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Tita Halaman Apr 2023
My brand new soles passing through my erstwhile souls
I keep clambering up, leaving my former body
I keep growing, I keep outgrowing
I keep changing, I keep forgetting

Yet, my smallest voice keeps singing to me  
Yet, my inner child keeps remembering me
The only space where my smile sparks, fervidly
The only flame that won’t suffocate me,
Eternally...
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Apr 2023
Simula ngayon,
Pipilitin ko,
Gumising,
Sa mundong wala sa bukas mo
Simula ngayon,
Pipiliin kong,
Mamatay,
And damdaming niyakap ilang taon
Simula ngayon, ako’y magsisimula muli

At gaano man kabagal, ay bubuhaying muli
Ang pagkatao kong nawala sa ngalan ng dating pag-ibig
At alam mo balang araw, ako’y lilipad muli
Ng walang sakit, ng walang pait
Ng dating pag ibig
Simula ngayon, ako’y magsisisi...
Tita Halaman Mar 2023
Here, catching me breathing
Flying alongside clouds and hues
In a sky tinged ochre, kissing my blues
In a warm glow, eating my cold old grief
Here, flows the bloodline of my words and melodies
Here, I chose to live
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2023
Us, our lives in hard mode
Born unlucky to grow in a hard way
Systems, eating us alive
Folding us, wrecking our wild
Unbalanced, restless, uptight
Some systems, do not nurture creativity
And i’m a fiercely enduring candlelight
Here, we’re set to overwork,
Until,
We’re up there
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2023
She’ll move mountains, she said
Once she’s stable, she believed
Sniffing flowers and leaves
I’m confused, I’m intrigued
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2023
And her tone should smell like fresh petals
Her smile should scatter sunbeams and confetti
Here, she bet, all would want to stick around
She’ll flip her thoughts, she’ll bathe verbal sunshine
Right words, and we might all not want to die
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2023
Sure she’ll lose what she won’t take care of
She lost one, she lost two
Remorse, regret: She captured, she caught

Hence parties now aren’t just for celebrating
She’d blowout grief, she’d pop some tears
Here, she sings, she drinks, she dances
To forget...
A poem for a painting
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