Poems from Ciaradennison

When I dream of purity, my mind resonates on the sweet scent of honey.  Honey, in her most natural state,  her golden richness,  pure,...
In a world so celebrated by skin blanketed by shallow democracies and a will for perfection,  she is not scared.  She is not hurt, she...
Its a Saturday. My internal alarm only blares for a sweet second before I am forced to part ways with my dreams.  I get up look around, ...
Her hips they sway like the current,  Her lips they set like the sun Her thoughts the spit like hellfire Mind volatile The world is not...