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Tita Halaman Jan 2021
tons of strokes laid onto sheets day by day
it won’t stop, it can’t hear what they say
it’ll always hope, it’ll always pray
one day, one morning
my forehead straight to sunbeams
I’d kiss the grief away
I’d ******* dreams and stay
for I’ll never quit, I’ll never fold
I’ll touch, I’ll lick, every pain I sold
one day, one morning
I might lose, yet never be losing
faith
so I’ll try again
Tita Halaman Jan 2021
Slip, flub, try
See? The aim’s still there
As the rich man cries
Whiff, chip, fly
The dream’s still there
Above the bluer skies
Here, he who pays the piper calls the tune
Yet, dime a dozen men can’t get the moon
So I repeat,
Slip, flub, try
And I won’t stop
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2021
Lou
coffee stains
bordering her purple lips
next to her umber cheeks
I’m so obsessed
that I can’t move
my soul’s so full
can’t eat my food
oh God, i need some help


oh Lou, I never thought, I never knew
you’ll leave me, but I’ll go find you
you’ll leave me but I’ll find...


the map you changed
the clouds you rearranged
the sky, you made it rain
and my cider spilled just like the truth
still,  you’ll go swerve, you’ll change your route
oh God, I need some help


oh Lou, I never thought, I never knew
you’ll leave me, but I’ll go find you
Don’t leave me Lou I’m meant for you oh oh

I never thought, I never knew
I’m never getting over you
Don’t leave me if you love me too


oh God I need
oh God I need
oh God I need
oh God I need
oh God, how come that we’re innocent?
if love’s an obvious evidence?
A song I wrote today
Tita Halaman Jan 2021
how true, you’ve been lonely
so like a bluebird from my window
you came, to beg for my eyes
you flew, for me to see your color
above this city, beneath the bluest skies  

yet, like a bluebird from my window
you should be free
I’m not the cure to your pain, I’ll never be
for to dream of the zenith, is all I do
I see nothing but zenith, how real, how true
A poem for a commissioned piece
Tita Halaman Jan 2021
If courage is pretty
bet you should award me
as the prettiest lady
with the perfect smile

To you,
if only courage is pretty
maybe, you will adore me
for eating flames, for gnawing chains
for holding tears, for facing years
for diving in your great wave
for swimming against the tide

To me, indeed
courage is pretty
Yet, why is that so, honey?
you do nothing
and you’re still lovely
bet this world should award me
as the prettiest lady
for I’ll never give you up
Tita Halaman Dec 2020
Flashing lights:
a car that has never been,
to a place that won’t let me in,
to the heights of a mournful dream

Reddish white:
a face staring,
at the rear-view mirror
See? Crying has never been this ugly
Go have yourself some pity
Why won’t you drive back home and let it be?
Go close your eyes and let it dry
One day, it’ll open
Once more, you’ll try

I’ll be back, I swear
Don’t leave, I’ll find you
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