Dragonhearts

by Nikita Gill

Interesting title but extremely encompassing of all of thier styles and voices. So that was an exciting and promising start.

a home for their heart:

A home for their heart... hmm that is inspiring. could this be a prompt? OOOOOOH or maybe the title of a letterstyled poem.... hmm the wheels are turning and the poetry hasn't even begun!

remember to practice self-care before, during, & after reading.

This was an AManda lovelace touch. Haven't had the pleasure of reading N. G's works but it's not a Trista Mateer thing and All of Lovelace's books begin this way.

celebrating yourself

Please love, always celebrate yourself. Even if it's just for getting out of bed on a Monday morning.

/ sea storm courage

Another inspiring comment. Perhaps another prompt/title

shove you into a box,

This comment reminds me of "The Packaging of People" by Iain S. Thomas.

Trying to shove a whole galaxy into a box and stamp the word normal onto it,

Beautifully simple word choice, great imagery another awesome prompt. If only the ones with stamps and tape guns could see how accurate this is... maybe they'd find new professions.

You are shattering the thing that holds you in. Remember that.

AWESOME POINT! I love this one!

he plied me with tea and honey

like the night we were on skype, he told me bed time stories and had my little brother mix me tea with extra valarian root and too much honey to notice. . . like the night he promised me he'd be there in the morning but was so far gone when the sun came up that even ravens could no longer reach his ears. . . like the night with card tricks and him calling me a queen just to strip me of my power and run away with my jewels. That liar. That thief. He was always aching for a moment of honesty, but he didn't have it in himself to return the favor.

over the counter magic

prompt

contemplating death at the kitchen table

You know darling, the kitchen table was never the place for your bloodstained newspapers and the counter was not intended to hold up the dead weight of your shell - especially after having been so mighty while keeping up the heads and hearts of everyone who loved you, everyone who came by to make sure you were alright leading up to the end. You know Darling, I never did approve of you writing your goodbyes at the kitchen table, even if you were drinking orange juice and munching on fresh blackberries. I know it's a little late to demand one, but I'd be grateful to have an apology slip from between the sheets of your empty, ghostlike bed.

Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.

prompt. Advice. Always the hardest part.

they will change.

Yes, they will change, but never for the better and rarely in any of the ways you'd hope.

powerless until the day I realized that hell is a place other people put you

oooh... powerful. Not the lack there of, but the creation of.

& placed its heart right beside mine—

yes, yes you did. Reminds me of the mermaid story in [Dis]Connected

“Wonderwall” by Oasis

one of my favorite songs for no reason at all :P

I m gonna save me

Hell yes!

She draws blood when she has to and sometimes when she doesn’t.

I love this line. The vernacular is perfect.

- you predate athena.

prompt and beautiful title

Speak.

this actualy reminds me of the book I read in middle school : Speak - I wonder if it's a nod to that book. It was said to be super popular.

build your own castle from the ash & bone of all those who told you there were limits to what your hands could do.

I want to see a drawing accompaning this and to have a print of it available on one of thier websites. This would be amazing,.

Your scars are a warning to all future monsters

definitely a prompt.

bows her head, tells me she wishes

trapeeze swinger by iron and wine. so i guess really what i mean to say is this one makes me think of you for a few seconds then reminds me of how far I've come since knowing you

Opposition trembles before you.

excellently potent use of personification

Reputation doesn’t precede you; it follows you around with its tail between its legs.

Dont call me peanut by bayside - which is another way of saying even your poetry was never this vivid or honest.

Queens

Yes. Now I have even more meaning for my queen love sweatshirt. Thanks holly!

you have castles inside your bones,

prompt and so print worthy

you raise him a whole war.

Because there is no conflict you cannot win with your bravity and wit. No matter what he's done to you. No matter who has turned you against her. Raise hima whole war and remember you are destined to win simply because you are stronger than they have ever seen.

THINGS THAT AREN’T REQUIRED TO BE A QUEEN:

thank you for the reminder. :)

Rebel soft.

rebel beat by the googoo dolls. Surprisingly good to write to :)

Honey-tongued and unapologetic.

your goddamned honeysuckle kisses and sweatstained summer hikes to my house may have distracted me then, but I've learned to tell the difference between unapologetic, apathetic, and just plain innocent. Let me tell you darling, you havent ruined the taste of honeysuckle; however, it still curtles with the mere mention of your name.

The world is only hard because it needs more flower-hearted people.

Wonderfully penned.

make persephone proud.

prompt.

if I wasn’t orbiting around Venus,

is venus a reference to a specific person? or a continuation from a separate idea? or something far too cryptic even for poetry? or the goddess of myth ledgand and lore?

lived.

loved?

throw entire festivals in your name.

there is absolutely nothing wrong with this dear

the princess gives up her title & trades it in for warrior;

The Light after Iain S. Thomas

yay!

existing. Someone comes along to remind us to stop being so small and so human. And do better by being so much more.

before I slice my hand right across my lifeline.

juice. I’m not ready for you to see me bleed. I’m not ready for you to know I am a fallible thing.

I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too.

me. I made a myth out of myself in my youth

we will set fire to this world that steals your childhoods,

and build you a better one from the embers,

And then God doesn’t answer, but Amanda does.

She never tells me that my ghosts aren’t real.

your pages are bewitching.

picture your worries melting away with the salt & being replaced by both self-confidence & self-assurance.

my sisters. Pure as fire, the greatest wealth I could ever know, finally, finally, bringing me home.