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Peter Mitchell
My name is Peter Mitchell, born Ashford, Middlesex in 1978. At the age of 16 I came to live in N. Ireland, Currently residing in Belfast. I write poems whenever inspiration hits me although in truth it seems they write themselves. I love to write when I can. I enjoy the poems of Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, Robert Browning and Seamus Heaney.
I also find the lyrics of the Arctic monkeys and Reverend and the Makers amongst others help to ignite my passion for writing.
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Sea Sick by Peter Mitchell
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I’m just silly me feeling sorry for myself
ruts of self-pity lurk upon the ocean shelf
Trawlers even pass me by as I lie down at the bottom
Old flames don’t burn for me as I’m gone but
not forgotten
To live and learn to love myself
As I love my friends and see their wealth
Don’t want them stuck upon the shelf
As I avoid dealing with my own health
Take my vitamins and iron each day
I love my sleep and cannot say
If dreams are best and life is not
Maybe dreams are all I’ve got
To have dreams and love to give
To love life and love to live
Is all and everything, everything I need
Everything ain’t here at the bottom of the sea
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