Josh Bourget

I can\'t stop thinking about you. You haunt my thoughts My dreams. Every waking moment I see your face. I can\'t get you out of my head. Eternities pass between your posts. I lose control

I wake up to this nightmare, This dead reality. And what I know will eat my soul. And take ahold of me. Dead ruins now surround me Lined with fear and grief, They become a home for my

Let us take a wild magic carpet ride. To the other side of my psychotic mind. What lies without began within. It shows me something I can\'t pin. It leaves a trace A clue. A glimpse.

Love is a word thrown about too often by those who\'ve never felt it. But how does one who hasn\'t felt love know that they haven\'t? Maybe what one thinks is love, is actually ones physical

Floating. Drifting. Life\'s current is strong, but it\'s time to come out of the water. Don\'t worry. The man with the towel waits With arms wide open in love.

The game ends. The winner, won, looks back on all she has done. With a tear and a smile, She leaves the floor (that stages the game) Walks through Heaven\'s door. Those left

How can I say what needs to be said, When all of my words stay locked in my head? How can I show what needs to be shown, When nobody listens, and I\'m all alone. I know that I\'ve lied, and so

When I think of her, I think of you. I know I\'ll never have her. She\'s a wild horse and you\'ve tamed her. Congrats. I\'m proud of you. I really am. I used to resent you for the fact that

Eagerly, he waits Strings from his fingers Strings from his claws Silence. The children applaud too late The show is over.

I know I\'ve never met you, So it will be pretty hard To say what needs saying. Please don\'t pay me disregard. I was sick with cancer once, But I found it pretty quick. Some of us have all

Tonight I\'ll watch you rock the house; Your music will fill the cracks. The crowd will shout, or throw you out. (but I really doubt that) Tonight your palms will sweat from fear Of messing

You have read these poems. Now I know how you feel. But don\'t think I\'ll stop. A cockroach can\'t be killed. Next to you, I fade. My shame is just to great. Why do I write these? When

Looking through this scattered mirror shows me someone who is not worthy of your love. Twisted and bent against the perfection of the others; I am nothing, but only on the outside. Sweetest are the

I woke this morning and the snow was falling; spinning, swirling. Like my mind. It’s in turmoil because of how badly I want you to know how much I want you…

i pick your lock, with frozen tears, and watch you sleep; erase your fears. i sew our hands, you can’t let go. each tug brings pain but you don’t know. i hold you close; your heart is

(originally the spacing and line breaks made it flow better, but I\'m having trouble getting Agonia to accept line breaks) Just once, I want you to see how this feels.   One look puts me over

I make mistakes, and I slip up, I try so hard, and you hang up. I do my best, and you hate me, Why can’t you see that you’re not me? You have no clue what it is like, I try and try, can’t

Why do you wish to haunt me so? Why do you want me to suffer like this? Is it not your will to be at peace with all that is around you? Only in my dreams do you love me back, but even then it

Roses would\'ve stolen your beauty, Carnations would take from your smile. Chocolate would erase the sensations that follow for more than a mile. Diamonds would rob from your rarity, Gold

The future: War is dead. Peace watches over the United Global Democracy as would a guard dog watching its master\'s door. Men and women in military uniforms patrol the streets of the numerous

God woman, you\'re beautiful. Your gentle curves, highlighted by the golden sun, hold me captive in your essence. Your laughing eyes, ever dancing, call me into the realm of not-awake-not-asleep,

leaning over the rusted railing, peering into the darkness beyond the void. my world is crumbling about me in the ever-tightening circles of angst. You left me here, defenceless to the

A bird is laying in the snow, Its wing is broken, this I know. I coax it to me with some bread, And take a rock and smash its head. Sometimes my life seems out of sinc, With those around me;

I find myself alone tonight, And my relief is out of sight. I can\'t hold fast to what you said, Your words bounce \'round inside my head. This pain grows deep inside of me. It kicks and