Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Yesterday the sky was gray,
It was just a very sad old day.
The rain came down in little showers,
Tomorrow I bet there will be little flowers.

I love the rain because then all is cool,
Not like the hot days that send us to the pool.
But a storm is in the Gulf they say on the news,
Claudine is number three, don´t blow a fuse!

Its that time of the year once again,
When storms bring us a lot of rain.
And while the plants are happy for the bath,
There is no tell what can be the storm´s wrath.

So keep on eye on the weather outside,
Don´t sit indoors and just play hide.
Be prepared for what comes and you will see,
It always better to be ready for what can be.

Brenda Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda Ysaguirre

Monday, August 17, 2009


I live the NOW,
But I want the past.
I react to the NOW,
But this cannot last.

I see the NOW,
Yet I cannot accept,
I move in the NOW,
But each day is filled with regret.

I hear you NOW,
But I remember the past,
I accept the NOW,
But my joy is in the past.

I hate the NOW,
Because you´re gone away,
I refuse the NOW,
Because I want you back today.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

Sunday, August 16, 2009


Everytime we meet now you break my heart,
Everytime I leave now it tears me apart,
Everytime I spend with you is filled with pain,
Everytime now I wonder will I be happy ever again?

We both know what is happening here,
We both know why nothing is clear.
We both know who is to blame,
We both know nothing will ever be the same.

And yet we cannot turn and walk away,
And yet I cannot say what i need to say.
And yet you fight that demon in you,
And yet you know that my love is true.

But until you accept this love will never die,
Until you can accept there was no lie,
Until you let things return to what they were,
Until you realize what we are fighting for,

There will be words that shouldn´t be said,
There will be pain that could turn my head.
There will be nothing I can do to save you,
There will be sadness until you change the things you do.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


Is it a figment of the imagination?

Is it the mind playing on realization?

Is it the fact that you are getting old?

Is this the reason you are suddenly cold?

Where is that person everyone knew?

Where is that person who was so true?

Where is that person who was filled with joy?

Where is that person who acted like a boy?

What happened to change all that?

What happened or what did not?

What happened to make you turn away,

What happened to all the joy that use to fill the day?

It came suddenly into the night,

It came suddenly without a fight,

It came suddenly and I did not see,

It came suddenly and took you away from me!
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre