Rose Rosales
Bio
My life could have been less hard knocks, but would it have been boring? All the obstacles,trials, and tragedies are probably what kept me going. Every time I was knocked down, I got back up. I didn't allow them to break me.
Stories (26/0)
Who knew
I never really gave acting much thought, until this one day that I was going to have to give an Oscar winning performance. It all started one morning in the heat of summer. I got a phone call from my brother. He's yelling that his so- called homeboys had taken his ring. A ring that our mother had given to him before she died. I ask him, what do you want to do about it? In six plane words he says, " I want you to get it" WTF is my first thought, but then I get this fucken crazy idea that I would pretend to be my brother's probation officer. You see my brothers so called homeboys didn't know me, so I had the advantage. I borrowed a friend of mines security badge and name tag and headed to the motel where my brother and homeboys were. Here goes nothing, I get there and knock at the door. This guy comes to the door, he's all sleeved out and sporting a black bandana. I show him the badge and ask for Tony, followed by I'm his probation officer and I'm trying to keep him from going to jail. By this time two more guys are at the door freaking out thinking I'm a cop. I see my brother standing way back in the room, I tell these guys I just want to tell him that he needs to come with me quietly or I would have the whole dept. down there in a matter of seconds. The one that I think is the shot caller tells my brother, look homie we don't want any shit, so my brother sees that as his q to go. As I'm walking with him towards my vehicle, I tell him that I'm going to cuff him and to just follow my lead. I call him a piece of shit for taking his father's jewelry, but I understand that he has an addiction that has compelled him to do such stupid acts. If he just gives me the jewelry, I can keep him from going to jail. I'm saying this pretty loud because his homeboys are still tuning in. So, then my brother says to me, that he thinks he left it on or by the restroom sink. Here goes nothing, I put my brother in the back seat of my car and return to the homeboys. I tell them that they need to stay away from that piece of shit I just put in my car. If they cooperated and handed me the jewelry he had stashed inside, I would not call police back up and they could go on with their merry day. Before I could finish the sentence, the so- call leader hands me two rings and says there won't be any cops, huh miss. I look to him and assure him that they had nothing to worry about, unlike their friend in my car. I thank them for being so cooperative. I turn away and walk towards the car. As I'm getting closer to this ordeal being over, I feel a sense of accomplishment come over me. I also think about it could have gone wrong in a thousand different ways. When I finally get inside my vehicle I turn to my brother and tell him I got your ring back, plus one. Please don't ever put me to have to do something as stupid as I had to do today. This was the first but not the last that I would have to put my acting ability to the test. Leave it to my brother there would be sequels.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Criminal
My Comfort
Comfort can be found in so many things, like teddy-bears, blankets and wedding rings. For me I find comfort in my memories, of my mother, and loved ones and what used to be. I remember the comfort I felt back then, I wish I could feel that again and again. Now I find comfort in random things, like writing, getting old and god's blessing... Two of those are my Jenson and Lizzy Girl, my grandbabies my comfort, my whole world. Some of life's comforts you can do without but the comforts some lives bring you is endless with no doubt.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
My Mother
I'm here because you gave me life, and in return, I caused you strife. I told you don't worry I'll be ok, but like a mom you worried anyway ... I remember thinking as I was growing up my mom is beautiful, smart, and tough. I can only hope to be like you, maybe someday that will be true. So many things that I did not say, I didn't get a chance before you went away. Now your gone what can I do... I forgot to tell you, " I Love You" Until the day when I see you again, I'll miss you, Mom, my only friend.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
Faithful Friend
I have this friend that's never let me down when I needed him he always came around. If I needed a ride he would surely oblige if he didn't have a car he would walk me side by side. I knew for a fact that to me he would never lie, he had made a point to tell me he was not that type of guy. Everything he said he said was from the heart, so that's why I believed we would never be apart. In all my life that has been true, it's always been just me and you. It's only you that I have learned to trust and trusting no others is almost a must. Remember, fairweather -friends come with no end, so trust and find yourself to be your only friend.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
My Life By The Manuscript
I´m not sure where my life is headed, clarity is not an option.It has become an incomplete sentence with a compound of run on episodes of disapointments. This is where usualy the climax of my life reveals itself.No, not for this kid. I know a little to dramatic for it to happen like that , but it sure does feel like a role I have been playing all these years .I keep waiting for the director to say cut, but he never does. All the bloopers, blunders,wrong lines and or ad-lib are all go ahead and print. There is no doing this over baby, better get it right the first time . I am turning 51 this week, wow half a century worth of takes, hopefully God grants me 50 more I will gladly do them. The first 50 have kept me on the edge of my seat, there´s never been a dull moment . This one is definitely not in the pg or g rating. There has been major car accidents,a house fire , I was hit with a car jack full force across my head,beat to a pulp on Halloween by several assailants, I have been stabbed and shot at as well, but yet I´m still hear to write about it. I choose to believe that there will be a sequel. Hopefully it will be a walk in the park, hell I will settle for a slow jog even. Definitely I will look forward to telling or writting about it.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
