Biography of Scott Forster
Born in Edinburgh, now living in England.
I don't know what I aim for in life.My future is unwritten.
Scott Forster Poems
A poem I believe I wrote in an emotional mood.I was thinking of my dad who died at the time. there's no way to make it through I did the best i could do
How To Fail At Life
To Hurt Is Human To Be happy, Divine Some people find joy one day i'll find mine
You Have A Beautiful Soul
To My One True Love, Gina your written on my heart its a bitter kiss when we part
The Lonely Child.
Do you remember the lonely child The one out in the wild The one they spoke about Who lived a life without love
Daisy I Do Love You.
Walking up, ready to see you. rushing out, I'm on my way. first thing I think about in the morning last thing before I slip away.
I keep having this recurring dream I’m watching my life on a movie screen I’m the narrator and The audience of every scene
My Version Of Ginsberg's America.
Against the filthy politics found in America and against the actions of it's dispicable governments. America tell Coloumbus to fook off, take his smallpox and Capitalism with him.
My Girlfriend Gina's Poem To Me
I was talking to her and she said its ok to put up her poem.she hates it but she said it was ok. i said i felt bad posting her word but she says don't worry.I really like it.I don't know why she hates it. As much as i love you I stop and think
Foxes tearing open bin bags on rubbish day. The revenge of nature against over assured middleclass suburbanites. I've seen them scurry and run into the bushes, in my walking about at nights. dazzled and bewildered by taxi high beam lights.
Love Is Simple
A Love Poem. The predecessor to You Have A Beautiful Soul.
When Your Not Here With Me
when im not with you the rain becomes a river but doesn’t wash my tears away the sky becomes a gallery with all my pain on display hardship makes me climb a mountain for a minute of success
Living For The Day.
Dear dad look at all the troubles, all the woes the state of this world captured in the calls of the crows hungry children dirty in the dark
Jaggy flooer symbol of oor Wi yer purple horns ye give fair warns
It's A Wonderful World With You In It.
It's a wonderful world with you in it. I miss you when we're not talking and give going, a miss for a minute. your a wonder,
A poem I believe I wrote in an emotional mood.I was thinking of my dad who died at the time.
there's no way to make it through
I did the best i could do
I tried hard to be my fathers son
but I am not the chosen one
the more things change
the more cliched it feels
I look at my life and I see a story of change