ROSALIND : Writing

Inspirational of creation

Inspirational of creation

A Story by ROSALIND


MY ART WORK UNDERNEATH .FROM MY EXHIBITION AT PUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF MIND .
In the midst of darkness

In the midst of darkness

A Poem by ROSALIND


Lord you have tested meYou have known my thoughtsAnd my waysDesiresYet many decisions that I haveMade sometimesI have been pridefulJudgementalFor that..
The dog has stolen Mr Ketchup's dinner

The dog has stolen Mr Ketchup's dinner

A Story by ROSALIND


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Mr Ketchup's new mask

Mr Ketchup's new mask

A Story by ROSALIND


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Mr Ketchup's lockdown meltdown

Mr Ketchup's lockdown meltdown

A Story by ROSALIND


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A sad day for Mr Ketchup

A sad day for Mr Ketchup

A Story by ROSALIND


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Mr Ketchup learns a hard lesson

Mr Ketchup learns a hard lesson

A Story by ROSALIND


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Running on a low engine

Running on a low engine

A Poem by ROSALIND


Sometimes I don't knowwether IAM coming or going .Racing around fromPlace to placeTire myself outPeople pleaserWhen I should be pleasingGodMy relation..
Hibernate

Hibernate

A Poem by ROSALIND


Taking time outrestingLooking after meSometimes I getOverwhelmedwith rushing aroundCrowdsBusynessI need time to be meQuiet timeI need to be aloneand b..
A light in the darkest of days

A light in the darkest of days

A Poem by ROSALIND


Is this meor am I crazyI can't seemto find my wayThis road I troddingFeels like it's neverEnding.Inside it's darkPerhaps it's lonelyPsychologyPhysical..