Pressure

Pressure The gun goes off, and so do I. My options are simple; win the race or die. Any incentive I need is answered with a glance to the sky. The adrenaline pumps as a…

Wishing Poem

by Naina Kamath Many days are spent wishing Wanting things that aren’t worth taking The desires become so overwhelming You see yourself and cringe Traits that follow are jealously and anticipation but then you have…