andrew mitchell : Writing

the bog.

the bog.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


....in the puddleof no return,the murky waterswere just too deep.
On a starry, starry night, a shooting star!

On a starry, starry night, a shooting star!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Calamity ties inon astrology's glamourwho pride themselves,predicting your fateon stars aligned;only to seeyour stars falter --the horror-scope.How do..
Hindsight!

Hindsight!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Nothing is freefrom consequences,even beyond the worldof reason, or even disbelievingcame the cost from knowing.
A tour of mind.

A tour of mind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A detour to the macabrewas no morea tour of the mind;a surreal journey- a building of kind,each room tenanted.Through revolving doors one enters,down ..
Suddenly, there was a queue of applicants.

Suddenly, there was a queue of applicants.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The key to sexcess was determined by owning the passport of excess, and having lots of money.
The road to wisdom!

The road to wisdom!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Starting on empty the head rolled down the highway of hard knocks, only stopping to refuel at the station called Wisdom.
Between two worlds, nothing!

Between two worlds, nothing!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Walking hand in hand, the curse of not knowing had an ally, the damnation from knowing, together they ruled.
The mind reader empties the trash!

The mind reader empties the trash!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Arriving at her doorstep, I was confronted by a subliminal message " Wipe your thoughts before you come inside." So I knocked three times, sh..
Welcome to my nightmare!

Welcome to my nightmare!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Just macabre fun.
Equals?

Equals?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Equals! In the battle of the sexes, no one won, for the goal in life was the sensation be it pain or pleasure. ,