Solemn Stories

To understand life, one must first tangle with death. It is not a single vast unknown, but the accumulation of being. Death can be a warm, soft blanket in the storm--a familiarity, a friend-close enough to comfort, yet distant enough to let you breathe.

A slowburn love story with just feeling. In a world that expects you to pick a side, choose a label, and define every emotion... one soft-spoken artist finds themselves caught between the silence of glances and the noise of their own heart. When Khline meets Noah... quiet, steady, unreadable something stirs. And just when they start to understand him... Jae arrives. Loud, messy, full of feeling. Torn between two boys. Torn between what feels safe and what feels real. Torn between being chosen... and choosing for themselves. This isn't a story about who they fall for. It's a story about how. And everything they feel somewhere between the lines.

Book of Poetry by Me. These are all very personal, so sharing them with this community is the first step to coming out of my shell.

I used to take pride At where I hide. Up at the mountains Where I scream, shout, cry and talk all I want. No one will listen No one will hear No one will haunt No one will taunt My lonely soul Even the hole In my heart Has many darts It hurts But I don't mind I'll find A way. But now my past is chasing after me. Where do I hide now? My scared mountain Is already black and filled with despair. Everywhere I look It's dark So dark I can see light! Is that my home? No. I mustn't go back! But I. My sacred mountain. I have no where to go. Will she accept me? I should try.

All the Christian wedding Songs I sang

thoughts

Some random poetry I've written

Collections of poems. Truly, for you.

A young soldier is one of many victims in a huge explosion, only to find out that he has slept for 60 years yet does not look different. He finds a group of helpful people who bring back the pieces of his memory.

Thoughts and ideas that circle upon my head. I watch as how it withered and danced as it turns into words and to be read. Of quiet birds in circled flight *A tangle of thoughts, quotes, and poems*

https://zurilawrence2.wixsite.com/my-site-3 I'm always complaining about my life but what happens when you put it into poems? Some poems are good but some are still meh take a journey with me through poetry I have been making since I was ten regular poetry may be boring but this isn't regular poetry!

Join me in the walks of life, where time slips by in minutes. A hazy blur of growing up too fast-numb to the world, watching life pass like a dream you barely remember. This story is a reflection of what it means when time moves in a blink, when you're left standing at the edge of choice: to be seen or to be overlooked. To choose obligation or independence.

Some scientific researches done by myself

Deep!

A solemn pianist manages to meet a optimistic fashion designer who is eager to get to know the boy after he hears the beauty created when graced with a piano. What darkness lies behind the Jin-myeongs eyes that draws Jiman in more and more?

--- New profile, same poem!!--- A poem through the eyes of a foreboding Raven. _________________ Copyright © 2019 I don't own the cover picture, I found it online _________________ Edit: I wrote this when I was a kid! I will leave it up for sentimental purposes, but I warn you now it is a very mediocre pice of writing :)

A poem that depicts the dark side of rain. Read on to catch a glimpse of the dark and dreary reality that is oft hidden behind the soft pitter-patter of falling drops...

Small poem to those who fought

A compilation of letters sent from an anonymous person. The only identification is their ending, "Most Fair and beautiful, solemn courtesy". See the journey the letters take as they get more in depth and odd. Will the admirer act on his/her words? -Authors Note: Updated frequently. A day by day story... with some hiccups along the way-