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About Bennett Reda
My creative side comes alive in the quiet hours after midnight. After practice ends, when my muscles are heavy with exhaustion but my mind is restless, that’s when I pick up my guitar or a notebook. That's when my emotions, trapped by the day, come to life in poems and songs. In these moments, lines arrange themselves, verses build momentum, and my pen shifts into a mere conduit from my mind's deepest realms to the paper. It’s in these freewrites I often find myself ameliorating the seemingly arbitrary stories I carry.
I’ve always been fascinated by the intersection of motion and meaning, how sound becomes sentence, how rhythm becomes thought, how a simple phrase can hold an entire lifetime. Writing, to me, is less about expression and more about excavation. Each word is a tool, carving through noise until what remains feels true.
I see beauty in precision, in the exactness of a line, the structure of a stanza, the symmetry of an idea that finally fits. But I’m equally drawn to imperfection: the half-formed lyric, the messy guitar riff, the emotion that resists translation. Somewhere between those extremes between the engineered and the unfiltered is where my best work lives.
I write because it’s the only way I know to slow time. To notice how light falls differently on a familiar wall. To remember the sound of laughter long after it fades. Every poem, every song, every fleeting note is a way of saying this mattered.
Here, on BennettWrites.blog, I’m building an archive of those moments, a space where words, music, and thought converge. A place for what’s felt but rarely said.
Because in the end, art isn’t about showing who we are; it’s about discovering it — one midnight line at a time.
Why make a blog?
I made this blog because creation shouldn’t live in silence.
Too often, art sits unseen in notebooks, lost in voice memos, or buried in folders labeled someday. I didn’t want my work to stay there , and I didn’t want yours to, either.
This space began as a place to put my words somewhere permanent, but it’s grown into something larger: a reminder that expression isn’t meant to be perfect , just honest. Each post, each poem, each stray sentence is an artifact of a moment I didn’t want to lose.
I built BennettWrites.blog to preserve motion , to capture the feeling of being halfway between who I was and who I’m becoming. Writing here is my way of tracing the patterns between my thoughts, my art, and my life.
But more than anything, I made this to connect.
To anyone who’s ever stayed up too late chasing an idea.
To anyone who’s felt too much and didn’t know where to put it.
To anyone who believes, like I do, that the smallest details , a sound, a glance, a sentence , can carry entire worlds.
This isn’t just a blog.
It’s a collection of fragments , of sound, story, and silence , pieced together in the hope that something here will resonate.
Because at its best, writing doesn’t just reflect life.
It reveals it.
