andrew mitchell : Writing

How green is your cactus?

How green is your cactus?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The problem of having a fence, there is always two points of view. How green is your cactus?
Her condiments!

Her condiments!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Her condiments!I peppered your thoughts,you took mewith a pinch of salt,your response...rather sweet, but sour.Then, I feltyour heat in the oven,somew..
Hey! That's not fair!

Hey! That's not fair!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Hey! That's not fair!He who hath no fury,will be runneth overby the who that has.It's just Mother's rules;the strong over the meek,the carnivorous ove..
I was a rock once.

I was a rock once.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I was a rock once. I was a rock once, but they kept chipping away until I became like the rest; now you can take me as I am with a grain of ..
Win some,lose some.

Win some,lose some.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Win some, lose some. In the school of hard knocks, lying down, the stars flickered on black canvas.
I can't hear you, there's no sign language!

I can't hear you, there's no sign language!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I can't hear you, there's no sign language!They said..." It's not over 'til the fat lady sings!"But what about,if you're deaf!
Good ole Santa

Good ole Santa

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Good ole Santa. Why is Santa always smiling? He knows where all the bad girls live! :-)
Are you okay,mother?

Are you okay,mother?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


As mother watched man, yet again leave his mark on her, now scarred, she suffered another furball.
The color of regret, grey.

The color of regret, grey.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The color of regret, grey. No matter, how many times he tried, to wipe the black with the white, he ended with grey.