Miles

You say your life sucks
No one could have worse luck
Every thing seems to go wrong
Your name should be Murphy

Your beds a new geometric shape
Cause every side is the wrong side
The showers always is cold
And you’re always out of milk
It’s a new day, but still feels like a Monday

They ask, “Is it just
One of those days?”
You can’t help but answer
It’s just my luck, just my life

You seem to always trip
Never fail to fall
Only ever seeing dark
All day, every day

It tends to rain on your birthday
And you never have a parking spot
When you look into tomorrow
You accept it will be like today

Dude, just open your eyes
For all of the bad there is good
For every wrong there is a right
You just tend to stay one side

So come on over and see the light
With so much positive within you reach
You must need glasses not to notice it
Life is good, it might be great
It just depends how you see it

It's 12:15am and I'm suppose to be writing my essay but I needed to take a minute and write. So I have this friend that I've known since 2nd grade. Interesting story actually, he moved away after 2nd grade and we didn't talk for about 10 years maybe? And then one day we found each other on facebook and have been talking every since. I consider him one of my best friends. Truly, best friends. I tell him everything when I can. And I mean EVERYTHING. I never have to whole back. He lives in New Jersey now and doesn't know anyone at my school and I don't know anyone at his so its easy for us to talk to each other about stuff that's going on in our lives without having to worry about drama starting and what not.

Anyways, Miles is quite the poet. He's amazing. Everyday he sends me a new poem. The one above is one he sent me today. I read it and said, as usual, "Miles this is fantastic" and today I got a very surprising response. His response was, "I wrote it last night when I was drunk". Hmm... well that was interesting. I still like it but I was shocked at how much concentration he had. A lot of the poems Miles write really apply to my life. It's crazy. Sometimes it feels like he writes the poems I wish I could write. He will be famous one day.

Before Miles had his own website with his poems listed on it, I used to write down all the poems he wrote in my agenda so during the day when I'm feeling down I could just open it up and read one.

My favorite one of all is the following...

They can tell by your smile

that you're such a love child.

And every man in this place,

would love to be in your space.

As the night settles down,

you'd meet a lot of clever clowns.

And I'll do my best,

to be better than the rest.

The first time I read this I cried. I wanted someone to write this to me. Miles did not write this for me. He wrote it for the girl he loved. He just shared it with me, but it is still one of my favorites. Its amazing though. Every poem he wrote applies to me in some way. Its insane. Anyways, that's the story of Mr. Miles Camp. He will be famous one day and I will be so thrilled to say I'm friends with a famous poet : ]

On another note... scholarship essays. They take so much time. A friend of mine said "Time is money. I'm spending time filling out applications to get money". Haha. She's great. I'm stumped on this one. All I had to do it write about what or who has influenced me to seek further education. One word: mom. My mom has been my main influence, yet I cannot write 1 whole page about it. I just can't. I can't get my thoughts out of my head and on to the paper. It's frustrating me. All I need is a few more sentences yet I have no idea what more to write. I just need to suck it up and get it finished.

Alright, going to finish it now.

Now...

Goodnight,

Jess

Ahhh. I can't go yet. I have something on my mind and don't know who to go too. I can't even go to Miles about this because he wouldn't understand. And it's killing me.

....wait. I know exactly who to go to. He's always there for me and helps me get through everything.

Alright, now I am going for sure.

Night.