Many have stood here
But fewer at the summit
Some of them remain
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More stories from Simon Curtis and writers in Poets and other communities.
I didn’t come home when they wanted, There was always an excuse A meeting that had dragged on Too many ends were loose.
By Simon Curtis5 years ago in Poets
There’s a silent strength that flows through feminine veins, One hidden behind a pasted smile and a black sense of humour,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 days ago in Poets
All you did was talk shit. You took my name and ran it through the mud, then the compactor, then the shredder, then dried it out,
By Jesse Lee2 days ago in Poets
My writing journey has been a bit of a roller coaster. I don't have any accolades to claim, though if I actually attempted to get serious about writing contests and submitting my work, I could change that. After I finished my rewrite and recording of the audiobook of "Memoirs of the In-Between" I decided that I needed to decide what to do next.
By Hope Martin7 days ago in Writers
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