Assured

Approval is given with just a look,
invisibly measured like reading a book.
Acknowledging smile appears in the eyes,
a wink or a nod may help to decide
.

Approval is given when one does not seek,
acceptance conveying what words can not speak.
Preferential treatment to those without care,
a pretty demeanor will keep people there
.

What is in it for me?, is often asked.
A heart that is pure but mind fully masked.
Fears always keep looming and dancing inside,
exposing all terrors that try hard to hide
.

Approval most given is rarely needed,
try to please them all but most are defeated.
The others are captured, engulfed in their thoughts,
displaying a shell, hoping it is bought
.

Approval once given is thrown in the trash,
grab what is offered then leave in a dash.
Forgiving it all for perceived approval,
erasing all doubts, drowned ego removal
.


– Grace Y. Estevez



Capability

Would you pass a tissue,
or wipe off someones tears?
Would you speak from your heart,
or freeze from anxious fears?

Would you feed from your core,
a good lesson you learned?
Would you pass by quickly,
walking too scared to turn?

Would you run from the truth,
you have hidden inside?
Would you escape yourself,
find a new place to hide?

If I behave offbeat,
would you run from me too?
If I search for answers,
would you throw me a clue?

If I aim for self care,
should I burn from pure guilt?
If I think my own thoughts,
will it break what we built?

If I start to comply,
change my image for you?
If I loose who I am,
will I still be called true?


– Grace Y. Estevez

Game over

I do not wish to play your game,
the twisted webs drive me insane.
Must hear your thoughts before expressed,
all interactions turn to dread
.

I do not want to play your game,
no room for change, always the same.
Riddles and clues shoved in my head,
clear expectations, mixed instead.


I do not need to play your game,
never believed in placing blame.
If something cracks, I look inside,
no need to point or try to hide.

I do not know rules for your game,
laws often change without an aim.
People are pawns, your words cruel darts,
all set to play misguided parts.

I will no longer play your game,
intentions pure, no need for shame.
No more pretense or need for lies
to self preserve, I say goodbye.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Phoenix

Feeling so used,
but still refuse,
to be subdued,
by an excuse
.

Feeling so hallow,
but will not wallow,
in any sorrow,
search for tomorrow.

Feeling so wrong,
will not prolong,
must skip along,
my heart beats strong
.

Feeling so mellow,
embracing yellow,
erase the echoes,
start hearing cellos.


Feeling alive,
dreams take a drive,
ambitions fly,
way past the sky.

Feeling so ready,
emotions steady,
negative buried,
life will be merry.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Mentor

He taught me many lessons,
ones I cannot soon forget:
“Always give your very best,
so you never face regrets.”

On his own and with no guidance,
made him wise beyond his years:
“If your sad, have a good cry,
let your hands wipe your own tears.”

Through time fake friendships withered,
never had much family:
“Better off being alone,
than around bad company.”

Hard at work for a low wage,
money came but rarely stayed:
“Feel no guilt obtaining wants,
needs will be met everyday.”

Gave himself to all in need,
and always handed respect:
“If you give, give from your heart,
just make sure to not expect.”

– Grace Y. Estevez

Episode

It begins with a lump,
that I find hard to swallow.
Mimicked by the night sky,
the moon is looking hollow.
In search for a kind hand,
or a star I could follow.
Emerging from the past,
without a need to wallow.

The ground sinks like quick sand,
with each heavy step I take.
Nervous attempt to smile,
but come off awkward and fake.
Outside the ground is frozen,
inside my spirit bakes.
A wish covered in silence,
with no glass wounds to break.

My palms become the ocean,
my mouth dry desert land.
Quickest trembling rhythm,
possessing disarmed hands.
Anxiety soon arises,

choosing a firmer stand.
Confusing every thought,
obstructing any plan.

My eyes soon find a star,
I watch her as she twinkles.
I open my scared heart,
then ask her for a sprinkle.
A tidbit of bright light,
will iron out the wrinkles.
Conquering one more time,
this one was a mere tickle
.

– Grace Y. Estevez.








Tips

A promise or bond,
should never be broken
As words that are said,
can not be unspoken.
Be careful with words,

that escape from your mouth.
They could stick like glue,
fill others with doubt.
The right choice of words,

can make someone love you.
Contrary to this,
the wrong ones can undo.


As people observe,
choosing what they believe.
A close witnessed scene,
can no longer deceive.
When trusting your eyes,

to lead you towards truth.
Perceive with all senses,
and stumble on proof.
Start clearing your mind,

change your point of view.
While looking around,
choose the path made by you.

– Grace Y. Estevez


Dawn

Close my sleepy eyes.
Pillows quench my memories.
Hello bright sunshine.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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