andrew mitchell : Writing

Such deception lies behind closed eyes!

Such deception lies behind closed eyes!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From the invisible mind came invisible thoughts, an audible frequency that could not be heard. What thoughts echoed down chambers full that..
The waves of rhythm in verse sunk.

The waves of rhythm in verse sunk.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The seven seas of rhythmrang out overthe light house passingas the albatross shrieked" To cry you a song",drowned in the stormthe dream in a bag colle..
The wardrobe.

The wardrobe.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The house of calling was heard on deaf ears, while behind the house of vision lies blind eyes, if only the house of intuition opened its door..
Across the street.

Across the street.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The house of Quietbecame the house of Lovewhich in turn becamethe house of Wellness.Next door, the house of Cardsbecame the house of Violencewhere the..
Contacting my inner self!

Contacting my inner self!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I thought I would look inside myself and ask how things are going. So I said to mind. “How are we doing today?” “Are we hap..
The appreciation of worth pending.

The appreciation of worth pending.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The dime I savedfor tomorrowwas not worth the centsin depreciationbut what did comewas experiencewhich money could not buy.
When tomorrow never comes.

When tomorrow never comes.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He left tomorrow behind;he didn't like today,the rainbow was yesterday.
Performing on the World's stage.

Performing on the World's stage.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On the World's stagepeople wore too many masks:in the end they didn't knowwho they were.And so the world changedlost in the theatre of impressions.
I walked along the path of today.

I walked along the path of today.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I walked along the beach today,and while I made my markin the pristine sands,I had to leave my footprints behind,but my shadow followed me home.Soon I..
There was movement in the shadow of self.

There was movement in the shadow of self.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Was there a dark side to a shadow? What lies within? Maybe shades of light on dark? Is there such thing as a bad or good shadow? What pray tell ..