Alright, this is definitely not all that great, and I was originally gonna write about everyone being equal in death no matter how great and extravagant their headstone might be, but maybe that's a concept for another time. I had to work both days of the jam, so we were too tight on time for something great. I do think there's something here, it's just in a rough state.
Anyway, thanks to @JAMRIOT for hosting this thing! Looking forward to reading some other folks' stuff.
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"Secret Society"
I find myself at your headstone once again
This Sunday afternoon
Whether out of guilt or homage It's hard to say, but all the same
I kneel down
As I whisper my secrets to the Earth
making her an offering of flowers
in the hopes that she might pass along my message
sharing with you all these things I never could
The words that eluded me back then
the words I dared not speak
everything I held inside, for I was far too meek
It was the thought of confrontation
my anxiety; asphyxiation
It was the certainty of rejection
that held me back from realization
from self actualization
And I know it's too late now
that there's no going back
but even six feet apart
I still feel so distant
And I'm sorry
I know that one's on me
but sometimes I still miss you
even if it was your death that set me free
Remi-le-Oduen
It certainly is rough, I had a thought of also making a poem for a jam, but doing it in 48 hours while you have other stuff to take care of is really hard and I decided against it. So I totally respect your bravery) And the poem actually transfers the idea and the emotion really good
Bleak-Creep
Thanks! I've still gotta read some of what other people made for it! It seemed like most were short stories; I was actually kind of surprised I didn't see more poems because I've always thought they were the quickest and most fun to write myself.
It's all about finding the right words to distill your thoughts and feelings into their most vital and concise sense, but I've always loved it. It's like bottling the essence of a moment. It's great.