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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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To do nothing but stare at a wall, watch the sun wash over old paint. To cry because something blew into my eye. I thought of something funny and remembered your face. To cut a carrot the slow way, julienning each disc, one by one, to put my face over the pot as hot water boils. To do nothing but fold my clothes as if my hand was an iron. To watch your yawn like a slow-motion movie. To touch the thin film of dust without rush to wipe it away. To write as if I were talking to myself. To do nothing the whole day. To fill it to the brim with nothing, nothing but nothing.
Steeping in cool waters
The saffron sun on the
Bowl of the pond.
Taking my vitamins every
Morning, the C in my veins
Mingling with the salt in my eyes.
I ride two buses to my chapel
Of peace, a set of flowing
Waters, unblessed but holy to me.
Pacing the dusty paths of
The preserve, I ponder the
Wild waterbirds, wandering.
The ducks, unburdened by
Prejudice, finding their ways
Along the tiny beaches.
The spice of life, I infuse my days
With the fine herbs of musical
Birdsong and chords of clouds.
Finalizing my day's work,
I board the buses home, busy days
Ahead, but for now, hallowed, heady harmony.
It was only a few weeks,
Shopping at the local
Asian foods store.
Getting used to having
No car to shop with,
Packing a week's worth
Of groceries into a single
Backpack.
We ate mostly rice and
Vegetables with a bit of
Diced chicken for a bit of
Protein, once a week.
Bone-hungry and sick,
Despair set in.
"I want my mom" I said.
I didn't want her often,
Or even at all since leaving.
But after a few weeks of
Rice with nothing,
Anything seemed better
Than waiting for the anemia
To set in.
P.S.
(I didn't call my mom. We relented and subscribed to Walmart's delivery service and now we're doing okay)
🌺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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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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