2 new poems i wrote

rubber stamps
papers fly by
engines start
someone breaks a heart

and I sit
in this state
is it hate?
no
is it fate?
and I wait to find out
the path I was supposed to take after the chance was
gone

A bicycle rides along
cities crumble from war
mochas are ordered, light on the cream please
an ocean envelops an island

and I still feel stuck
3,000 pounds staring at clouds
like, why can't humans fly?
greater expectations than I should have?
to high?

my aim is off?

another Nobel peace prize is given out
will man conquer mortality before
I am gone?
so I can buy enough time to finally
become?

become me?
or become what I think I see in me?
or just
me

Is that the wrong way to phrase that?
"just me?"
maybe they are the same
the best things in life are free
so am I the worst because I don't feel
free

Items are returned
Top Raman is cooked
presidents elected
and the same sun rises
and my eyes search for
new surprises

by Micah Smith

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A window on an ocean
just the waves
a view of you
you wave, your hair
it waves

wind blows and that door opens again
a wish coming true
these things never happen to me
a door always closes

you smile
I pick it apart
make the jokes
you search for my heart
I search your eyes
looking for your ocean
is it fear I see
that's what I usually see

under the skin
maybe it's all me I see
putting it on you
you don't deserve that
if it's true

like the waves
you say goodbye with the moon
a well-spent day
tv, food
and everything we wanted to say

still in
the air

I have to leave to let it clear
remembering your hair
eyes, it never actually leaves
never easy

by Micah Smith