Little Jade Bird 🐦
@eyes-of-jade.bsky.social
Poet at heart, lover of words. Passionate about art, music, movies, and social justice. Join me in exploring the beauty of life through verse.
Heart belongs to the muse @let-it-devour.bsky.social
Heart belongs to the muse @let-it-devour.bsky.social
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Super excited to give you all a peak at the cover reveal for Author & Poet Matt Hodge’s debut Poetry book
@let-it-devour.bsky.social & @eyes-of-jade.bsky.social
📖 🔥❤️🔥📖
“The Girl With Eyes Of Jade”
Due for release on May 25th 2025
#NewRelease
#BDSM
#KinkPoetry
#WritingCommmunity
#poetry
@let-it-devour.bsky.social & @eyes-of-jade.bsky.social
📖 🔥❤️🔥📖
“The Girl With Eyes Of Jade”
Due for release on May 25th 2025
#NewRelease
#BDSM
#KinkPoetry
#WritingCommmunity
#poetry
May 12, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Super excited to give you all a peak at the cover reveal for Author & Poet Matt Hodge’s debut Poetry book
@let-it-devour.bsky.social & @eyes-of-jade.bsky.social
📖 🔥❤️🔥📖
“The Girl With Eyes Of Jade”
Due for release on May 25th 2025
#NewRelease
#BDSM
#KinkPoetry
#WritingCommmunity
#poetry
@let-it-devour.bsky.social & @eyes-of-jade.bsky.social
📖 🔥❤️🔥📖
“The Girl With Eyes Of Jade”
Due for release on May 25th 2025
#NewRelease
#BDSM
#KinkPoetry
#WritingCommmunity
#poetry
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She sleeps
So peacefully
Wrapped in
Loving arms
That will never
Let go
So peacefully
Wrapped in
Loving arms
That will never
Let go
December 23, 2024 at 8:26 PM
She sleeps
So peacefully
Wrapped in
Loving arms
That will never
Let go
So peacefully
Wrapped in
Loving arms
That will never
Let go
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More than anything
I want you to feel
Me
Behind every thought
Between every breath
Under every layer
You wear
I want to be closer
So deep inside
You
You feel me
Within your soul
I want you to feel
Me
Behind every thought
Between every breath
Under every layer
You wear
I want to be closer
So deep inside
You
You feel me
Within your soul
December 27, 2024 at 6:34 AM
More than anything
I want you to feel
Me
Behind every thought
Between every breath
Under every layer
You wear
I want to be closer
So deep inside
You
You feel me
Within your soul
I want you to feel
Me
Behind every thought
Between every breath
Under every layer
You wear
I want to be closer
So deep inside
You
You feel me
Within your soul
Hands,
not tools, but worlds,
holding secrets of the earth and sky,
of a tenderness that asks for nothing
but to be.
not tools, but worlds,
holding secrets of the earth and sky,
of a tenderness that asks for nothing
but to be.
January 3, 2025 at 5:17 AM
Hands,
not tools, but worlds,
holding secrets of the earth and sky,
of a tenderness that asks for nothing
but to be.
not tools, but worlds,
holding secrets of the earth and sky,
of a tenderness that asks for nothing
but to be.
The warmth of palms,
like sunlight falling through leaves,
a moment suspended,
aching in its simplicity.
like sunlight falling through leaves,
a moment suspended,
aching in its simplicity.
January 3, 2025 at 5:15 AM
The warmth of palms,
like sunlight falling through leaves,
a moment suspended,
aching in its simplicity.
like sunlight falling through leaves,
a moment suspended,
aching in its simplicity.
Fingers trace the quiet edge,
Soft ridges of time worn smooth.
Each line a whisper,
etched in the memory of touch.
Soft ridges of time worn smooth.
Each line a whisper,
etched in the memory of touch.
January 3, 2025 at 5:06 AM
Fingers trace the quiet edge,
Soft ridges of time worn smooth.
Each line a whisper,
etched in the memory of touch.
Soft ridges of time worn smooth.
Each line a whisper,
etched in the memory of touch.
