andrew mitchell : Writing

The bait.

The bait.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The bait.When you spunyour web of entrapment,flirting; I got caughtrevolving aroundyour gossamer threads of intentions.I was cocooned in your making;c..
The circuit breaker.

The circuit breaker.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The circuit breaker.With the circuit dead,unable to findthe breakage,unrepairable;a new circuitrecommended, connectedrestored the lights.
A stitch behind.

A stitch behind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A stitch behind.Life threads frayedon a life once woven.When a stitch in timecame loose;saving ninedidn't matter.
My living anonymity

My living anonymity

A Poem by andrew mitchell


My living anonymity.No one could tellif the effigywas mine.The sands of timehad eroded any resemblance;my living anonymity.
You floating by...

You floating by...

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You floating by...If it was not forthe luminescence attraction;you calling, luring.I would not have gotentangled, wrappedin your tentacles, love:sting..
I didn't feel a thing! Honestly!

I didn't feel a thing! Honestly!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I didn't feel a thing! Honestly!How Life would beso much easierif we didn't feel pain.No more broken heartsjust the happy notion:"Plenty more fish in ..
Sailing on azure blue.

Sailing on azure blue.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Sailing on azure blue.In a blink of an eyeshe had me on boardsailing on a dream,those azure blues.Her lashes sweptlingering doubts away,but it was all..
Will the court rise.

Will the court rise.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Will the court rise.Will the court rise.On handing down the verdicton your love life.I can tell you thisin one sentence.Only history cataloguestimes a..
About that equilibrium.

About that equilibrium.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


About that equilibrium.While his piles of emotionsride high on paper, stacked.Her feelings burningreduced those thoughts to ash.Equilibrium reached.
Impervious!

Impervious!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Impervious!"Impervious!" said the miner of love.To love and pain;tears ran offunabsorbed,no entry, closed.Fossilised in stonecold she was,carved, scul..