I looked for a poem about hope,
and then realized I needed to look no further then you.
Your smiling faces, and joyful laughs
your kind hearts, and caring words.
You are my hopes and dreams;
my wish that the world will be someday come together
into the hands of what I have given you.

I give myself wholly, body and soul, to you.
To nothing, to the question of what if;
And I will jump into your infinite arms
with my heart swollen and my eyes open.

I once welcomed Death.

I thought I'd be upset if he came,

but then I realized how much worse it would be..

If he showed up, and then left.

How mad everyone would be

that I invited him in the first place.

So at the last minute I cancelled the event.

Sorry, Death.

I have the high expectation of adoration
though it is yet to be met.
But it is hard settling for a warm body in bed
when there are so many beautiful boys
writing beautiful poems
for girls that I wish
were me.

I slept on a boat and was in love with the sea
I was light, I was air, I was weightless.

But the sea has dried and my boat is a bed.
It is not my bed,
but I have made it, so I will lie in it.
It is a bed of broken glass, meticulously made.
It is not my bed,
but I have made it, so I will lie in it.

And I feel heavy
and I long for the days
when my bed was a boat
and I was in love with the sea.