Per Ardua Ad Astra

If truth be told:        Life is pain. When you break down, just to pick up odds that you’re set up against. Suffer vain, get struck again.  Bleeding out like a ruptured vein. The rapture of flames, preordained fractured leaves you badly scathed. There’s scars. Then there’s an emptiness deflowered by my chest… Continue reading Per Ardua Ad Astra

Survivor’s Remorse

I didn’t think I deserved love. Imagined myself a burden, the friend who was dealing with so much misfortunes. I had learnt how to tell, that I was hurting, needed a little help. It turns out, I was keeping catalogue of the times I stripped bare and vulnerable; reaching out. They were times, the universe… Continue reading Survivor’s Remorse

Proof of Life:

Sometimes, after confronting what many cancer survivors call: “The Why Question [Phase]”; I used to stretch my imagination to accommodate the idea that a timeline on death makes things very clear. It is what I later named one of my favourite paintings after: Lethal Clarity. It all didn’t sum up to that astronomical stretch all… Continue reading Proof of Life:

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“Untitled” Pressure leaves a person cracked uplike when the jeans tearPressure bursts pipes,see through my genes despairThe same pressure cooks diamondSo when they say refines the soulSometimes I question why that’s soSoft and tender,Done bended these bones to swim through the needleI’ve blogged my strugglesThought maybe there’s someone out there who needs my lessonsDiary demonstrates… Continue reading Untitled

Track — This Was Tomorrow Yesterday

|Verse 1| My pen has been drySeem likeI thrive under chaosLike chiral smoke Combustible particles,going savage inside round-bottom glassIn one gulp of the psi I feelI re-formulate myself Decorated with wars,see the colors of an NDE general climbing my DNA Before I exited,Thought I break a piece of my soul with youMagic first, second ratio of time and… Continue reading Track — This Was Tomorrow Yesterday