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Miscellanious Poetry
The Psychic World of California
I see you every night
dirty feet in the light
twice as tall sitting down
you look up to see a frown
towel head put on your clothes
unshaved legs in pantyhose
put the silver suns in your purse
make my headache worse
cranberry blood swallowed
your body, hallowed
I'm ready when you are
grab my guitar
and say goodbye
leave the white ceiling
for the blue sky

—Lisa Berry

Time Line
For everyone there is a space.
It can be most any place;
You may fill it with anything.
A hope, a wish, perhaps a dream.
I see mine as bright as day.
I don't care what people say.
Only I see it, and I won't share.
It doesn't matter, they don't care.
No one I know shows there own,
And in this way we're all alone.
It makes us different.
Seperated, yet whole.
But time will never change this,
And so forever lives lonliness…

—Lisa Berry

Crystal Kleer
Did you expect an answer
To that impossible question.
It's all a big blur.
Could you make a suggestion?
Am I supposed to know
Right now
Where I will go
And how?
You didn't tell me before
That you'd be ashamed
If I sold mops door to door
Am I to be blaimed
For wanting a simple life?
I don't want a child.
Don't wanna be a wife.
I want to live free and wild.
I'm sorry,
But that's me…

—Lisa Berry

Metaphorical Poem
I sprouted up from the wasted land.
Here, all alone i stand.
Not created by want or need,
I am a useles weed.
Although cut down and stepped upon,
I ascend to the sun.
I was removed and tossed
with my dying companions,
the forgotten and lost,
abolished and abandoned.

—Lisa Berry

All At Once
Today I gave a brief glance of empathy,
And was given a chance to make someone happy.
Today my god-child was born.
Today for a stranger I morn.
My love said "I apologize"
With symathetic eyes.
I heard a babys first cries.
Today a man dies
And I live.
Today a lost friend returns
And my heart burns
With emotion.
An overwhelming ocean…
Too much can happen in one day!

—Lisa Berry

KlosterfobiC
Surrounding me walls, oh walls.
Closing in at all ends of ends.
Further, louder my calls.
I waste a moment-my time it spends,
The air is thick with death,
It fills my lungs like sand,
Like an hourglass of breath.
My wilted soul, like gnarled hands.
Closer and tighter, my body crushing.
Intense, intense, the searing pain.
I drown in the tears I am crying.
My life was spent in vain.
This life, an echoing whimper,
Now has gone and passed.
My ears hear the Grim Reaper.
I drink from the soiled flask.
I…I'm……drifting away……

—Lisa Berry

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