The Magic of Writing
There’s something magic about a page, when letters turn to words, turn to phrase. Each with meaning and powerful tone, giving books a breath, a soul, a life their own. C.A Sullivan
Judgement
Sometimes we tell our truth only to get laughed at. Sometimes we wear our heart on our sleeve only to have it ripped off. Sometimes we bare our secrets wanting them to set us free only to be destroyed by them. Sometimes we are vulnerable only to be made a fool. Sometimes. The rest of…
Facets of a Woman
I don’t fit into a box. I have so many interests and loves, you can’t simply confine, all that is mine, between these four walls of time. I don’t fit any label. I have so many facets and sides, you can’t possibly see, all that is me, this I can guarantee. C.A. Sullivan
Love
Love demands everything and wants nothing. It grows powerful but makes one powerless. Love conquers all and destroys some. It repairs broken hearts but causes heartbreak. Love feels strong and is felt by the weak. Love builds slowly but it can be taken away quickly. Who are we without love? Empty reflections of our true…
Night Love
When night falls, our hearts touch. Speech becomes absent. I stand before you, yours for the taking. The best of friends, the most passionate of lovers, such a whirlwind is our love. As the night fades, the magic lifts, and I find myself alone. Until the next time, we meet again, in the deepest part,…
Book Traveler
As I read each word, the sentence comes together, painting pictures in my minds eye, of places thought lost forever. As I turn the page, and drift further away, diving deeper into a time, far from that of today. Where dreams are real, and time is lost, never to return, not caring the cost. -…
Monsters
I live with a monster, that prays on my weakness, it destroys my self-worth, and leaves me with meekness. I live with a monster, that knows my mistakes, it uses them like daggers, and leaves me with heartache. I live with a monster, that carves away what’s left, of any piece of worth, that I…
A Dreamer’s Dream
Under stormy skies,she walked the mores for hours.Alone, yet never feeling his absence.The moon glowed behind the clouds,calling to her in the night.She crossed the rushing rivers bridge,through the forest of darkness,and into the realm,where only dreamer’s dream.There she stayed,to rest her head,and slumber deep.For the moon nor the spirit,could reach her there. – C.A.…
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