The Poem I just deleted

[Jerrybaldy]

The poem I just deleted
was f ucking amazing,
it sat resplendent,
where these very words
now fill that vacant gap.
It shat over all readers
and ended in my untimely death.
Trust me here,
it would have rocked your world,
but I deleted it.
I once painted by numbers,
for a winter full,
of dark nights,
to rip it to smithereens,
after the final stroke.
I loved somebody
a while back
and never let them know.
I was frankly, bored
cuddling, after I came.
I never trusted you,
but you trusted me,
never to tell you.
To be honest
I deleted this poem
to spite you.

[Silas Thorne]

:) Hi Jerrybaldy!
At first I thought of Jack Black's 'Tribute song' and thought it was going to be light hearted , and then there was this:
'I was frankly, bored
cuddling, after I came. '
..and the dark nights tearing the painting to smithereens, the spite, and the death.

I'm puzzled by the punctuation of these lines though:
'I once painted by numbers,
for a winter full,
of dark nights,'

[Delta40]

I believe you - to be a master at painting by numbers so we can never know your true talent or feelings is an art indeed.

[Jerrybaldy]

Silas . this is just a tribute :D. Not sure what you mean about the punctuation, but it is invariably incorrect.
Delta. You know me too well.

[hillwalker]

An exercise in nihilism - up to your usual standard, where you lay your soul bare yet reject even the slightest bit of pity from your reader.
There's also the irony of a poem celebrating another poem that was written (then destroyed) as an act of anti-celebration.
Deep stuff, Jerr

H

[YesNo]

The part where you talk about the poem you deleted reminds me of the sportsman talking about the fish that got away.

I found the following two lines amusing.



It shat over all readers
...
but I deleted it.

[Haunted]

Ideally you delete "The Poem I just deleted" and undelete the poem you just deleted.

[zoolane]

Great poem about stuff you wrote and wish didn't push submit