Puple-Orange Cheese

October 13, 2008
By Emily Gould, Lewisville, TX

Chaos and uncertainty
Are all parts inside of me
Waiting for the moment
To jump out
And fight with my sanity.

Crazy dreams
Blocks of purple-orange cheese
Explosion manifestations
Haunt my waking hours.

The cracks in the wall
Are what I become at night
Dizzying heights
Fly away with me.

Demons haunt my waking hours
Horrid are my fantasies
Of blocks of purple-orange cheese.

Red starbursts of lines are ever haunting
Never leaving
The blue cracked walls are ever present

Never fleeting
The shapes of my design float around me
As I wallow in misery,
Fearing the blocks of purple-orange cheese.

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