Sister
I pray that my sister will pick up the phone and say how are you doing I missed you, hello. That is not quite likely but I am able to dream. It would take a miracle and some angels it seems... For my sister to love me, for the reason to be, because she is my sister, but it is only my dream. She could never look past the fact, the fact I am a junkie, to her I am just a bum, a bum with a monkey. Can I not be judged, for the drugs I did, I am still just your sister, the one you chose to conveniently omit. The memories of, when we were little...You´ve become an enigma to me and for you me a riddle.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
Betrayed by Within
I scream loud but you do not hear me, no matter what I do. You choose to walk right past me like you have not a clue. So now I ask you, are you a friend or a foe I need to know to hold on or let go. Tell me the truth please do not pretend is this the beginning for me or the end... All the voices I heard I will repeat what was said, they shouted don't trust him if you do you will be dead. I am worried now because they said you will attack; I will not stand a chance I better fight back...Who do I trust you or them... But I would not be asking if you were really my friend.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
I Hurt No One But Me
I stand right before you trying to be tough .........The tears in my eyes just were not enough. To stop you from saying oh such hurtful things but for you, it´s all pleasure you say it and grin. How can you treat me... the way that you do. I´m your reflection you only hurt you. When will you stop abusing yourself You will realize in time there is no one else. Don´ condemn yourself for things from the past it will weigh on your shoulders like a big heavy mast. Live your life with no regrets aim your stakes high on all your bets. Now you know how you hurt me, I can not be any clearer Remember I am you, a Reflection in the mirror
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
Was that my Son
Was that my son that passed right by me and spoke no words not even one It looked like him and walked like him but still I could be wrong. But for some time I could not see what my son was soon turning and changing to be.I told myself its just a phase to disrespect me my son no way. Little did I know that soon he would become that poor lost soul How can I reach him now that he´s lost I would try anything at any cost .....Now I know now what must be done to put a stop to whats become My son and drugs are now just one...
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
My Opinion: A Scary Thought
I have been afraid of different things, like, horses, clowns, and when Tiny Tim sings. I have even cowered when I was alone at night so much that I´d leave on the light. Even some dogs, snakes, and roaches too, have scared me also through and through. All these things have caused me some fright, but not more than what occurred to me last night. The one thing that terrifies me most sincerely is for my sister to unplug me prematurely Is this a real fear you can ask another I say why not she did it to our mother.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
What's That Smell
Do you remember the first car you got for me when I was in high school? It was a Monte Carlo. I remember thinking that it looked like something an old lady might drive. Boy was I wrong after my first ride I knew that my car and I were destined for each other. I know you told me that I was to only drive to school and back. I had promised that I would, but something or someone convinced me otherwise even though I remember there were consequences if I didn't follow the rules you had given me. If at any point I used the car for any other reason than for school, you would send my car back to the car dealership, so easy set of rules to follow, I thought. We´ll somehow I let my friends talk me into taking her for a joyride one night. We will be back before she even notices that you´re gone my best friend says reassuring me. I remember getting to Padre Island and just punching the gas making all kinds of doughnuts in the sand. Yes, we were drinking some but I was driving and I made sure not to get drunk. That was my way of stating that there´s no defiance here. In all the fun, the laughter, and beer drinking I somehow lost control of the wheel and hit a dune. Holy shit I fucked up now is what went through my mind and out my mouth. We all got out to see the damage that I made to the car. I sure did pray to any gods at that time. Hear me he did there was no damage to the car. All we had to do was clean the sand out of the car and close the trunk. As hard as we hit that damn sand the trunk opening is all that really happened, after all, it was just sand. It took the rest of the night to clean the car but I had it back in the garage with an hour to spare. Everything was as it should be or so I thought. Never in a million years would I have guessed what happens next. Now you know how the fish got into the trunk, mom. I remember the confused look on your face when my uncle told you it was a fish that was stinking up the garage in the trunk of the car added to your confused look. My only regret in all this mom is that I´m telling you the truth finaly but your not here to hear it no matter how loud I scream it. I miss you ,Mom.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
Goodbye 2U
Where are you going, I yelled as she walked out the door. No answer just silence need I, to say more usually I know when she's mad, sad or high This time I can't, or I can´t tell you why. Usually on Fridays, Saturdays and such it was always a party we didn´t care much All kinds of drugs we welcomed with glee we were all still young it didn´t matter to me. We did things together rather I liked it or not, it was just us two that wasn´t a lot.
By Rose Rosales2 years ago in Poets
