Wrecking Rainbows

A bouquet of chaotic words salvaged from the unceasing winter storm that churns regularly in the seemingly quiet little mind of a seventeen-year-old idealist who loves to spit fire at the world when shes feeling fussy. My poems are a bit all over the place because theyre a reflection of my thoughts - but Id like to think theyre like rainbows - colorful, misty and fleeting.