As it is

Dug out this poem I wrote when I was 14 or 15. I think it was a good representation of the stuff that transpires within me...

As it is

the World,

for all that eyes have seen and ears have heard
the love and hate I know so well
the lesbians and gays who make life fun
the dreams of purest hearts
to nightmares of haunted murderers
the hierarchy of height among college boys
the hungers of dying African children
the lusts of billionaires
fresh furry cubs and kittens
pretty paper notes and roses
dainty coughs and sweet sneezes
laughter and embarrassment
bright green leaves
eternal omnipresent sky
dirty dull musty murky slums and bright sunny school-girls' neighbourhoods
nagging loving moms crazy dads siblings who always know to hog computers when you need it most
pretty superpowered heroes and heroines
fantasies paradises worlds that never were will never be
for love lost and found
lives given lives taken
cold carved stone fiery burning passionate desire tears of pearl and baby smooth skin jealousy and orgasm indescribable mindwrecking galaxies heavens abysses and soul
and most of all
for all the experiences thoughts stories

that make eyes darker
but lives richer

I love the life you've shed on me