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Blood, Water, Love By: Mike Corvin Life began to move again as he worked Days went by slowly, but weeks moved quickly Work progressed and slowly he began to move on. Being so far he gained his distance, forgiving slightly Never could he forget, always he'd regret. Love and Care is easy to find. True undying, unyielding, Love is a challenge. He no longer expected it from anywhwere, anyone His friends have his love, his support Giving his all for them would be easy My Friends, You Are my Family, I Love You All

Time Flows Both Ways By: Mike Corvin As time wore on he calmed Accepting that he could never see her again. He hated that he was gone; however, Rejoiced that he could never be the one to hurt her Knowing that she was safe from him, he cried He cried for their memories together, For their special days, Happy moments, and Silent smiles. As Time flowed past in his mind's eye he watched He closed his eyes but the image of her walking away.. That image remained, reflected in his falling tears. He smiled softly under his tears as he opened his eyes. Only as she left could he truly see his own errors. The things he had done wrong haunted him rep

-A Journey Began- By: Mike Corvin As the suns final rays disappeared over the mountainous terrain, He saw the barren wasteland before him, Hope draining as he saw the long journey ahead of him. What he was searching for may only have been a rumor of a mirage, But he held onto the faint glimmer of hope as the Moon appeared. The Moon reflected back to him his hopes of the day and he paused, Reflecting on his journey he looked forward and carried on. Patience was not in his nature, but he would try. He would walk this barren land until he found the rumor's source This lost land of green plains and monstrous trees for shade. He would

Drowning By: Mike Corvin As the lights blink out and the sky falls, The land Darkens and crumbles beneath you While the River turns to blood and slowly dries out. All of this from three words that can stop a world. As I say these three words I know I could never have stopped them Yet I know they will always be true. I’m no longer afraid as the sound of these words escapes my lips. I feel your soft touch on my back, on my face, And I slowly smile as your lips brush my cheek. Turning my head I brush your nose with mine, smiling softly. My eyes light up and soon I am holding you in my arms again. While I hold you it is obvious what my

A Feeling of Love? By: Mike Corvin How does one explain the feeling of Love? Is the touch of a Lover that of a friend? Is the love of a friend the Passion of a Lover? Can love truly last if spread so simply and given so harshly? Is loving your friend truly right? Yet is it truly wrong? The pain, the passion, the happiness, is all there. Is it wrong? Wrong to love more than one? What do you do? How do you proceed? Do you hope as you go down the river? Do you turn to the distance and ask? Do you look to the sky and pray? Can you tell them? Should you? The words hang in your Mouth as you slowly let them out on by one. “I Love You”

Is Anything Sweeter? By: Mike Corvin As he sat sleepless and alone in the morning, he pondered, Thinking of passion and love, of lust and desire. He thought of her lips, of her touch, and of her eyes. He let his thoughts of her wander as Night turned to day. Thinking of all the times that he would be away, His mind wandered, undressing her slowly even as he held his hands at bay. He watched as she walked, he listened as she talked He felt her touch as they lay in each other’s arms In mind only could she be his, in mind only could he do anything. They both had limits, limits they fought, passed, limits they barely touched. Sets of li

Fickle Hope By: Mike Corvin He thought he had the time Thought that distance would not stop him Never knowing what his true future held But still he hoped it would end up alright Hope had led him astray before, But he knew that he needed it to continue on Hope had left him in dismal places And yet hope had pulled him out again. He dreamed with hope for a brighter tomorrow, Knowing he had so very little time left. He spent his time like there was no tomorrow. For even with hope it is not guaranteed. He knew what he wanted, that bad vision. He knew his heart’s desires, his soul’s, and his body’s. Trying to keep them at bay

The Skies of Tomorrow By: Mike Corvin As he reached the hill he saw it was really a cliff He couldn’t see anyone as he looked up from the base, only the sky As he clambered up the sheer rock face, he thought, He thought of his friends that had always been around He thought of the sky, of his future, of his life, Thinking of how they connected him and his friends. Pausing his climb he watched the sky, He watched the birds fly, the clouds roll by, and the sun set in the sky. In the semi-darkness he reached a steeper incline. He called out for help in his confusion He felt four pairs of hands lifting him up out of the darkness. As he r

The Landscape of Distance By: Mike Corvin Upon his awakening he found a new world A world of sorrow and disposition In this new world he knew not what would happen He could not fathom what was to befall him next. He tried to think and plan, but the river was running dry. He watched as the raging flood once more became a dry trickle Not of hope now, but of sorrow, of despair, and of contrition. Whether his eyes were open or shut his tears welled up Threatening to refill the river if only to dry him out. He would happily have drowned in the wallow if not for them. Stopping he turned and saw his loved ones on a distant hill top. Bidding his f

The River of Time By: Mike Corvin In the dry riverbed he saw a small trickle, He saw the Land’s hope, Mother Nature’s single tear, Being shed slowly down the barren countryside. As he sat alone with only his thoughts in mind, He thought of them, his friends, his family, his loved ones And he thought of what he would do for them. As his thoughts turned to rage at those who would hurt them, He watched the hopeful somber trickle become a raging red river of blood. He felt the blood nourish the fire in his heart, Watched as it drowned the wicked and soaked the land. Then he watched as it slipped away, swallowed by the dirt, As it wa