Love creates the most beautiful experiences, yet demands the most painful sacrifices.

I feel a lot of inexplicable anxiety when I'm doing simple, everyday things in public, like drinking water. This piece is a humourous exaggeration of the thoughts that go through my head when I'm drinking from a water fountain.

This poem had to do with time, as you can see, I have my own experiences with time.

My piece of writing explores my complex relationship with diving–a sport that fills me with exhilaration and passion yet fear and anxiety at the same time. As a competitive diver, I feel burdened by the pressure to perform my best which can be overwhelming.

When I was young at recess, we would pick the yellow flowers from on the sides of the swing sets. My peers and I gave these flowers several purposes like creating the bouquet for imaginary weddings, or the crowns for playing princess.

Poetry is how I communicate a feeling that is too complicated for a name. It helps me to explain things that I otherwise couldn't. I write mostly unfiltered and purely from a burst of inspiration.

My Grandfather's name was William Smith. This piece is written about and for him. He showed me what it was like to be brave and strong with stories of war and love.

This piece discusses my personal struggles with jealousy. I think that it's intriguing because I haven't really seen people go into depth about jealousy in this way because both characters don't have any diminishing traits, yet one still feels disgusted by the other.

The inspiration for this poem was the concept of comparison and unrequited love.

"Constant" was inspired in large part by my own experiences.

Poetry is one of my favorite methods to express internal feelings that sometimes being said straightforward doesn't complete the mood.

Poem "Soul Strings": I have always believed in order to love someone else you need to solidify yourself. Including the idea that the connection through the soul is always deeper than flesh.

Childhood has a soft innocence that is the bane of those who have it, but the envy of those that do not.

A plastic bag holding a newly purchased journal often also contains a pack of sparkly gel pens or pastel highlighters for creating orderly to-do lists or tracking new year's resolutions.

My artwork is a poem that I wrote for my best friend Quin, whom I met last year online.

I am famous among my family and friends for making the absolute worst puns and dad jokes, so I decided to submit them.

My poem shows the frustration a person can through when they've worked so hard on something, only for it to be taken away by someone else.