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
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
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
Jaggy flooer symbol of oor Wi yer purple horns ye give fair warns
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.
The Universal Embrace
It burns It burns with urgency It demand and begs Satisfaction!
This Is Your Democracy.
Starve the day I’d ever be tempted to walk their way This isn’t my kind of party They mouth the words but their hearts say nothing more
This Is All Rehearsal, Baby
Confused, this tilted ground gives way through disgust, through disillusion these delusions I have given away. You look at the pages
Love Is Simple
A Love Poem. The predecessor to You Have A Beautiful Soul.
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