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Beyond Doubt

Fluorescent thoughts rest in my mouth,
choke up inside mind full of doubts.
Chain deep set goals to barricade,
slice dreams apart till faith decays.

Sweet melodies held up inside,
vibrations pierce, emotions hide.
Outer details sting eager eyes,
inner courage does not arise.

Sounds penetrate through every pore,
to gently rest within my core.
A whispered scream strangles my fears,
swallow all words, gifts to my ears.

“Accept yourself,
be who you are.
Jump off the shelf,
so hopes fling far.
Not every wish
could be appeased,
spirits flourish
with grace and ease.
Some will love you,
others will hate.
Always be true
then leave to fate.
Feelings you hold
are vital too.
Do not let molds
control your views.”

Full moonlit covered heart and soul,
a peaceful sense of pure control.
Goosebumps draped from head to toe,
assured tomorrow shines and glows.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #245 hosted by Reena

Prompt – Write a prose poem based on these lines:
“It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.” – An excerpts from the book “Extinctions” by Sharmishtha Mohanty.

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Phases of Life

Memories began, when she was five,
with not much care, feeling just fine.
Spending her days, unknotting binds,
most pleasant child, kept within lines.
Her brilliant mind, was masked for thrills,
her deepest thoughts, went unfulfilled.
Naughty but in the purest way,
angry that fun, could never stay.

As sweet sixteen soon came to be,
unmasking lies, for all to see,
her darkest fears and solemn tales,
picked herself up, when all hands failed.
Adulthood swiftly came to play,
removing bows and pretty lace.
Moving away, to a new place,
with no old ties, a new escape.

She met new dolls, gave them fun names,
so paper cut, they looked the same.
They grew up fast, sharing some bonds,
of her strange ways, they were quite fond.
An angel came, swept her right up,
soaking her tears, filling her cup.
He washed his hands, when he was done,
leaving her torn, making her run.

Ran straight into his opposite,
numbing herself, if for a bit,
but realized he was not fit.
He screamed too loud, the walls were hit.
She thought of ways to go off grid,
too late some how, they now had kids,
did not work out, support all hid,
found inner strength to close the lid.

Sun had emerged, behind the clouds,
love came in fast, it sang so loud.
Enough for two, three was a crowd,
shinning with grace, she took a bow.
It claimed her heart, also her mind,
the love was true, one of a kind.
One small pebble, stuck in the way,
it got kicked fast, it could not stay.

Finally healed, remorse had fled,
her love was real, not in her head.
Followed the paths, to where they led,
so she could sleep, on her own bed.
Her fairytale was not an act,
epiphanies to reenact.
Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #244 hosted by Reena

Prompt – Video Prompt

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Helpful Note

The front doorbell rings,
my heart skips and springs,
sixth sense leaps then flings,
pure excitement sings.

I open the door,
nothing to explore,
then look at the floor,
feel chills touch my core.

Found an envelope,
instructions to cope,
instantly felt hope,
extended my scope.

It taught me the way,
to brighten my days,
keep ego at bay,
so happiness stays.

Never knew from who,
this message came through,
it changed my old views,
made me feel brand new.

Flew in like a dove,
straight from up above,
gave a gentle shove,
filled me up with love.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #243 hosted by Reena

Prompt – Situation 2
The doorbell rings and your character answers it – finding nothing but an envelope with nothing on it. They open it and follow the instructions.

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Ignite

Stare at reflections
in various shades,
marching in crowds
like armies of blades.

Fueled with attacks
and willing to share,
lost hope in a sack,
too afraid to care.

Look in the mirror,
what is it you see?
A power and strength
weakened by defeat.

A courage that ran
as life became tough,
flying boomerang,
enough is enough.

Contagious deceits
are spread by our views,
cure quick with strong will
or chaos consumes.

Power from within
our birth given right,
grasp on to this strength
choose to spread pure light.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #242, hosted by Reena

Prompt: Write whatever the featured image brings up in you.




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Win

Charming hook lures pure hearts in,
shines bright, while piercing soft skin.
Memories haunt deep within,
swims through thoughts, inventing sin.

Clever arrow, shiny head,
sails the air, misses instead.
Lucky prey runs far ahead,
follows instinct, where it led.

One more day counting the sand,
upside down regrets, still land.
Same blank day never expands,
if dictating life’s great plan.

Chew on trauma, fall in trap,
digs the mind, while leaving gaps.
Reliving thoughts till they snap,
spread large wings, that cannot flap.

Pause from climbing, feel the now,
stop asking “why”, “when” and “how”.
History can form new vows,
others do what you allow.

Free the past, create new goals,
old days gone, regain control.
Flesh can be torn, not the soul,
absorb old times, become whole.

Regrets shadow yesterday,
tomorrow follows today.
Use lessons as sound displays,
blissful days are underway.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #241, hosted by Reena

Prompt: The only ghost that scares is a past version of you.

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Integrated

Reflection seen,
is not my own.
A figurine,
eyes so well known.

Her intense stare,
held plastic smile,
creates a flare,
with unique style.

Look straight at her,
see half of me,
bright force transfers,
clears all I see.

Suddenly blinks,
her tears away.
Reads thoughts I think,
“she can not stay.”

Inhale the hues,
she left behind.
Energies fuse,
soul, heart, and mind.

Feel her essence,
linger inside.
A full presence,
that will not hide.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #239, hosted by Reena
Situation prompt : You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.

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