WHO: @clarkewalling
WHEN: At night when everyone is passed out??
WHERE: Somewhere in the jungle
When everyone woke up tomorrow, Odessa was going to bring up the concern of a designated ‘bathroom area’. Making your way the jungle at night was difficult enough, she didn’t need the added concern of being afraid she was going to step in someone’s shit. “Ew...” She whined, feeling something mushy beneath her shoe. A horrible odor didn’t hit her when she scraped the gunk off against the root of a tree, so she was assuming – for the sake of her mental wellbeing – that it was just rotten fruit or something. I just need to get away from here, she thought. Picking up the pace, she slunk through the jungle and made her way further from the group. It was when she was quite a ways away that she came to a stop near a large tree after pushing away some leafy greenery. “Finally...” She released a deep exhale, hoping at last to get a moment where she was truly alone, when she heard a rustling close by. Shit. “Who’s there?”
WHO: @clarkewalling
WHERE: Eves’ new camp
WHEN: Day 20
Good days on the island were a rarity. If anything, there were only good moments on the island. Short periods of levity that provided relief from the everyday struggle of surviving nature and the elements. Since being here, Divya has learned that you have to create those good moments, that they don’t always just happen. They took a bit of effort sometimes but the effort, for the sake of your own or someone else’s smile, was definitely well worth it. At least that’s what Divya believed so it’s what she tried to practice. “Hey, hey,” Divya greeted as she approached Clarke, flashing a grin at the other girl when she came to a stop in front of her. She had her hands behind her back, clearly hiding something there, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Her good mood simply couldn’t be contained. And why? Well, Clarke was about to find out. “Have you got a second? I have something for you.”
Made up of a handful of pages torn out from one of the Dawn of Eve gratitude journals. Divya stacked them together and folded them in half to make a small book. To bind it, she punctured holes using a pen and tied it together using the journal’s ribbon that she cut off and in half using the pair of scissors from the First Aid Kit. (Sorry for messing with the First Aid Kit, Erin.😘)
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is a poem
And it's just for you
It's not Emily Dickinson
And I hope that's alright
This one's from me
And written by firelight
- "A Poem for Clarke", Divya W.
Knock knock
Who's there
It’s your mate
Bozo
The best of the best
He never rests
Always there
Looking debonair
"Our Favorite Clown", Divya W.
With a glint in his eye and a corner of a smile
One conversation, a simple moment
The things that change us if we notice
When we look up, sometimes
"Underdog", Alicia Keys
* Okay, this one obviously isn't me. I hope you don't mind that I've included some lyrics in here. This is from one of my favorite Alicia Keys songs and I feel like it reads like a poem.
P.S. Aren't all songs just poems? But with music to them?
Don't you miss a cup of tea?
Wishing for one to wash up from sea
Splash of milk and sugars three
Would make us Brits feel very free
"Cuppa", Divya W.
This island gives me quite a scare
Going into the jungle, please beware
Travel in twos, you hereby swear
There's a scary wolf out there
"Buddy System", Divya W.
This is a haiku
Writing haikus is quite hard
So much counting, ugh
- "Haikus Are Hard", Divya W.
Cold night breeze
Swaying trees
Cannot fall
Asleep with ease
Fire burns
Eves toss and turn
Growing with
Lots of concerns
"Trouble Sleeping", Divya W.
We've been here for awhile
Lost on this dangerous isle
I'm missing the sight of tile
But it's nice to see you smile
"The Little Things", Divya W.
* I didn't write this one. But it's the only poem I know from memory.
Dear Basketball,
From the moment
I started rolling my dad’s tube socks
And shooting imaginary
Game-winning shots
In the Great Western Forum
I knew one thing was real:
I fell in love with you.
[...]
Pretend Divya wrote all of this out.
“Dear Basketball”, Kobe Bryant (RIP)
We're at the end
But let's pretend
This "book" of poems
Is a lot longer than it actually is
Clarke, my friend
I can't defend
My awful poetry writing skills
Mend, bend, portend
Offend, defend, descend
These are just some words
That rhyme with end
