Joseph
Anzaldua
Joseph Anzaldua grew up in Fort Worth, TX and has lived in North Texas all of his life. He studied English Literature at the University of North Texas. His interests include writing, reading comics, photography and spending time with his family and cats.
Trees
© Joseph Anzaldua, 2019
Oh giant piece of wonder
Living with me,
When did you grow so big?
With leaves so green
And a trunk so brutal,
You are a huge force
Of nature that can be my home,
That could be my haven.
Your roots grow
Through the ground enveloping
Everything in its path.
Destroying.
Adapting to the
Design
Next to you
That God and Men have
Created.
Nature has a way of doing that.
Providing me with shade from the sun
but blocking me from the rain.
Taking my warmth
and taking the life of the
Green grass below.
Acting as an anchor for the lightning storm.
If you fall,
I will be destroyed
in your path.
Treasure Hunting
© Joseph Anzaldua, 2019
I am here,
Unable to recognize
What’s there
In my mind,
The emotion that eats at me.
Except I know
That the truth is worse than any
Pain.
It is nothing.
Empty and void
For no one to find because
Even when I look,
And when I search with
All the light of the world
I become
Lost.
Isolate
© Joseph Anzaldua, 2019
At midnight, I look at the
shadow of the door and think,
Why I didn’t shut it?
I kept it open for a long time
Waiting for people to
Come inside, but I never closed it.
Some came and some had gone but they
All had their choice to leave.
Just as I wept alone,
I wondered how long before she came back,
Before I came back...
It was open just for her but instead
the festering wave
Of sin would come attack me
I didn’t shut it …
I should've shut it…
But
It embraces the misery
I share with the darkness
The same darkness that is nice
to those who play along.
The same shadows that take me
from one degenerated home
To the next broken heart.
The same emptiness that
I stare at waiting
for a reflection
Of my better days with
the light by my side.
I didn’t close it.
With The elation so intense,
it held me
upon a pinnacle
Of my own fantasies.
The dreams that would mean
nothing
because they were just that ...
An imaginary world.
Because when I was no longer
Hallucinating
Life was higher than the beauty
of my own
Conception
I sit at the strike of 12
wondering if it’s noon
Or night
Thinking why didn’t I shut the
door
before
she left.
Maybe I’ll do it next time
I am alone with myself
in a new asylum
At times, the void
is so thick I look to my bottle for
A shred of hope.
When I see past
my empty glass
There becomes another source
Of new light
It is blinding.
But once my eyes
adjust
It will be
Brilliant.
When I awoke
to the face of the sun
a voice suddenly rips at me.
"Don’t cry
Don’t let the tears run
Keep your head away from the
Trap.
You know it’s nothing.
Follow your heart’s map.
While you’ve done your first day
Right
You’ll make it into the night
And keep the goals in sight
And With all your might
Put one fist
To the fight
And you’ll be singing..
I’m free …”
I’m free.
I’ll sing with the angels
And let it
Be.
A fresh soul glowing with life
to infinity.