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...