New adventures


I’m coming up on a new

Boat to ride.

I have just one more sea to sail

Before I step on board.

My ship mates will change

My first mates will stay but many others will simply jump

Over board.

I am excited to see new waters,

Fight for new treasures, And redraw some maps…


I’m coming up on a new trail to hike up.

I see the fork in the road,

With many twists and turns.

My party will divide, some walking a new path

Others following me on mine.


There is a new wonder of the world,

Growing in tomorrow lands,

Hiding past the badlands.

I want to be the first to explore it.

The first to become engulfed by its mystery.


On Shakespeare’s

‘Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow’

A brand new quest, brought by fate, shines

Its light

On new adventures.


Angelina Rosa, diligently writing for you Writingdilegently




Showing Myself


Writing makes me cry sometimes. At least the words I don’t show many people. I haven’t gotten halfway heartfelt until my eyes are worn red from the cathartic energy flowing from them. Those are the darkest writings, the ones that I save for days when I can console myself and just push through. After the madness of words stringing through my brain, pushing at my temples, painfully true words are my worst enemy and my best friend. Not all the tears are sad. I’ve cried because of fond memories floating above my soul. Because I miss the good old days and because I’m excited to relive them.
Wiring usually makes me smile. Always, that is the outcome. It feels so empowering to know that your thoughts make sense. They hit words that flow and explore all possibilities. And it is beautiful.

Diligently writing for you, Writingdilegently, Angelina Rosa

Stay away from me


I was so rude to you today
I was so out of character
I avoided you while in the sane room as you
Didn’t even say hello to you
But I’m not sorry for it
No way and I sorry for that
If you really wanted to speak to me
You could’ve came after me
If you really wanted to see me
You would’ve called after me
Is funny that you got her
But spend so little time with her network
You cut me off
So I’ll cut you off back
Cause they say its all fair
Now that love has turned to war

What would you say if you saw….


That one person who hurt you?
Who brought your world crumbling.
Something rude most likely
That they don’t deserve love
That they need to go to jail
Or something very vulgar.
Something true most likely
That you love them
That you still care about them
Or something heartfelt.
But the problem with that
Is when you actually get a chance, you don’t say those things.
Because then, that person
The one that caused you so much pain,
They get everything.
You get to keep your last words to them private
Because they are your words
Simply to be felt and never spoken


So scared of zombies


So many fears of rotting things rising
Walking one with man
And tearing them apart.
But I’ll tell you right now
The zombies are not to be feared
They don’t bite or scream
But hell do they groan and infect
Zombification is not a physical thing
Its a mental thing
Being dead inside but still wandering
Doing things without the umph
Without the yearning to actually do.
I’m a human surrounded by them now
And if my words cease to please me…
I’ll be one of them too I fear.



I dreamt of you last night
Except you weren’t you
And I wasn’t me
But it was so real
Yet so far off
So much love
But so much hate
Like your mind was far off
And I got what I wanted
But it wasn’t what I needed

Then I awoke
And remembered the lack of calls
The lack of care

I prefer the you I dreamt of last night