Here is some of my/our writing:
do you believe
that the birds and bees
and the foxes and the trees
And all who toil-
-on top nature's soil
is above it?
do you believe
that man and child
and ones no longer wild
decided by their own court
can decree themself
outside nature's fort?
how can thee believe
that man's above nature
that nature: below man
and that the two are disconnected
never to be together again.
for no matter the action
both small and greater
every decision of man
fall under the destiny of nature
He looked at the photograph in his hands. The film is smooth and slightly cool to the touch. The development of the photograph was as close to perfect as one can get, yet he felt that it was incomplete. The girl in the image seemed to be misrepresented. She smiled so bright, the eyes seemed soft and kind. Her skirt, the colour of calming pink. But all of these details were superficial, false even. On some level, he knew that. And yet, he holdson to this photograph dearly. Like the whole world, his whole world was placed directly into his palm. That this little thing of developed film is bigger, more important than even he could understand. He looks up, finally removing himself from the photograph, from the memories. The rain thudded quietly on the ceiling of the still car. “I’m going to sleep,” he finally stated to no one but himself.
and like every writer, I'm trying to write a novel. Maybe that will be linked here instead some day :P