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Any excuse
To have my hands
On you
To have my hands
On you
December 11, 2024 at 7:20 AM
Any excuse
To have my hands
On you
To have my hands
On you
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Sometimes
It is only your lips
I think about
The way they feel
The way they make me feel
The way I want to feel them
On me
Pressed harder with a grip
Of your hair
It is only your lips
I think about
The way they feel
The way they make me feel
The way I want to feel them
On me
Pressed harder with a grip
Of your hair
December 11, 2024 at 8:36 PM
Sometimes
It is only your lips
I think about
The way they feel
The way they make me feel
The way I want to feel them
On me
Pressed harder with a grip
Of your hair
It is only your lips
I think about
The way they feel
The way they make me feel
The way I want to feel them
On me
Pressed harder with a grip
Of your hair
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She doesn’t
have a religion.
Her faith resides
in the stars, flowers,
and oceans.
Her universe within.
s.b.
have a religion.
Her faith resides
in the stars, flowers,
and oceans.
Her universe within.
s.b.
November 29, 2024 at 8:44 PM
She doesn’t
have a religion.
Her faith resides
in the stars, flowers,
and oceans.
Her universe within.
s.b.
have a religion.
Her faith resides
in the stars, flowers,
and oceans.
Her universe within.
s.b.
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It was a rainstorm
That led me to you
A sleepless night
When I began to write
A sequence of events
Randomly fell into place
Was it destiny
Was it fate
When our paths crossed
Whatever the case
I thank the universe
In some small way
Every day
That led me to you
A sleepless night
When I began to write
A sequence of events
Randomly fell into place
Was it destiny
Was it fate
When our paths crossed
Whatever the case
I thank the universe
In some small way
Every day
November 30, 2024 at 2:25 AM
It was a rainstorm
That led me to you
A sleepless night
When I began to write
A sequence of events
Randomly fell into place
Was it destiny
Was it fate
When our paths crossed
Whatever the case
I thank the universe
In some small way
Every day
That led me to you
A sleepless night
When I began to write
A sequence of events
Randomly fell into place
Was it destiny
Was it fate
When our paths crossed
Whatever the case
I thank the universe
In some small way
Every day
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Jamming one of my dad's favourites. He was a big CCR fan. I inherited one of their original vinyls, well used. 🎶
November 26, 2024 at 10:01 AM
Jamming one of my dad's favourites. He was a big CCR fan. I inherited one of their original vinyls, well used. 🎶
The tides rise,
fall,
rise again,
a hymn sung in waves,
the ocean’s voice breaking,
raw,
aching for the touch
of a lover he will never hold.
And she, the moon,
watches with solemn grace,
eternal, unchanging,
her face reflected in his tears.
Together they move,
separate yet one,
two souls circling.
fall,
rise again,
a hymn sung in waves,
the ocean’s voice breaking,
raw,
aching for the touch
of a lover he will never hold.
And she, the moon,
watches with solemn grace,
eternal, unchanging,
her face reflected in his tears.
Together they move,
separate yet one,
two souls circling.
November 25, 2024 at 10:02 AM
The tides rise,
fall,
rise again,
a hymn sung in waves,
the ocean’s voice breaking,
raw,
aching for the touch
of a lover he will never hold.
And she, the moon,
watches with solemn grace,
eternal, unchanging,
her face reflected in his tears.
Together they move,
separate yet one,
two souls circling.
fall,
rise again,
a hymn sung in waves,
the ocean’s voice breaking,
raw,
aching for the touch
of a lover he will never hold.
And she, the moon,
watches with solemn grace,
eternal, unchanging,
her face reflected in his tears.
Together they move,
separate yet one,
two souls circling.
The ocean breathes, restless,
a heavy sigh rising with the pull,
its hands of salt and foam
reach for her silver face.
The moon waits,
her pale skin soft against the black sky,
a quiet sentinel watching the waves crash.
She whispers light into the depths,
her glow spilling secrets
into waters.
a heavy sigh rising with the pull,
its hands of salt and foam
reach for her silver face.
The moon waits,
her pale skin soft against the black sky,
a quiet sentinel watching the waves crash.
She whispers light into the depths,
her glow spilling secrets
into waters.
November 24, 2024 at 9:21 AM
The ocean breathes, restless,
a heavy sigh rising with the pull,
its hands of salt and foam
reach for her silver face.
