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Tita Halaman Aug 2020
Eyes on hands of your ticking clock
I need to think, I need to light up
My mind, It’ll sing until you say stop
Yet I need to think, I need to light up

Maybe just a bottle to cheer me up
Guess I’m out of bullets, I’m out of luck
Can you wait till I get back on track?
I just need to think, I just need to light up
Tita Halaman Aug 2020
Dull, closed, dead serious
Yet gaped open by her grit
Now like a fool, like a freak
Ten red flags, who will quit?
Tie my hands, I’ll take a seat
I’ll chew the rocks, endure the heat
So, would you let me swim against the current?
For thou can’t love just when it’s convenient
Tita Halaman Aug 2020
Over-loving, overwhelming
Always reaching, always dealing
Full of spirit, persevering
Blazing grit, hot and glowing

Who’s now downhearted, forlorn, blue?
Up for the whole nine yards for you
A melancholic thought, yet I’ll get through
Taken for granted as i take it too
Tita Halaman Aug 2020
My hands in between
Knives from my fellowmen
All sharp, they sheen
Hot to trot, eager to win
Yet no fear, I’ll go closer
Stab me then, the harder, the better!
Won’t feel it anyway
My mind’s at peace, won’t let you play
Instead, I’ll carry you, I’ll lift you up
You’ll hear me cheer, you’ll hear me clap
And under you, you’ll see a glowing face
It’s me who won over my yesterday’s race
Tita Halaman Aug 2020
made sharp flats
painted cats
burned some fats
cleaned my past
spilled my guts
passed my class
so I can ask
How are you?
Tita Halaman Jul 2020
One sunny day, she’ll call you up
Bring you strings, a pick, a strap
Have I told you i wrote a song?
Though you always mute, you make me long

You’re a six o’clock to seven
Yet in my analogs, you’re bursting
While I’m a four o’clock to five
At my zenith, singing

How magical i still can hear
The colors, the melody, it’s real!
Would you mind to share your years?
With a song that brought me smiles and tears
Tita Halaman Jul 2020
I’ll fold then I’ll press
My roots of success
I’ll hold then I’ll throw
I’ll fly then I’ll fall
Yet I’ll pick me up
And toss me up again

Above the trees, above the seas
With the clouds that smile and give me peace
I’m breathing, I’m growing
Ready for take off! I’m living
A poem for a commissioned painting
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