Prospekt42

Hurricane I think everything became distorted that one simple, ordinary day. There was nothing we could do, and there was nothing we could say. It came creeping like a ticking ...

Okay then. Um, do you know how to find the chat forums? :oops: Also, you may call me Prospekt ;)

Hey Moo! Can I call you Moo? I think I will :P How are you?;)

This is great! This is a fine example of a powerful and intense poem. My only criticism is that you need to be careful when using 'it's' and 'its' Other ...

Hey, I'm new here, and I was forced to join by a friend of mine :P I'm random and strange!:D *waves*