Broken heart emo

I am new to poetry. Your words inspire me and I would love for you to pop by to see what I have written. Take care: -)

i love this poem
wish i could be there
to hold you out of the
dreadful darkness

Biafra
[July 2012]
Monday

Dear Poet:
I'm glad to report that even now, at this late day, a blank sheet of
Paper holds the greatest excitement there is for me ____ more promising
Than a silver cloud, prettier than a red wagon. It holds all the hope
There is, all fears. I can remember, really quite distinctly, looking a
Sheet of paper square in the eyes when I was seven or eight years old
And thinking ''This is where I belong, this is it. Having dirtied up
Probably a quarter of a million of them and sent them down drains and
Through presses, I am exhausted but not done, faithful in my fashion,
And fearful only that I will die before one comes out right ____ as though I
Had deflowered a quarter of a million virgins and was still expecting the
Perfect child. What is this terrible infatuation, anyway? Some mild
Nervous disorder, probably, that compels a man to leave fiery tail in
His wake, like a ten-cent comet, or smell up a pissing post so that the
Next dog will know who's been along. I have moments when I wish that
I could either take a sheet of paper or leave it alone, and sometimes, in
Despair and vengeance, I just fold them into airplanes and sail them out
Of high windows, hoping to get rid of them that way, only to have an
Updraft (or a change of temper) bring them back in again. As for your
Gift of so many sheets of white bond, with poetic content, I accept them in
The spirit with which they were sent and shall write you a book. It will
Be the Greatest Comment that has Ever Been Written. They all are, in the
Early wonderful stage before the first word gets slid into place.


Regards!
Faeo de Lyre

Ur poems r great10++^^