Sickly Skeleton
Micah Lynn // Woodford County
The human race deserves a diagnosis
We sold ourselves off before the appraisal
Our will to live is as thin as mountain mist
Life just long enough to let it get dull
What’s the diagnosis for a sickly skeleton?
All you are is a bag of meat
We shook off our legs and donned some new fins
Reversed our evolution and sank to the sea
Earth’s getting smaller so you might as well swim
Nothing to do, so might as well dip your feet
Rust Belt
All abandoned, all alone
This pile of bricks is not a home
Old factories, hearts that bled on the streets
Until something new clogged the arteries
This deserted warehouse resembles my life
A strain of memories left alone in strife
And as my C.R.E.B. absorbs those old, old emotions
I collapse and become a whole new person
Ode to the elevators
Ode to the skyscrapers
These crowns on the horizon, the night will never wake
Until these tubes of lights are put in their place
And the stars can
The stars can be traced
Rusted pedways over the roads
The rivers to other places go
And as they lay empty I truly know
The rust belt’s just like my broken home
And the neighborhoods move farther out as the ones inside collapse
The city implodes as it expands, and outside it mirrors past
New factories are up, and the town is moving on
Beyond the county line lays a future rust belt notch
Ode to the elevators
Ode to the skyscrapers
These crowns on the horizon, the night will never wake
Until these tubes of lights are put in their place
To see the memories, and to make anew
You gotta start over, find someone who won’t break you
Until they do
They always do
Voids
It’s a placid town, a cute suburban complex
There are nice neighbors and we clean up each mess
There is nothing empty about your own ignorance
The grass isn’t greener if you can’t see over the fence
And in the void nobody knows of the shallows
That creep up on you slowly when your skull is hollow
There's an abyss under the sidewalk
We covered it with concrete and we made art with chalk
All the kids are happy and it's all okay
All the kids are fine with our cycle of days
Cover the void with a brick wall
The bricks are the kids, you educate them all
The tile floor and the pavement
The giant trucks mixing cement
They're making the roads into loops
The same mistakes from the same point of views
You're just another grain of sand in the mixer
There's no escape, there is no fixer
You can't escape the void
You drive away but the roads are toys
On the big scale there is no escape
On the market, there's no greater place
Get a job and buy a mansion
The more money you have the less you sense the tension
There is nothing empty about your own ignorance
The grass isn't greener if you can't see over the fence
Seaheaven
We accept our doomed fate as it is
The gravity of the situation fades away like fizz
And as I drink, we can both drink to this
The facts are thin as mountain mist
Am I depressed, or am I just trapped
A perfect beach but I'm still a rat
I have habits of wearing thoughts like a hat
Heart on my sleeve, insanity in the vat
“No, no, no, no, no, it's fine, it's fine
Please let me listen, and… Take your time”
I talk about the portraits and their moving eyes
I talk about the knots and how I can't untie
And as I'm talking to the phone I know he cut the line
But there’s no one else listening, so would you be so kind
To put me back on the front of the list
I'm the piece of needle in your stack of bliss
I know you're not listening, but there’s no one else
Nothingness is cold, and talking is cold as hell
I prefer the cell
Soliloquy, oh come take me, I must talk to myself
I prefer a mirror
What a shame, oh people blame, and people disappear
Live audience waiting still, yeah Shakespeare thinks he's funny
When the sun is a flashlight with a good battery, well it is always sunny
She said: “if you want to do destroy yourself, let me go or something”
I looked at her and smiled, say, “I’d like a little company”
“I'm the creator, you are the star”
he said
“There’s a giant world for you, yet you're stuck in tar”
Too many stars to count, when you die it takes some time to disappear
Never heard such scary words- what's New Orleans like this time of year?