Good Luck

My life's been full of nothing but good luck

When something bad or hard happened, things just fell into place perfectly

When I thought the worst, a not so bad solution was created as if I were falling to a cold hard ground just to be pulled back to reality of what people call good luck

But my luck runs thin as I start becoming an adult because I have to work

And I don't like to work.

I liked it better to sit in my room, with no worries other than finishing a book.

But now I have to check my schedule every week to see when I have to go back.

I don't want to work at a place.

I want to be someone that just lies around, blasting noise called music

I want to write

I want to do a bunch of stuff that is considered being lazy

I want to be without responsibilities

I want to kiss a girl on my bed as my hand goes inside her shirt and up to her breast

I want to lay down and watch all of the avengers movies in chronological order from captain America one to whatever they end the movies with

Maybe I could make out with a girl while watching movies

Or we could sit on my bed and blast music as I watch her face light up to the melodies and lyrics

I want to go outside and lie on the ground and read a john green book but my lawn has too many bugs so I'll settle for a good read at school, on my bed, in the tub or the toilet.

I'm scared to grow up

I never thought it'd get this fast already

I'm so use to planning, but never doing

The possibilities have always been exciting,

But now that they're a reality, I feel as if I'm at the end of reading a really good story

I don't like it when a story fully ends because I hurry it too fast and I would have to reread it

Imagination is limitless but when we're shown what's really there,

Our exploding minds of what ifs turn into what we're being told is right there

And the reality of it all is that sometimes things don’t go as planned

Sometimes you try you're best, but it’s not enough

Sometimes people can be rude

Sometimes growing up is tough

Sometimes you have to learn responsibilities

But sometimes those responsibilities show you that things will be hard, but you have to learn that growing up is tough, but it isn’t worthless

Because sometimes you could meet the nicest person ever and that’s worth more than 1000 rude people

And you don’t always have to try you're best to still achieve what you want

 

Plan

Even if it doesn’t go right, plan

Because planning is worth the pain

The pain helps us appreciate when things do go right

I want to teach by words

Written words that I want read by the minds of those that like to read

I want them to learn

Those are my plans and even though I don’t know the steps for it all, I’m trying

And I know that trying doesn’t mean a guarantee to success,

but it sure as hell is worth it

Those hours of work that didn’t end in success doesn’t mean it’s pointless hours,

it means doing what you believe in is worth those times spent

 

Maybe good luck exists

Maybe bad luck does, too

Maybe the existence of luck is just an imagination that was made by the person who got it right despite all of the things pushing towards the statements given by doubt: “Give up. It’s pointless”

Maybe luck is an imagination

And maybe imagination is limitless

But does growing up really show limitations?

Or does it give us an excuse to say that?

Maybe, if you notice, limitation is only given to those who obey

And not to the one’s who sees that we don’t always have to listen

because the only limitations we have is rules

This is why I love people who rebel

Because they show me that just because we’re supposed to do what is told, doesn’t always mean it’s good to listen

That’s what I love about being 16.

I have that excuse to step out of line and figuring out me rather what people expect

If anyone asks why I am how I am, I say, “This is my moment to be what I want to figure out even if that means not always returning a damaged good or passing a small class

“Because I’m not going to become what everyone thinks I can be just because I know a little more than I should in reality rather than scholastically

“I need to mess up to learn because these will be my mistakes to make and I will own up to it. Because that’s partly what responsibility is”

 

Maybe my luck isn’t running thin

Maybe my luck is knowing more by trying to be responsible

 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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