andrew mitchell : Writing

The Plan intended.

The Plan intended.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The Plan intended.When the miss becamemore transparent, there was no miss at all, you became mrs, the plan all along.
Don't go Mad Hatter!

Don't go Mad Hatter!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Don't go Mad Hatter!The threshold of a dreamthrough the looking glass,shattered, broken.I knew then....a World of Elves, Faeriesno longer existed.The ..
When man gets the hint!

When man gets the hint!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When man gets the hint!When the yesbecomes silently NO.But you're notin the know.Until in bed,it's closed shop!Only then you know, there's no good....
On passing, the butterfly flutters goodbye.

On passing, the butterfly flutters goodbye.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On passing, the butterfly flutters goodbye.When a moment enjoyed,transcends from the nowinto a memory stored. Replayed. Re-lived. How sad,it's..
Who you messin' with!

Who you messin' with!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Who you messin' with!"You mess with me,you mess with my writes!"Said Paper to Pen.In defiance, rebellious,Pen scribbled.Pen always wins!Except when Pa..
When I come back!

When I come back!

A Story by andrew mitchell


When I come back!When I come backI'm going to be the pet. Pampered! Spoilt!From her to the pet.Goodbye Precious!I'll be home soon.Don't you worry..
I got it! YES!

I got it! YES!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I got it! YES!When the guessturns into success,hearing three words." You are correct!"Oh! The euphoriathat comes with a smile,the pride, the nod of ap..
Unannounced!

Unannounced!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Unannounced!Unannounced,unexpectedly,a she thoughtknocks on the door.You disorganised;thoughts on the floor, messy,bed thoughts not made, sheets,dishe..
Pulling on empty reigns.

Pulling on empty reigns.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Pulling on empty reigns.Galloping thoughts stampede coerced corralled stamped broken sold. Pet food. Please refrigerate on opening. ..
The Haunting pool.

The Haunting pool.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The Haunting pool.Kneeling over,quenching one's thirst,beneath murky waterswandering eyes watch;following, staring red, hungry.Suddenly, hands, armsre..