andrew mitchell : Writing

WE'RE ALL COMPUTERS

WE'RE ALL COMPUTERS

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Knowledge---Like a handle on your thoughts you carry aroundTo make one wiser not a clown.A body not of a physical kind,But can weigh heavily on your m..
THE INHERITANCE

THE INHERITANCE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From the moment you are bornYour die is castLike a reincarnated productFrom all your generations long passed.Your map has been drawnSo you follow the ..
ASHES TO ASHES

ASHES TO ASHES

A Poem by andrew mitchell


She looks back now with one regret.Having tried that first cigarette.To satisfy her starving mindAs the rest of her body slowly declinesAnd while the ..
LIKE THE COVER,TURN THE PAGE

LIKE THE COVER,TURN THE PAGE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Books are like peopleOr are people like books?Standing patiently on the shelves;Waiting to reveal all about themselves.Those attractive covers grabbin..
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

A Poem by andrew mitchell


So strange to be able to seeWhen all eyes are closedTo see dazzling imagesOf dreams which stand alone.And looking within closed doorsWhere outsiders c..
A NIGHT GLIMPSE

A NIGHT GLIMPSE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Outside the window, a clear dark night,I see little jewels shining bright.Small whitish dots against blackened sky,Motionless, poised while time slips..
THE AMULET'S ALLURING CHARM

THE AMULET'S ALLURING CHARM

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Around the neckHangs the charmThat captures the eyeFrom a tribal clan.To cast a spellOn those who seekOnly to be heldBy the strong not the weak.A symb..
FIND THE TRIGGER FIND THE MARK

FIND THE TRIGGER FIND THE MARK

A Poem by andrew mitchell


FIND THE TRIGGER FIND THE MARKI don't want to be forgottenso I'm leaving my mark.I want to be remembered;an impression that will last.A painter with h..
MAN'S DESTINY

MAN'S DESTINY

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life by passionPower by aggressionBound to affectionPropelled by progressionTied to attractionTrapped by possessionAll for his successionHis existence..
MY THINGS

MY THINGS

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I can't bear the thought-----Of going empty handed.How I'll miss the films,And all my favourite books.How I'll miss my music,And girls with good looks..