Adrielle Benner
Nocturnal ramblings of adolescence
Adrielle Benner
Nocturnal ramblings of adolescence
Nocturnal ramblings of adolescence
Nocturnal ramblings of adolescence
Dreams fall to the wayside
like stars plummeting down
trapped by the weight of gravity,
reality.
Optimism and innocence of youth
corroding over time, rusting,
corrupting into unrecognizable
shapes of disfigurement.
The wonder and awe transforms
into repetition and cynicism
as each passing day reaffirms
the mundane.
Thoughts once freed by tongues
never leave their confines,
imprisonment i...
Never stated but always implied;
one leaves no choice,
but two comes with bias.
Quicker to forgive,
easier to assist,
harder to leave.
Words are never needed
with actions speaking clear
to the child of ire.
Object of affection
means another unattended,
seeking approval.
The favored offspring
reaps the bounty
of the problem child.
But coddling and chiding
turns into soft skin
waiting...
The hum of the television
syncs to the beat of my heart,
resonating and pulsing
through his head on my chest.
The rise and fall of his breath,
Light dancing on his sleepy lids,
blood warming more than blankets
as our bodies sink into the mattress.
Countless nights are spent
feeling instead of seeing,
hearing instead of speaking,
in between dreaming and reality.
Every day slowly melts away
t...
The moonlit night was tranquil, stars littering the edges of inky blackness not touched by lunar rays. It’s these nights that brought him back to the sea in spite of her temper, past the breaking waves and out to the still waters that quieted his aging mind. He used to fish before the break of dawn, but now he sat on the bow of his vessel and relished in the silence.
The ocean never frightened h...
Foundations in the chaos
A tangled set of roots
Planting firm in currents of time
Nourishing the body
Weaving through the ground
Over stones, under streets
Around manmade structures
To find forgotten earth
To be uprooted is to die
To not have belief or support
To be rooted is to be alive
To grow and to love...
The water glass on my bedside
Table smells of hard spirits;
It took my spirit after a bullet
And two boys took the lives
Of two other boys,
One my friend.
On my old phone I scroll
To the texts of a dead man
I read the nonchalant,
The mundane messages,
So normal and yet
They say so much more now.
The news left me speechless
But my fingers flew fast
Typing one last text to the
Body of a bo...
There’s serendipity in solitude,
a sweetness in the silence.
the loud and aching hearts of men
fall to disarray and violence.
But the bitter meets its bitter end
when left to console the mind,
lacking companionship in anger
leaving ourselves more kind.
Fall gently into the void of solitude,
forget your woes and sleep.
When the light of morning comes,
we’re only left our souls to keep.
The s...
pitter patter of the rain drops
drop, drop, dropping on my window sill
thoughts I entertain then let lie still
within the stillness of the morning,
mourning the loss of sleep,
it’s 4am and I’m at a loss for words,
words I tried to keep and then
I let slip away along with
the light of day,
what a light burden to pay
for a prayer of sanity...
My thoughts aren’t novel, but each one I have layers on top of each other and builds to a new revelation, strengthening synapses and firing repetitively. We are told we are wasting our youth, pushing the boundaries of what it means to be alive and testing our limits. Sometimes it’s living life to the fullest, and other times it’s indulging in tomfoolery that will either make for a reminisce or a c...