An Attempt at Poetry Jan. 19, 2022

A bleeding mind is one like yours.

One that yearns instead of love,

One that craves instead of being content,

One that learns instead of teach.


A bleeding mind is one like yours,

Because you pick a book and can’t breathe until it’s done.

Because you start a film and immediately fall in love,

Because you listen to a song and suddenly your bleeding mind bleeds for more.


A bleeding mind is one like yours baby,

It doesn't see things the way others see it.

Education for it is prison, 

Religion a curse, 

Love an illusion.


A bleeding mind is one like yours, 

I have no doubt about that. 


If not, then can you explain, 

Why it is that it only lights up for the "unnecessary art?" 

Why it pays no attention to the crowd?

Why being alone is freedom to it instead of loneliness? 


A bleeding mind is one like yours Baby.

Do you remember what you said to me?

When I mentioned how your mind bled?

How I would love to stitch it up for you?


 A bleeding mind is one like mine,

You said.


I would rather suffer the stench of the blood,

The redness of it,

The isolation that comes from it,

I would choose this a million times over a mind that does not bleed.


A bleeding mind is one like yours; 

I said, finally understanding.


by Amanda Nechesa 155


  • FayChepchumba

    Aug. 7, 2020, 2:26 p.m.

    And yours is a beautiful mind🙌🙌

  • Maciler

    Aug. 21, 2020, 11:02 a.m.


  • ray

    Aug. 21, 2020, 4 p.m.

    awsoooooomee Amanda..😊


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