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Mark Grover Oct 2023
He saw the white flash as it envelop him
He could feel the weight
So comforting
But soon the light gave audience
to that which hid beyond the light
That which was him
Before
He could see the light melting away
Like snow
Like that snow
From that day
He could still see her
Contorted as she lay on that blanket of white
Her body peach and pink on the white white snow
He remembers covering her with that snow
And then watching patches of it melt away
Peach and pink poking through the white
And he would throw on more of that snow
Over and over
The cycle seemed to go on forever
But eventually that snow ceased to melt
She was too cold
Peach and pink
replaced by
blue and gray
He tried to throw snow
on the mental pictures
that were flooding back
But these sins were
too hot
to stay buried for
too long
Oh god
It had all come back to him
Why hadn’t he stop with her
Why were there more
He saw them all
Each and every one
Like a flip book
Being played again
and again
This is a companion piece to the poem 'Again'
Mark Grover Sep 2023
This is the story of a truly evil man
He does not remember who he is
or the twisted things he did in the past.  
He lives a life unencumbered with regret, or guilt.
Free to move forward in the world.  
A ship suddenly at full sail with no anchor.
Just brightness and possibility
and speed from the lightness of a bleach spotless soul.
Then one day a sickening spark is ignited.  
Like a flash going off
gives a brief glimpse of things that wait in the dark.  
Soon the occasional flash becomes a strobe light.  
All his actions from the past coming flickering back into view.  
Like a madman running at you from across a field.
The strobe always blinking.  
What will he do when the madman gets to him,
becomes him,
reclaims him,
is him
again?
Mark Grover May 2023
Goodbye for now,
I must take my leave
My soul's been spent, I can't allow
More of my heart to grieve

It's time for rest, to bid adieu,
Thanks for all you've done,
For words you've shared, for moments true,
But my eyes grow tired of the sun

My thoughts are foggy, hard to see,
Can't make it all make sense,
Like echoes of a memory,
Of life that once was dense.

As darkness settles, I'll tip my hat,
And say goodbye to all,
May what I leave not fall so flat,
But shine and never pall

Goodbye for now
Mark Grover May 2023
The blue sky in my eye
is dotted with birds that fly.
Like a brand new lie
from which one cannot pry
the truth.
It is like the games of our
youth
so free, so unfettered by logic.
I can only hope to pick the truth
from the popular beliefs.
To stand alone as if of stone
against the ragging winds
of fashionable thought
Mark Grover Apr 2023
The light turned red
I stopped and fell into a song
Or the beat
Or the lyrics more likely
I started to make them my own
Just the cadence as a guide
Reminiscing about things
That never happen to me
I allowed myself to float
On that lake of stolen memories

And then
The light turned green
While still shaking off the memories
That clung to me like water
I took my turn and rolled forward
That is when it all exploded
And I learned
That just because it’s your turn
Doesn’t mean you go next
That knowledge came at the cost
Of my left leg
But it is ok
Now I’m all right
Mark Grover Feb 2023
Thanks for being the heartache
That lead me to the daybreak
Of the rest and best of my life
You were the detour I needed
Without it I couldn't have succeeded
In finding the one
That makes me wish the sun
Would stretch its run
And give me more time
With the one love that is mine
Mark Grover Feb 2023
You will never make a change in time
If all you do is nickel and dime
Gotta step out of your comfort zone
And be ready to live life close to the bone

You can go far from your home
Just throw care to the wind and roam
But making it back from a distance land
My son, that is what makes you a man
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