andrew mitchell : Writing

The irony of looking in the glass

The irony of looking in the glass

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He who drinkshis life awaywill remainin death sober.For there’s nosuch thingas a drunkenghostthe glassis alwaysempty.
A book without a cover

A book without a cover

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A man for all emotions is a man without a mask.
In the shortness of breath

In the shortness of breath

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The mortality of any thought was in its passing not having any roots or a moment to cling to.
Inside the Golden Fleece

Inside the Golden Fleece

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On embracing the silence that surrounds me the nothingness that entertains is everything I ask for.
When Shakespeare met the Beatles

When Shakespeare met the Beatles

A Poem by andrew mitchell


To be or not to ….. Just Let it be!
We are not one with the universe

We are not one with the universe

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life is not simple because we rely on more than one cell and that’s complicated.
Most extraordinarily ordinary

Most extraordinarily ordinary

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the literature news there was a fall in the poetic index today, a drop by five verses. The stanzas however are holding up despite several l..
Every mortal beginning has an end

Every mortal beginning has an end

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The past is set in stone as is your future while in between is a blank canvas.
The unveiling of what is face value

The unveiling of what is face value

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The thought that has lost it’s face has no value amongst thieves for the truth Is revealed.
A thought unveiled is scratched

A thought unveiled is scratched

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The ink in the well ripples by heartstrings pulled the tsunami washes through bereaved thoughts where the ink runs a pen trembles all is lo..

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