This collection is a scrapbook of sorts, an anthology of blackout poetry. This composition of mental notes, expressions, and microstories are byproduct of creative destruction. Copyright © 2013 ilokin

these are the screams that slip out of my mouth in the forms of utter silence.

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

Thoughts that run though people's head in the form if a poem