e-mail: snowwhitesuicide@gmail.com

website: Apocalypstick

A little bit about me...
I started writing in junior high, shortly after I came across a piece of paper with a rant of sorts written for English class by a friend of a friend of a friend. Someone I only knew by name. It was so chaotic and jagged, and it really hit me hard because it never occured to me that poetry didn't have to be this rigid, structured outlet. I bought a composition book with my lunch money and didn't stop writing from that day on. As the years pass some bring pages and pages and others bring nothing at all. The stuff published in "Gashes to Ashes" were all basically written in one very long, very hard, and life changing year. Maybe more will come, maybe it won't. I guess that's for life to decide.

Here's a sample of my stuff...
The Feeling (Anger)
From the book Gashes to Ashes

Do you ever get that feeling, the uncontrollable urge to beat the living shit out of the next person you see? You don’t care who it is, or how old they are, or what they might be able to do to you. All you can envision is smashing their face in until all of your knuckles are broken, until their skull caves in. You can hear their screams echo in your head; they eventually get so loud you'll do anything to make them stop. Their terror makes you shiver; their fear makes you wet. It’s barely controllable when you wander through the crowds of people with urgent feet taking them to eat, fuck, and consume. Your fists clench and you dare yourself silently, who will catch the lava when you finally erupt? I don’t know if I will, but if I do I feel no pity for the one that catches my torment right in the fucking mouth.


Here is what I've done with KnifeStreet...
Gashes to Ashes; a collection of poetry (available now!)

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