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The mixture of thoughts was no elixir just a tonic
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
The stakes were high on the vampire’s calling declaring darkness was the portal entry to death. It wasn’t all cracked up to be whe..
A teenage lament
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
That awkward moment when you realise that only you can find your own self esteem for its not given: I’m still looking for mine, but no..
A galaxy of thoughts within
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
If I had the time the length of the Milky Way would take one hundred thousand years to reach the other side in light years that is. Which brings ..
The philosopher’s headrest
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
The intellectual diet consists of drowning in information while starving for wisdom.
Yesterday called it science fiction.
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Shorter days accompanied by years flying by are directly proportional to the acceleration of technology compared to long days and slower yea..
Hold it right there
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
He who holds the hands of time will be footloose in the moment, watch him dance now.
When the wheels of motion are out of alignment
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
In the context of thingsYes, things!Things that comewith consequences.I’ve been deadfor billions and billions of yearsonly to emerge,my atoms al..
Just a drifter
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
I am but a thought a cat let out of a bag a river that cannot flow back cast a drift I come and I go for I am but a thought.
Case dismissed
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Finger printed moments the usual suspects, thoughts in the line up nothing to go on no matches the idea hangs in the balance. Calling in the ..
Infinitely so
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Minuscule sounds travels from four stanzas becoming the voice for a big country of infinite wisdom in search of a title.
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