Just Moving On.

Forget what she said.
Forget what he said.
Picture your blackboard.
Picture your clean slate.
Let go of the arguments.
Let go of the words.
Walk on to new sights.
Walk on to better strides.

-Isabel Aanya Leigh

Repetition

Over and over and over again
my mistakes line my definition.
insides have turned insecure,
feelings are looking for more

thinking doesn't cross the moment
bringing sense won't assist.
ignoring the knowledge, the truth 
blindsides the proper intuition

over and over and over again
my mistakes are defining me
no matter how much i disagree
i act by my disappointments.

-Isabel Aanya Leigh

I do. What I do. But don't ask.

Please don't make me think.
Beyond my mind, I just can't.
Don't make me stretch my agreement.
I cant' stand beyond my strength.

However.

I think about my life's experiences.
I believe that I know some truths.
I stride by my own beliefs. 
I know I can stand my ground.

"a man with a smile..."

~for my new and loverly friend~

a man with a smile
a new friend who is glad
he asks me a question 
and i oblige to answer.
i continue to give in
his kind look keeps me there
God knows what I need
and so he sent me this angel.
we talk and converse
i am overjoyed,
but yet,
i don't know him still.
decent clothing
a light-green shirt,
tan pants with several pockets, 
darker skin
and a thick accent.
it hints at the desert
an engineer
with paint too on his fingers.
a device of some sort
which he confuses with 
the literary ones.
i teach him my forte
and he listens intently.
with genuine interest on his face, 
he asks me if i write
-i am in the poetry section-
i answer with a kinda,
and a smile of understanding meets me;
we then discuss school
daily classes, etc.
then onto my future,
i'm happy and quick to respond
my dreams are exciting to me
my dad is brought up
and i praise him, 
then more onto how 
i gained that knowledge
he smiles and is happy
then he begins to let me go,
he allows me to go back to 'writing'
and i unwillingly say goodbye 
i thank God for that man.
the man who smiled.

-Isabel Aanya Leigh

"A Re-Creation of the Re-Created"

       For my Mother and Father

This is the household of the loverly couple
who chose to start again.
With this came the trouble
the children had to tend.

Dishes sunk deep in the murky sink;
clear views were hard to find.
Yet, there were those new-found items 
which seemed to save a bit of sweat.

However, phase two was worse.
Murky being clearly seen,
neighbors getting the full view,
without the shade-they'd be through.

Darkened moments of frustration-
cleared the minds after conversation.
No matter the pay for the cultures about,
the service was doing a willing part.

phase three hadn't even begun,
when the mother went into a panic!
What a joy, what a horror,
she was becoming the guide to the tour.

wood stacked, paint glistening,
glass broken, but beautiful,
this creation was nearly through,
as more was needed to finish.

More and more. 
Time and more time. 
unbelieving and doubtful,
this mess would soon become functional

again...in time...
hopefully.
please.
soon.

-Isabel Aanya Leigh

"Without a Literary Title"

No one to notice 
No one to stare
No one to compromise with
No one to care

-Isabel Aanya Leigh

"May 27, 2013"

   It will hold you away
the moments won't be able to stop
memories run, run away.
  It will hold all the pieces together
for only a silence of passion
this flight of reason will ruin the fading light, completely.
 It will hold not one 
but the both of us to loving,
loving to a point of contradicting daisies.
 Your loss of existence holds me,
holds me in diverse ways of accepting
truths that cannot take me on forever.
 It will hold a continual sorrow
this saddening growth of pain
just for you. just for us. 
 It will hold onto the rest of my hopes
my desires
my lovers
my delirious spirals of stemming studious styles for love.