"colorless caverns of bone, ready to be your domain." this whole thing is good, but i found this specific image sticking with me. this felt like being put in chamber of the damned (poet. who yearns. to their demise.) great work!
there is so much power in so few words here. You know, I think, how much I respect and admire this in poetry, in all forms of literature. You are a master at it.
Hollowed, burrowing, colorless....what happens when we realize that what we've given ourselves to didn't care for us they way they should have....hiding in what is hollow.....i felt this..i have felt this too...many times........who knows who i thought i was giving myself away to......thank you...it tells the truth.
"This has completely pierced my soul today, Brooklyn! 🖤✨ 'Hollowing' is such a profoundly beautiful yet heartbreaking way to describe the raw reality of emptying ourselves out just to keep someone close.
Your lines about the spaces voided in vain hit so incredibly deep. A stunning, hauntingly accurate masterpiece—thank you for sharing this raw truth! 🩷✍️🌌"
The imagery of 'colorless caverns of bone ready to be your domain' is purely brilliant and incredibly powerful. You have a phenomenal gift for putting that painful, fragile human experience of self-destruction for the sake of company into such perfect words.
Oodles of love to this creation and all of your creations <3
Oodles of love to you too! 🙏🏻❤️
A powerfully striking and relatable piece for many.
Those things one writes and wishes no one relates to. Thanks, Jordan.
"colorless caverns of bone, ready to be your domain." this whole thing is good, but i found this specific image sticking with me. this felt like being put in chamber of the damned (poet. who yearns. to their demise.) great work!
Your rhymes are definitely scheming and they are bold and beautiful... You're such an amazing poet
captures it distinctly, painful lessons. surrendering self to not be alone, yet what remains is an empty shell incapable, of love.
Wow, this poem did something to me I still don't know how to describe.
crevices made through my skin;
yours if you choose to remain.
Hello Brooklyn,
there is so much power in so few words here. You know, I think, how much I respect and admire this in poetry, in all forms of literature. You are a master at it.
Hollowed, burrowing, colorless....what happens when we realize that what we've given ourselves to didn't care for us they way they should have....hiding in what is hollow.....i felt this..i have felt this too...many times........who knows who i thought i was giving myself away to......thank you...it tells the truth.
"This has completely pierced my soul today, Brooklyn! 🖤✨ 'Hollowing' is such a profoundly beautiful yet heartbreaking way to describe the raw reality of emptying ourselves out just to keep someone close.
Your lines about the spaces voided in vain hit so incredibly deep. A stunning, hauntingly accurate masterpiece—thank you for sharing this raw truth! 🩷✍️🌌"
The imagery of 'colorless caverns of bone ready to be your domain' is purely brilliant and incredibly powerful. You have a phenomenal gift for putting that painful, fragile human experience of self-destruction for the sake of company into such perfect words.
Simply magnificent! xxx 🩷✨"
Love 🩷 💕 ❤️ you xxx