Stark's World

There's so much that people ignore daily. It honestly hurts to see. The sun puts on a show everyday and we only think to watch it when we're free.  There's glitter in the water, there's painting in the sky. It exists and it's free and we give more worth to things that we buy. And honestly I am a hypocrite, because I am guilty for this too. I think I'll grab my phone when my eyes better capture the view. There's so much that we just ignore including the beauty within ourselves.  You are the book's main character except you can't be contained on shelves. Somebody wishes they look like you and you take yourself for granted. You wish your forest held more trees without thinking of the seeds that you've already planted. And the other side may have greener grass but you always wanted to live by the ocean. We're all so beautifully different but there's poetry full of your exact emotions. There's so much that we just ignore. Sometimes it'...

In the very complicated shade of my souls, you are the hidden chamber, the sacred vessel where a piece of my essence resides.  In the profound magic of our connection, you became my Horcrux, holding fragments of my being, forever entwined in the alchemy of love.

A heart encased in icy walls, Where loneliness echoes in its halls. A long, cold winter he's endured, Each day a battle, barely cured. He sees them come and then depart, Leaving a void within his heart. He longs for warmth, a hand to hold, But fears the hurt, the story untold. Trust, a fragile bird with wings so frail, He cages it, fearing it will fail. For opening up is like a dare, To expose the wounds he keeps with care. A hug, a touch, a gentle embrace, Might shatter him, reveal his face. His tears, like rivers, long suppressed, Ready to flood, finding no rest. So he remains within his shell, A lonely boy, living in hell. Yearning for a love, sincere and pure, To mend his soul, forever sure. One day, perhaps, a ray of light, Will pierce the darkness, ever bright. And in that moment, he'll finally see, Love that sets him free.

In shadows cast by a moon's soft glow, A boy, lost in a world of ebb and flow. His heart, a canvas of hues untold, Lonely whispers, stories yet unfold. Through misty dreams, where tears may fall, He wanders, seeking a love to call. A melody of sorrows in his chest, Yet hope persists, a resilient guest. In solitude, he finds his way, A journey danced in shades of gray. Through valleys low and mountains high, He yearns for love to draw nigh. Alone, but not defeated, he stands, A sculptor of fate, with hopeful hands. In every tear, a chance to heal, A kaleidoscope of emotions is real. Sadness weaves a dosser of blue, Yet joy emerges, a golden hue. He waits, a patient, tender dove, For love to descend from skies above. With each heartbeat, a story to tell, Of a boy who learned to break his shell. In quiet moments, where dreams converge, He discovers the power of love's surge. So let the winds of fate conspire, To lift his spirit, ever higher. For in the dance of stars above, A love...

In every heart, a void we find, A space that craves, a love entwined, For all men incomplete, it's clear, Without a woman's love held near. Her touch, a balm, in darkness' night, A beacon strong, a guiding light, In her embrace, we find our home, Where seeds of love and care are sown. With gentle grace, she tends the soul, In her, our broken pieces whole, Her love, a song, forever sung, In unity, two hearts as one. In strength and kindness, she does thrive, A force that keeps our dreams alive, All men are incomplete, we see, Without a woman's love, set free. So let us honor, cherish, and adore, The women who our hearts explore, For in their love, we find our way, In their embrace, we long to stay.

In love's gentle embrace, we find our solace, A symphony of hearts, a dance so graceful. A tapestry woven with tender affection, Love, the elixir, the sweetest connection. With whispers soft, love paints a masterpiece, An eternal flame, glowing with release. Like a garden in bloom, love knows no bounds, A river that flows, where tranquility surrounds. Love is the beacon that lights up the night, Guiding lost souls, restoring their sight. A melody played on the strings of desire, Igniting the flames, setting hearts on fire. Love is the sanctuary amidst life's storm, A shelter where souls can heal and transform. It lingers on lips, in every touch and embrace, An embrace that transcends time and space. In love's presence, we learn to be brave, To surrender our fears, and be truly saved. It is a language that needs no words, A feeling that sings like the flight of birds. Let love be our muse, our sacred guide, For it ignites souls, and cannot be denied. In the poetry of love, w...