Paul Forshtay

Joined October 2017

15 stories

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I’ve been writing all my life, but have never really sought publication by any means.

I’ve written an obituary once.

Apart from that, rant-riddled Facebook posts and endless reams of paper scattered about the States are all I’ve got.

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Welcome to Earth
The first thing you should know in making sense out of the world Is probably leave it spinning like it does. We’re not the wind, so we won’t likely change the tide
By Paul Forshtay2 years ago in Poets
Pray
Perhaps people play- practically pretending perfection. Poised, paralyzed… passionate protection. Perdition proclaims persistent paranoia- preying poignantly people’s practicality.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
A Reoccurring Wickedness
As these things begin With, really, no start And yet we’re omniscient still With purpose to win And a triumphant heart
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Cease and Desist
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his “room.” The prison had been constructed in 2077, and it had been designed by John Berkel.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Fiction
Smoking
What first comes in blue Is set loose in a jet stream Grey and blown away.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Sedona
The Jordan runs deep Miles from the Bell, she climbs Into the heavens.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Belgium
Answer to beauty Tomorrow, I long for that- In you being blue.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Colorful
Red the Bill of Rights White after Constitution Blue my mind; we’re lost.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Vain
Blue’s often gentle And seems to be wise, perhaps I say for my eyes.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Empire
or blue like the sea- So mighty and strong is she Can consume a fleet
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Sapphire
Blue of a sapphire; September’s renaissance stone for Anger, it’s shown.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Poets
Miles to Go Before I Sleep
First thing you notice is becoming immobile. Your joints are stiff and getting around becomes increasingly difficult. You don’t understand why this is happening, so the anxiety grips you, but you maintain hope.
By Paul Forshtay3 years ago in Motivation

Paul Forshtay

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Welcome to Earth

Pray

A Reoccurring Wickedness

Cease and Desist

Smoking

Sedona

Belgium

Colorful

Vain

Empire

Sapphire

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

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