The moon waits,
her pale skin soft against the black sky,
a quiet sentinel watching the waves crash.
She whispers light into the depths,
her glow spilling secrets
into waters.
a heavy sigh rising with the pull,
its hands of salt and foam
reach for her silver face.
The moon waits,
her pale skin soft against the black sky,
a quiet sentinel watching the waves crash.
She whispers light into the depths,
her glow spilling secrets
into waters.
I see you,
through a veil of unlit moments,
your eyes burning words
you dare not say aloud.
The space between us—
a chasm filled with longing,
a wound both fresh and ancient.
through a veil of unlit moments,
your eyes burning words
you dare not say aloud.
The space between us—
a chasm filled with longing,
a wound both fresh and ancient.
November 24, 2024 at 9:08 AM
I see you,
through a veil of unlit moments,
your eyes burning words
you dare not say aloud.
The space between us—
a chasm filled with longing,
a wound both fresh and ancient.
through a veil of unlit moments,
your eyes burning words
you dare not say aloud.
The space between us—
a chasm filled with longing,
a wound both fresh and ancient.
In the shadow of the night,
where the air hums electric,
whispers rise like smoke—
curling,
twisting,
breaking the silence of an empty room.
Fingers trace the edges of dreams,
aching for what was never spoken.
Your breath—a quiet storm,
a hymn of want,
just beneath the skin.
where the air hums electric,
whispers rise like smoke—
curling,
twisting,
breaking the silence of an empty room.
Fingers trace the edges of dreams,
aching for what was never spoken.
Your breath—a quiet storm,
a hymn of want,
just beneath the skin.
November 24, 2024 at 9:03 AM
In the shadow of the night,
where the air hums electric,
whispers rise like smoke—
curling,
twisting,
breaking the silence of an empty room.
Fingers trace the edges of dreams,
aching for what was never spoken.
Your breath—a quiet storm,
a hymn of want,
just beneath the skin.
where the air hums electric,
whispers rise like smoke—
curling,
twisting,
breaking the silence of an empty room.
Fingers trace the edges of dreams,
aching for what was never spoken.
Your breath—a quiet storm,
a hymn of want,
just beneath the skin.
Fingers hesitate, hovering above destiny,
Where touch becomes a language
And silence speaks the loudest truths.
Your voice—soft thunder—
Calls me to an edge I’ve never known.
We teeter there,
Between the safety of the known
And the storm that waits
When passion is set free.
Where touch becomes a language
And silence speaks the loudest truths.
Your voice—soft thunder—
Calls me to an edge I’ve never known.
We teeter there,
Between the safety of the known
And the storm that waits
When passion is set free.
November 24, 2024 at 6:17 AM
Fingers hesitate, hovering above destiny,
Where touch becomes a language
And silence speaks the loudest truths.
Your voice—soft thunder—
Calls me to an edge I’ve never known.
We teeter there,
Between the safety of the known
And the storm that waits
When passion is set free.
Where touch becomes a language
And silence speaks the loudest truths.
Your voice—soft thunder—
Calls me to an edge I’ve never known.
We teeter there,
Between the safety of the known
And the storm that waits
When passion is set free.
The moon rises, silent witness to the tide,
A pull, unseen, but felt in every thread of skin.
Whispers gather, curling like smoke
In the hollows where breath becomes fire.
Eyes lock, not for answers
But for the questions we dare not say.
A pulse shared between the unseen
And the undeniable.
A pull, unseen, but felt in every thread of skin.
Whispers gather, curling like smoke
In the hollows where breath becomes fire.
Eyes lock, not for answers
But for the questions we dare not say.
A pulse shared between the unseen
And the undeniable.
November 24, 2024 at 6:11 AM
The moon rises, silent witness to the tide,
A pull, unseen, but felt in every thread of skin.
Whispers gather, curling like smoke
In the hollows where breath becomes fire.
Eyes lock, not for answers
But for the questions we dare not say.
A pulse shared between the unseen
And the undeniable.
A pull, unseen, but felt in every thread of skin.
Whispers gather, curling like smoke
In the hollows where breath becomes fire.
Eyes lock, not for answers
But for the questions we dare not say.
