The seals have been broken, the trumpets have sounded, and still the great masses of the human familia choose to
Is she? Bipolar? Me? Bipolar…oh no…I think I might be…manic though But she’s off-kilter. Her got PTSD in our bloodstream
Have you prepared yourself to die Egypt? that is what the lot of you asked me. I said “No”—unknown to
In the collection of love poems, "Rogue Planets," Egypt English takes readers into the darkness dwelling within lovers, existing to be conquered with light. This is the prologue.
We live in a house with creaking floorboards. We lose ourselves between the cracks and crevices. Most days, we float
“Is it too much?” I asked myself…probably asked Frank too. After all who would have the audacity to slap their
We always believed we could fly—no one else did. They only saw us getting as far off the ground as
They will say we sound like the distant rumble of two trains passing in the wake of night—like the scent