Poems from lemoak
My eyes are burning.
I keep telling myself that this too will pass, that I can get myself out of this again.
But how many times have I...
I will taste the stars
And most likely scorch my tongue,
But I will return
To fly yet once more
Amongst the burnt-out, dead husks
Of...
I have memories attached
to curves in the
road, moments encapsulated by
long strentches of highway. They
return briefly to existence as...