I tried to be like Grace Kelly but all her looks were too sad. Tuesday, March 11, 2014. Death has always been a metaphor for broken hearts and dirty dishes. But the truth is I am terrified of dying, maybe because a week ago death was all too real for me. But it all started the night of February 27.

Sunday, May 24, 2015. What high school taught me. Than to be known as a girl that you can walk all over. What high school taught me. Was that you must memorize the quadratic equation at all costs. And while it may be easy to forgive. What high school taught me.

I Gave Her My Heart, She Gave Me A Pen. Saturday, November 8, 2014. Board shorts and flip flops. Memories of board shorts and flip flops. Snow cones and hikes in the mountains. Early morning bike rides and late night walks in the park. Waking up to the sunrise and falling asleep under the stars. Movie marathons and days at lagoon.

Her soul was painted across the universe. E X P O S E D. Tuesday, April 29, 2014. The bone shattering sound of. And the muscles that ran up his. All the wars inside myself. And in that moment, my universe and all my pieces were exposed. At his wrists and my wrists and thinking how they looked so perfect together in a.

Monday, March 16, 2015. How can you say you still love me or even loved me at all. You never really seemed to care. Your words mean nothing and your actions are shit. Despite how long and hard I tried to keep you in it, cant you see that you cant be in my life anymore? I had so much love to give and wasted it on you. I close my eyes as I hold my pillow tight, I finally fall asleep and get a break from the all the thoughts of you. Thursday, January 1, 2015. Why cant you try harder? .

Friday, January 10, 2014. I decided I have an analogy for the analogy of Paris. Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl. Big, fat, lone, respected, -Bull Bencher. Sky,000,000,000,000. I go up with the smoke.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013. Two Minutes and Five Seconds. This is basically my life right now. The Princess and the Pluviophile.

My head spilled into this computer. Monday, May 12, 2014. And forever remains the change from here to then. Thursday, January 9, 2014. I figured for my slam poem I would take a different direction. I wanted to write something that felt different than all my other crap. And my lips are wet.

Sunday, January 12, 2014. The first day of Paris. I felt that passion and inspiration for life. The second day of Paris. It got better and better. It became a place of refuge for my emotions. Somewhere I always wanted to go to. As I wandered through Paris I opened my eyes to poetry as an essential part of life.