Free Verse Poetry #3

The Soldier

There is something eerie about this man,
something unsettling,
in the way he carries himself. 
As if all of the weight in the world 
were bestowed 
upon his encompassing shoulders, 
this man stalks around 
a blank gaze set into his stolid head. 
Such a gaze...
Composed of two blue eyes, 
eyes which we believe to show exceptional ability and hope. 

He betrays this hope. 

It is obvious he is no stranger to battle, 
hundreds if not a thousand scars decorate his muscular form 
as a mere testament to his experience. 


This massive man is only swift in battle, 
otherwise his heavy feet crash upon the earth,
like thunder to a drum,
leaving only the stale air of intimidation in his wake.

Old, he likely is. 
Or at least beyond the prime of a regular man, 
yet it seems he betters 
each passing moment. 
His methods of discipline,
a tragic life spent suppressing emotions,
have molded this once gifted scholar 
into a cold, supreme warrior. 

The evidence lies in his now expressionless face, 
deep lines of pain and anguish
are inscribed into his mug; 
this is but a lasting memory of what he used to be.

Settled in his blue eyes 
is a preternatural wisdom 
made exaggerated by his deep, resonating voice. 
This voice moves slowly through the air, 
letting each one of his words be heard. 
His logic is infallible,
and his tone..
It suggests a keen analysis of any situation proposed, 
whether it be past, 
present 
or future. 
This sharp, boundless knowledge 
is borrowed into life.


This is the soldier,
a man who sweats blood,
and cries bullets.

Acoustic Thought #2

I'm getting awful scared of the future.  My family has been spooking me out because I chose not to go to school.  But meh, you know what?  I can't do it.  I can't waste their money being institutionalized for another year, let alone four.

But that's not what I'm scared of.  I'm not terrified of lacking a college degree or anything of that sort, I know I'm intelligent enough to function in society and I possess the right social tools to survive in the big sea of life.  What I'm scared of is not being able to do what I've labeled as my passion... 

I love acting, it's my life.  Drama isn't a cornerstone, it's the keystone to my life and that makes it that much scarier if I don't get to pursue it.  Sometimes, I truly feel I'm good at what I do.  I've worked hard at my skills and surrounded myself with other very talented people; the competition was extremely healthy.  Honing my own talents has been a challenge, but it pays off.  I've yet to be called bad and I'm usually labeled the best or one of the best in each cast I work with.

The fact of the matter is: soon I'll be out out there with the people like me, I'll be on the next echelon of acting.  Soon, I'll be surrounded by other talented, hungry actors wishing to make a leap with the same part I'm going for.  I'm scared I'm only good for the level I'm at, maybe I'm not good enough for the real world.

On the other hand, I've been told by people in the business that I possess the right mindset for this.  I guess I'll just have to stay persistent and hold true to my calling.

- Andrew