andrew mitchell : Writing

Red scissor hands

Red scissor hands

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Paper hearts in love with books severed by scissors signature blood red.
For Christ’s sake!

For Christ’s sake!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Do not cursethe beginningor you’ll damnyour ending.
Here today, gone tomorrow

Here today, gone tomorrow

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Like all needs they started with I want only to become discarded.
Now, here’s a puzzle for you

Now, here’s a puzzle for you

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Love is… two people connecting with one another in the best possible way. Each bringing to the table their own jigsaw puzzle only to rea..
When the time comes

When the time comes

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Apparently, I’m told there is a short distance between death and the afterlife. I wonder how many people are looking forward to catching ..
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Move over Jules Verne

Move over Jules Verne

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The rhythmic ticking of the clock keeps us in time with today. But when my watch broke time stood still. I found myself the centre ..
Time’s taxi

Time’s taxi

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Today drives the future chauffeured by yesterday.
At tomorrow’s bus stop

At tomorrow’s bus stop

A Poem by andrew mitchell


While yesterday becomes today’s reality check the future has no time for yesterday. Today, the playmaker for tomorrow’s journey and ..
Future developments

Future developments

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Tomorrow’s world built by today on yesterday’s plan.
Weighing in on the moment

Weighing in on the moment

A Poem by andrew mitchell


While today swings on yesterday’s momentum the future lies still on their equilibrium.