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Tita Halaman Nov 2022
Hither, now, I'll picture the frailty
So hither, someday, i'll remember
Bothered and trembling, as we roll down
As the needy gets killed, and it's no fun
Tita Halaman Nov 2022
Like saints, I, too, gather prayers
Pleas, bathing in tears
Anguished sobs, bursting
Straight to my face, I’ll be counting the days
Stretching lives, extending breaths
Sparking hope, sparking deaths
Prolonging life, prolonging pain
The wealthy in grief, ruptured in frame
A poem for a painting (a doctor’s portrait)
Tita Halaman Nov 2022
Strokes of hues laid here beneath,
Scream the sound a crowd can read
Every me, lives in a never-ending staircase
Head go dim and lit as the world spins wild
Here, lucky isn’t the famous child
Nor the baby born on a higher step
For lucky, is the mind with power
Fortune favors the mind with peace
What for are the stairs bordered with sturdy shoulders?
When one’s trained to focus gazing up
No matter how slow, no matter how little
If you’ll move and move, you’ll get there
Tita Halaman Nov 2022
Maybe,
U really didn’t care much at all
As your heart appears unbothered
In laughs and screams of a halloween party
You chose to, you chose to exhibit
While someone you thought you love,
Is on stifling heat, drowning?
Poor someone, mourning in a loss
Of a cold hearted pointer of someone’s flaws
Tita Halaman Oct 2022
Our different lives, our different views
She’d pack her bags and lace her shoes
I’d clean the brush, I’d squeeze the tubes
Oceans away,
She’d set up, I’d do interviews

As waves roll over
My nights grow shorter
Yet I’ll always stand on my cold feet
Sleep my nights sober
Tell and mean I so love her
Day by day, until forever
Taking steps, being better
In years, we’ll move closer
In time...
Tita Halaman Sep 2022
Words of a happy
So simple, so ordinary
We could’ve said, we could’ve read
Yet for our sake,
We’d rather not remember

Words of a happy,
Piling up phrases, I can see
Swimming through our irises
Eye to eye, we’d feel
We could’ve said, we could’ve read
Yet, world spins wildly
Hurting now seems routinary
Timing’s just unkind to the unlucky
So...
Maybe I’ll just see you again someday
Till “happy”, becomes...
A safe feeling to portray
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jul 2022
Her and her indomitable will
She’ll bend and burn, and will stay still
For she, who can endure, can conquer
The patient, is the hopeful growing flowers
A squat in the storm, a breeding of power
A trailblazer who can also be a follower
And in time, you’ll see
What an ache of a disciplined could be
Beneath the curves of a tired bending body
The prize of her and her indomitable will
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