What language!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Thoughts that tangle,

thoughts that twist,

come on over

give me a kiss.

Our second language

not working no more

the first language

we found

on love

we scored.

© 2015 andrew mitchell

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ANTO

Andrew I envy you - your muse is nothing if not a plentiful source. So many unique and left-field angles - making the everyday, the common-or-garden, seem brand new. I hope you'll not be offended if I suggested that you spend more time extrapolating some of them, developing them a little more. For there are such potential in the pieces I feel you may have perhaps grown impatient with or been distracted from by another branching idea.

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

Not offended Anto You are right, I am rushed, lazy at times, I get boredor distracted, brevity my st.. read more

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Added on November 30, 2015
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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..