Pocket MonsterI was walking to class, another day of school, ugh, but whatever I mean, we need to learn so we can have a 'successful future.' Anyway, for me, it just seemed like an ordinary day. I twisted the cold metal handle and walked into Ms. Jenningson's room, "Well, good morning Phillip.""Oh uh, good morning, Mrs.Jenningson."I kind of gave a nervous smile and headed back to the back of a classroom in the corner I usually sit in."Haha, here's the emo kid again," laughed Jaxon, one of the jocks in my class."whatever," I mumbled and took my seat."what?""nothing.""sure so what goes on your head, you 'poor little misunderstood' boy?" h
The Golden OnesThe golden, winged creatures.Shining brighter than the sun,How can they hold so much spiritSo much confidence for something so small.To dare to glide across starry nights, or golden mornings.Or dive down and catch it's prey.Bravery, confidence in every strand in each featherGlowing bright while swimming in the sky