Rosie's Puddin' & Pie

Right now I am sitting in my large cubicle space at my new job. The Beige spotted walls remind me of leopard skin. I wonder if it's supposed to make me feel like I am more adventurous or something even though I sit and answer phones for 5 hours a day. I find it easy to compare the very different clients I speak with to the many creatures you can find in a exotic Amazon. Some clients are calm and graceful like a slow moving sloth as it climbs up a large tree. Their friendly and inviting voice makes it easy for me to approach their questions in the most professional and convincing way. Yet there are many clients that can be as intimidating as a Caiman lurking through a deep swamp looking for food. What can you even say to them? Though helping them may be your best interest they are still looking at you like food. Sometimes I can picture them licking their lips and salivating profusely on the other line. "Curl up in a ball", I think. "Play dead! Just stop t...

My 13 th birthday started like any other. I woke up around 7am to my radio alarm clock. I laid in bed for a bit like I always do just singing away to one of my favorite songs. I remember getting this happy feeling followed by a mini adrenaline rush as I thought about being a teenager, starting a new year, and feeling a little more “adult.” As my mind paraded in my happy thoughts, I started to get ready for the day. I remember singing along to the song that played until the radio announcer quickly got on the air to announce that New York’s Twin Towers were on fire a large explosion of some sort. As I left my room I walked into the living room only to find on our TV one of the Twin Towers on fire. People on the news seemed panicked as they kept going back and forth about what had happened. I kept thinking, “Was it a bomb? What’s going on? I don’t understand.” With nothing more than confusion on my mind I went to school. Teachers had the news on in all of the classrooms. M...

Life of the Married By Rosalinda It's home hard to find It's beauty undefined Difficult to open Happy to comply One with it's shell An individual, yet withheld Unique its crime Pure and divine Natural becomes real It's fragile yet feels It's faith it climbs Creates beauty anytime

Life of the Single By Rosalinda Catch it flying Soaring quickly No wall to hold it Just the sunset to lead it Only the clouds it's friends Too prideful for the nest Too adventurous for others Only it knows what's best Free to migrate Beneath it no gravity Power in it's eyes Independence, it's pride Let it fly swiftly It values the sky It needs no companion Just wants to fly high

Morning comes really fast when you have something on your mind. A constant nagging thought that keeps banging the side of your head like a hammer. You find your body still limp-still asleep, but your mind keeps saying, "Wake up, you fool, life has a new obstacle for you, and you won't be able to get through it until you figure it out RIGHT NOW!" So you think and think and think until your head starts to pound and your eyelids swell up. Soon, you try to "snap yourself out of it" by tossing and turning while you think to yourself "Turning over to my right side will make me more tired," or "If I can only find the right position, then I will fall asleep." Getting up? Well that's not an option! It's 3A.M. for goodness sakes. There could still be "bad people" running around robbing places. What if I am awake and they decide to choose my apartment? What would I do? Where would I hide? Paranoid you say? Yeah absolutely! But why you ...