectations,
no limitations.
Great aspirations,
create sensations.

Thoughts swim in the mind,
hopes live in each hand.
assist and define,
try to understand.

A plot with great twists
lead lifetimes we live,
learning to exist
and ways to forgive.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


He forgot how to socialize,
silent hellos were amplified.
Unable to just vocalize,
responded slow, acts simplified.

He swallowed hard to gain control,
both sweaty hands made tensions grow,
wishing so hard to play his role,
but did not understands this show.

He threw his arms searching the sky,
a soothing light pierced him inside.
Great confidence flung his soul high,
then gleamed so bright, with inner pride.

He took steps towards positive,
this life was his prerogative,
all lessons were evocative,
eliminating negative.

He gained control, no longer scared,
his heart and soul finally dared.
The ones he loved will remain there,
as for the rest, he did not care.

He took his time and felt so calm,
the future resting on his palm,
anxiety soothed with a psalm,
self assurance, his healing balm.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Swallowed Feelings

Invisible tears,
discretely hide pain,
exposing deep fears,
always kept contained.

A stone in her eye,
makes her torn mind cry,
difficult to blink,
and so hard to think.

The lump in her throat
masking her harsh chokes,
by muting loud screams,
that control this dream.

A fury so fierce
rings straight through her ears,
it punches her gut
producing a rut.

Her swallowed emotions,
turns red blood to poison,
she nurtures her heart,
prays for a new start.

Starting to feel clear,
bright answers appear,
perceiving great views,
making them all true.

Only stepping forward,
facing goals and dreams,
vibrations flow towards,
a positive stream.

Water wets her feet,
light sprinkles the ground,
inside feeling sweet,
resetting her crown.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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