A pulse shared between the unseen
And the undeniable.
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A bond
So strong, secure
Ironclad to endure
The test of time
It's hold
Sublime
With the weight of the future
The length of a lifetime
Links of years
Of days
Of nights
Unbroken
So strong, secure
Ironclad to endure
The test of time
It's hold
Sublime
With the weight of the future
The length of a lifetime
Links of years
Of days
Of nights
Unbroken
November 22, 2024 at 11:04 PM
A bond
So strong, secure
Ironclad to endure
The test of time
It's hold
Sublime
With the weight of the future
The length of a lifetime
Links of years
Of days
Of nights
Unbroken
So strong, secure
Ironclad to endure
The test of time
It's hold
Sublime
With the weight of the future
The length of a lifetime
Links of years
Of days
Of nights
Unbroken
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The moment I feel
How much you want me
Is the moment
I will do anything
To grant your wish
But it may not be
In a hurry
I might want to keep feeling
The moment
How much you want me
Is the moment
I will do anything
To grant your wish
But it may not be
In a hurry
I might want to keep feeling
The moment
November 22, 2024 at 6:33 AM
The moment I feel
How much you want me
Is the moment
I will do anything
To grant your wish
But it may not be
In a hurry
I might want to keep feeling
The moment
How much you want me
Is the moment
I will do anything
To grant your wish
But it may not be
In a hurry
I might want to keep feeling
The moment
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I’m collecting your whispers.
November 21, 2024 at 11:43 PM
I’m collecting your whispers.
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November 21, 2024 at 9:42 AM
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The light caress
Of your touch
Ripples across the surface
Of my soul
Reflections of your love
Shimmer
I just want to stop
And feel it
For a while
Of your touch
Ripples across the surface
Of my soul
Reflections of your love
Shimmer
I just want to stop
And feel it
For a while
November 21, 2024 at 7:38 AM
The light caress
Of your touch
Ripples across the surface
Of my soul
Reflections of your love
Shimmer
I just want to stop
And feel it
For a while
Of your touch
Ripples across the surface
Of my soul
Reflections of your love
Shimmer
I just want to stop
And feel it
For a while
Here,
Beneath the fragil map of veins,
I trace the quiet anthem of love.
The hum of ink sinking deep,
A hymn written for no one
But the soul beneath your skin.
Words linger,
Soft as the space between breaths,
Carving I love you
Into a moment
That the only silence remembers.
Beneath the fragil map of veins,
I trace the quiet anthem of love.
The hum of ink sinking deep,
A hymn written for no one
But the soul beneath your skin.
Words linger,
Soft as the space between breaths,
Carving I love you
Into a moment
That the only silence remembers.
November 21, 2024 at 6:19 AM
Here,
Beneath the fragil map of veins,
I trace the quiet anthem of love.
The hum of ink sinking deep,
A hymn written for no one
But the soul beneath your skin.
Words linger,
Soft as the space between breaths,
Carving I love you
Into a moment
That the only silence remembers.
Beneath the fragil map of veins,
I trace the quiet anthem of love.
The hum of ink sinking deep,
A hymn written for no one
But the soul beneath your skin.
Words linger,
Soft as the space between breaths,
Carving I love you
Into a moment
That the only silence remembers.
The pen hovers
A quiet river waiting to spill its truth
I press it gently
The first stroke like a whisper of rain
On earth that forgot how to bloom
Your name
Trails in soft loops across the skin of my longing
Each letter an echo
Each pause a prayer
A quiet river waiting to spill its truth
I press it gently
The first stroke like a whisper of rain
On earth that forgot how to bloom
Your name
Trails in soft loops across the skin of my longing
Each letter an echo
Each pause a prayer
November 21, 2024 at 5:50 AM
The pen hovers
A quiet river waiting to spill its truth
I press it gently
The first stroke like a whisper of rain
On earth that forgot how to bloom
Your name
Trails in soft loops across the skin of my longing
Each letter an echo
Each pause a prayer
A quiet river waiting to spill its truth
I press it gently
The first stroke like a whisper of rain
On earth that forgot how to bloom
Your name
Trails in soft loops across the skin of my longing
Each letter an echo
Each pause a prayer