Distance

About the Book

“Distance” is Joseph’s first published collection of poetry. Made up of 69 poems, “Distance” deals with subjects like Love, Hate, Loneliness, Depression, the author’s undying love for his first love Jordan, and the Desire to be with her once again. It also includes Joseph’s first short story, “The Old Man and Time”. Another poem from this book “Emails” includes actual messages written by Joseph and Jordan. With his dark way of writing about love in all its forms and variations Joseph has created a depressingly lovely book of poetry.

• “The thought of not having you is hard to swallow.”

“When I think of it, it causes me to choke.”

• “Love puts you in a car

That will eventually crash.”

• “I’ve come to the conclusion

Love is an illusion.”

Joe decided to write distance after breaking up with his first love as a way to deal with the pain. “The decision didn’t come instantly after the break up, I was just writing one day and figured why not make a book.” In his spare time Joe likes to play drums and read Edgar Allan Poe. “I still haven’t given up hope; for the band, this book, and Jordan.” “I ruined the future but I still have an ounce of hope for that as well”, “But first I gotta fix myself before I try to fix anything else.”

About the Author

My name is Joe LasCola but I prefer to be called Joe Skull. I’ve spent all of my life in Bridgeport. I hated grammar school, and I’m frustrated with high school. I play drums for Vicious Bliss and we're on the road to fame. I read Edgar Allan Poe constantly as well as write constantly. Nothing makes sense to me so when I write poems at first they have no point. I fell in love with a girl I never met, I decided, even though she lives in Michigan, I had to see her. When we did meet I never felt happier. I had to leave Big Rapids and come back to Bridgeport. Two weeks after meeting her she broke up with me and the love was dead but then it was revived; now because of my impulsiveness and curiosity it’s gone. We still talked, but my dad (who’s a complete asshole) had to ruin that by trying to save me from my depression and guilty conscious by telling her never to talk to me again. Yea, that was smart…NOT. He’s such a dumb motherfucker and I’m glad he’s out of my life because what he did only made things worse. I still love her and I hope that this book can be a way to start over. I can only be who I am inside: drummer, lover, skeleton.