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A List of "Beautiful" Words: Gray

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Ashiness - a whitish or grayish appearance that resembles ashes

Cinereous - gray tinged with black; archaic: cineritious

Evenglow - a reddish gray that is yellower and deeper than mist and lighter, stronger, and slightly bluer than opal gray

Fuscous - of any of several colors averaging a brownish gray

Greige - a variable color that blends gray and beige

Grisaille - decoration in tones of a single color and especially gray designed to produce a three-dimensional effect

Gunmetal - a bluish-gray color

Pewter - a bluish gray

Slate - a dark purplish gray

Taupe - a brownish gray

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Poison in the Dose

🌺Jason Isaac Jordan, 28 (12/11/1996)

🌺Arizona, USA (Born Ohio, USA)

🌺Transmasculine, Bisexual, in a 9 year relationship.

🌺 Amateur poet and cat parent.

🌺BS in Botany.

🌺Currently working as a custodian.

🌺ADHD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Bipolar I, Fibromyalgia.

🌺Loves birds, coffee, cats, writing, board games, video games, and cooking.

🌺Collects: Teapots, mortars and pestles, marbles, and books of poetry.

🌺Using this account to post poetry I write and that I enjoy.

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Bad Seed

Desert Cherry Blossom

Under lacey shade and golden rain

Desert cherry blossom trickles

Bright desert light onto a bed of pebbles.

A verdin hops branches, calling all the time

Honeyed warble from blue-green twigs.

Florid sprigs along crooked boughs,

Silken sun-drops flit to the ground.

Bees delight in their bounty,

Bobbing from petals, bringing new life.

Soon, these skirts are traded for

Seeds, their pods forage for locals.

Gifts abound from smooth-barked

Florida, this Parkinsonia blessing

All who alight in and around her

Resplendent wings.

I Take Pictures of Flowers

Who:

For my love, to make her smile

When a purple blossom makes

Me think of her favorite color.

For my Tumblr followers when

I post proof of my wilderness walks.

For my soul, so I might revisit these

Moments of awe and beauty.

For these,

I take pictures of flowers.

What:

A moment caught in my

Binary bug net,

A digital trace of my travels,

A daily commute or intentional stroll.

And along the way,

I take pictures of flowers.

Where:

My cloud storage fills

To the brim, and I deign to

Empty a single pixel.

Yellow, then red warnings of

Limited space,

But still,

I take pictures of flowers

Why:

To preserve what I cannot

Trust myself to remember.

Every detail, every shimmer on

A petal, every ring of color,

Every fold and roll and pleat.

To replace what I cannot have;

With no box or garden or

Sun-exposed pot,

I can only hold onto these beauties

In digital form.

When:

The golden hours escape me,

But they are probably sour grapes,

A cast of yellow hue on a face,

Not meant for leaf or colored bract.

Nay, whenever the feeling hits,

I pull out my device.

No process or plan in mind,

I snap one or two decent photos

And continue on my way.

Moment by moment

I take pictures of flowers.

How:

Only carefully, gently,

Holding the camera as I would

Carry a basket of down.

Motionless, I hold my breath and

Press the button.

My phone, with the help

Of an AI worth my trust,

Or with my moderately expensive

Camera I would like to buy

A macro attachment for.

I know not the specifics of how

My precious ladies make it onto

Film or image, but even so

I take pictures of flowers.

I Don't Have Hands

Eating daisies, yellow paint,

Drinking water, taking pills.

Doing everything as I should

Following all the doctor's rules.

Working hard, walking often,

Happy wallpaper, pretty songs

I wrote my feelings in the notes app,

Going to therapy, watching birds.

I have a cat, have a roof,

Have a bed, have a girl.

I don't wanna be sad no more

But my mind has been made up for me.

The ball's not in my court, and I

Don't have hands anyways.

Idk who needs to hear this (probably everyone) but your body is a good body. Even if you don’t like the way it looks or people have made you feel bad about. Literally all bodies are good bodies. Have a good day and don’t forget to be kind to yourself and your body.

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