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Surviving the beat on a line
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Never arguewith a period,full stop!And never trusta comma on passingyou’ll be tripped up.Never ask a questiona questionyou won’t getan ans..
When life filled the spaces
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Born to earn a living only to die in the profession while in between pouring life in a glass and drinking slowly looking back on reflection.
Blood on the grass
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
There was a hush in the auditorium as the poem’s words recited mowed through the audience’s thoughts; a sharp blade cutting the he..
The culture within
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
The problem with thinking outside the box is ..... my thoughts wandered too far, and they have all come back with an accent beyond comprehensio..
I’m doing the rounds, okay!
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Hello everyone! It’s God here. Yes, I know - long time no see, but I bring good news for a change. No longer will you all have power bil..
All for acceptance raise your hand
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Mortality is no more a grey thread plucked by time like an unwanted hair.
Between the love lines of decay
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Only a thought of antiquity written could remain so sweet although it’s everlasting existence is no more a castle in ruin, a verse no more..
A chip off an old heart
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
The real hero/ heroine of love was not in his/her conquests but finding compatibility to make the love shared last, and not end up living alone.
A voyage living within outwards
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Within the mind lies our own milky ways, a galaxy of thoughts, stars of memories, moments passing - comet trails where the sun is our heart un..
Tickety boo!
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Do not travel my path laid before me for that will truely lead to your own death but forge ahead on the path of immortality as collected memor..
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