andrew mitchell : Writing

In the chair

In the chair

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Sitting in the arms of sorrow I could drown in the tears shed but life lives not in the dead pool. It is the thoughts of my own that weigh me ..
It’s for you

It’s for you

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Knock knock! Who’s there? Self! Self who? Yourself!
Loving the canvas

Loving the canvas

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A woman is the landscape in which I paint with brush strokes.
Preparation before the use by date

Preparation before the use by date

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Any choices made are prepared today and lived tomorrow.
To the beats of the drum

To the beats of the drum

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The heart has no interest in working for a living but to give and receive love on its own beats of the drum.
Hello is there anybody there?

Hello is there anybody there?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One small step for me and it’s one big trip for mankind. Having faked my own death I am now entering the afterlife. I’m on the ed..
Blinded by the light

Blinded by the light

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Faith - it’s a long time no see.
In the world of pronouncing

In the world of pronouncing

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I now pronounce you man and wife you can now kiss the law. Furthermore, sometime down the track I will pronounce you dead and you will pay ..
To question the questionable

To question the questionable

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I wonder if God is left wing, right wing, green, or acts independent? But then like a true politician you would never get a real answer.
It's like this

It's like this

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I am told to believe in the impossible, and yet I haven't met the invisible man but I have felt insignificant.