%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| all the beautiful things dim -- the '55 classic idle in a hot farm field embraced by weeds daring bloom flowers a certain rustic charm all the beauty dimmed in sun-faded paint, tarnished chrome a blended shape now landscape as if sprouting, reimagined above the hood a tomb of stick weeds obscuring dense visages of a dark, passenger-free, eerie cabin like impending death all beauty dim can't hum above a cricket now black bald mounted on crusted rim idle as the mid-day sun searing beauty dimmed shines summer long unobserved, a classic waste, but no wreckers come near it's sagging barn friend 4.10.21 rev. 4.14.21 was working on a rewrite for contest: They crawl up to you as if daring restore your paint with their true seasonal color The intertwine with the undercarriage crane to peer in dark windows made by their summer shade All the beautiful things dim -- idle in a hot field, sun-friend embraced by rustic charm sun-faded, half a century tarnished chrome of former blazing speed a blended shape now landscape as if sprouting, reimagined With the hood a tomb adorned by last year's sticks marking out dense visages eerie cabin of impending death all beauty dim can't hum above a cricket now black bald mounted on crusted rim idle as the mid-day sun searing beauty dimmed shines summer long, unobserved classic American waste, but no wreckers come it's sagging barn friend |
 Log in to Leave Feedback |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
