andrew mitchell : Writing

How long?

How long?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


There is morelength to regretthan there is forgratitude.
Amongst all your trimmings, did I reach your stuffing?

Amongst all your trimmings, did I reach your stuff..

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The trimmings from your hearthad me coming back for moreas you showered your emotionson a shave of your lovethat I carved.
The revolution of evolution!

The revolution of evolution!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Did the evolutionof Goddie outfor he was only one?Did the revolutionby Goddie outfor he was only one?Did Time's evolutionleave no godin our wakewiping..
The rip of intent!

The rip of intent!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The tearfrom my starehad youundressed already.For the rip of intentwas no morethe application -Desiredoing away with the notiona stitch in time saves ..
Scanning over winter's solstice.

Scanning over winter's solstice.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


There's a hushover the rainbowa prism of coloursin the night- fantastic!Snowflakes reflectinga star speckled night,a snowman watchesmelting in thought..
What rattles within the shy.

What rattles within the shy.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Sometimes we movein our shadowswhere memories absorbthe reflections of ourmost favourable timesbut not necessarily in good light.
Borrowed and filed in the vaults of mind.

Borrowed and filed in the vaults of mind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Every moment leaves a footprint behind in the form of a memory to be catalogued as one to remember or one to forget in the library of mind wher..
Did the nets catch your goal?

Did the nets catch your goal?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The point was.... were all your goals ever achieved? For the whole world was at your feet then you kicked it.
So! It was you!

So! It was you!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Who struck the match lighting the fuse igniting the bomb that blew two hearts? While red lips kissed drooling bodies embraced together the id..
I was scratched during the cat struts.

I was scratched during the cat struts.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Who struck a chord that lost its key in a note suspended on a melody crying as the stylus broke on a dusty groove that jumped at a scratch? ..