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Tita Halaman Jul 2024
Dogs can even smell the sadness in me
It leaks from my soul
It jumps out from my skin
Yet one step higher is where we always belong, don’t we?
One step higher is the gleaming golden trophy
And we’d craft our chances
We’d grow our wings
To leave them behind…
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jul 2024
And I now hold them like water in my hands
For no matter how tight my grip gets
They’d still slip through my little fingers
They’d still drip, though I watch
I, who no longer control power
I, who no longer be mad
So toast to the peace!
The peace, I grant unto you
Til I change my mind
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jul 2024
Always every anger was once love
Trickled down to our cheeks
A hopeful prayer through our lips
We put down the sword, we put down the leaves
Letting the palms be ashes
Fiery splatters, blazing splashes
A repentance kind of party
Is it really remorse and its beauty?
Why won’t you convince me?
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jul 2024
It’s like climbing on top of the world that’s sinking
It’s like piecing together a shattered mirror
It’s like building sandcastles at the tide’s edge
It’s like walking a tightrope over a chasm
My mind’s a party confetti
Bursts of color, yet messy
And I keep celebrating small wins
Out of grief, out of suffering
And funny how the mind just keeps coping
A mad good party kind of feeling
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jul 2024
Like bees drowning in their honey
Are the leapers and their ladders
Are the kneelers, the kissers
The free flyers of a big shot superior
The flower givers, the ally seekers
The fast eaters, the sweet talkers
Come, starve yourselves more
Be crazy ambitious, be *******
And we’ll wonder, we’ll ponder
What’s the power hunger for?
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jun 2024
For it took just one soul to grow a life
A soul with womanly yet valiant mind
With her manly motherly undaunted might
With her unwieldy towering chunk of dreams
All alone, she raised me
Bruised and blemished badly
And, “a proud mama’s boy you are”,
you might say?
And, why would I even be ashamed?
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman May 2024
Was knowing less, was bruiseless
Thus impetuous, hence careless
A high diver, a high spirit
Only to find out,
I have drowned, just in shallow chances
I have melted, just in shallow phrases
And it built me,
A tactical diver, a toned spirit
Less smiles, more doubts
In knowing love, in knowing life
Side by side
A poem for a painting
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