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Tita Halaman Sep 2020
Pause! Hold on!
My queen, my rook
My horse, my pawn
I need to think before the dawn
Go light my stick, go play a song!
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 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 Jun 2021
Go, gaze; eye to eye
Dive in hues, swim against the current
Do what scares you, until it doesn’t
Each tasted hurt, each tasted flames
Yet, guts eat fire; grit win games
A mirror of charm, a mirror of gloom
A toast to the grief
One’s sadness in bloom
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2022
To be here,
Bathing under sunbeams
Stirring hues aloft our dreams

To be here,
With a cup of courage, a cup of care
A cup of warmth, we both can share

Years and years, smiles and tears
To be here,
Always
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Jan 2023
I, who heedfully pick stems
Keeping me in, keeping me in suspense
I, do my all, do my all
And it should excite me
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
Tita Halaman Feb 24
A man, with cacti in his hands,

Sharp and silent, he dares to stand.

Adoring thorns, he's unafraid
He lifts the spikes with all their weight.
A lesson etched in each scar's trace,

Each ***** a shadow, each wound a grace.

To persist is not to flee—

It’s to endure the thorns, and still be free.
Tita Halaman Apr 2021
What would we be?
If only we’ll forget
Limits, we used to set
Limits, the mind coined threat
A win or die trying
I’d lift my body soaring
For I and I, who made myself suffer
Would fly one day, steering together
My tears, my sweat as a dreamer
Tastes like water, feeds my brain
Eyes on the prize, numb on the pain
How wild, how mad, life’s truly a game
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Dec 2020
never did I bloom
stirred by a fork,
stirred by a spoon;
swirled by the laws,
mixed by the tunes
Yet,
my eyes, they made them to watch
My soul, they made them to aim
to win the game,
to never blame,
to never be like them
A poem for a small painting
Tita Halaman Sep 2020
Watching raindrops touch
Your hair, my walls
Shivery and cold
I melt, I float, I fall
Trying to be dull, subdued
Am I still loved, understood?  
Reassuring while hurting
Hiding while reading
Pardon me, you’re beautifully ineffable
No proof, no reason
No words, no effort, no season
An unfamiliar place for I’ve never been this full
I know I should win it, but aren’t we all fools?
With love, my love
I hid, yet I still found it
Tita Halaman Nov 2020
How come these melodies can bury me?
Down to the warmest shade of your cold blue sea
I felt, I fell, I drowned
I clung to the tone, I latched to the sound
Tita Halaman Sep 2020
How can I drive just to rest?
My heavy head on you, my prickly chest
From crafty North to busy West
How can I wait and still fail the test
Tita Halaman May 2020
I’d rather taste one bitter than eat sweets
Dolls that pull me and beg me, please
My withered leaves from same old trees
What to do with those blemished knees?

Mind’s wilted, so you came
Words you shower, make it rain!
Swear I’ll never go back again
To my petty, such paltry strain

There’s nothing more i can wish
Take me to nirvana, my perfect bliss
And we’ll blossom, we’ll bloom
We’ll grow, we’ll live, we’ll get there soon
Tita Halaman Apr 2020
Come go **** me, come go sorry
Yet I already built my home
Underneath your skin, under your lashes
Behind our smiles, behind those canvases
Should’ve known you’re empty
Should’ve filled the void
Tita Halaman Dec 2020
all the blame, all the hurt
all the pain, all heavy things on earth
I’ll carry it
I’ll carry you
for you
for us
and I passed by too many roads,
carrying your weight on my shoulders
and dearest, while you’re asleep
You know, we’re getting heavier,
slowly burying me
deep below to the ground
But oh God, my love’s still trying
Please,
take those weight away and let us breathe
I’m so tired, I need sleep
Forgive me, Oh Lord
But why am I always the one?
I am weak
I am hurt
I need her too
to lift me up
Tita Halaman Jun 2020
To be here
Firm, steady, not moving
To be here from where you planted me
Hoping, waiting for water
I might slowly dry, i might slowly die
Yet to be here for now’s the only way
Stakes are high, but i’d still say
To be here, come what may
Tita Halaman Sep 2023
Lick the Lilies, love the Irises
Kiss the seeds to grow gardens
Feed the leaves of your Fleur-de-lis
Bathe it under warm yellow sunbeams
Talk to them,
Talk with all your revolutionary fervor
To be on the rise
Can charm suffice?
A no surprise
You, wild yet wise
Carry on
A poem for a painting featuring Fleur De Lis, the national flower of France
Tita Halaman Sep 2020
Struck dumb, tongue-tied
Here on the edge of my seat
Like a cat on hot bricks
She jumped out of my skin
“Wake up, wine up!”
She said
Tita Halaman Jul 2020
For she has fought tooth and nail
And she’d still bite another bullet
Hey red-blooded, full of pep!
You’ve been hiding tears on every step
Going up or down, you’ll never know
Match that courage, just let it go
Tita Halaman Nov 2020
Can I sing along?
To the sound of your photos and poems
Can I hold your straight face
And kiss your fiery forehead when you frown

Oh oooh
No ohh
Oh ooh
No ooh

How I wish
I’m good at guessing
Oh how I wish I’m always right
How I wish
I’m good at searching
Love on places with little light
With little light

Oh my my my dear, I miss laughing
You know I used to laugh and enjoy all the time
Oh no no no why am i so tucked in?
In your pale grey sleeves, I’m so in love

I’m so i love
With little light

No joke! Her heavy heart is all I dream
A fixed love beneath a deadpan’s burning skin
Zenith, I’ll go reaching
Zenith, I’ll go fly
A song I wrote today
Tita Halaman Jul 2020
Nonplussed, bemused
You’re veering without clues
Yet when i put shows, you’d watch
Your eyes on me, I’d certainly catch

I presume, I reckon, I suppose
You want me, so I’ll pull you close
Howbeit, no fair proof
Still, won’t swerve, won’t change my route

Why no huge words to affirm?
Empty, I’m sometimes draining
Just when I’m losing, I’ll start screeching
Use mind shift! Go fight this feeling

Hence, I’ll stay with or without conversations
My heart’s enthralled, I’ve never felt this emotion
As I’ve lost interest on everyone else
As I’ve returned my old books on my brittle shelves
Tita Halaman Oct 2021
How pretty, isn’t it?
Gazing back to mornings
Skin’s vivid beneath sunbeams
Crying courage, bleeding faith
I snog risks,  swallow pain
I, who grew up the hard way
A poem for a painting for auction by Philippine Taxonomic Initiative. The painting features a newly discovered flower in Palawan called “Corybas Circinatus”. Part of the proceeds went to the said NGO for research and conservation efforts
Tita Halaman Jul 2024
Like a bold moth flying into the flame
I was unreasonably brave
Like a wide-mouthed jar
I was ready to catch all stars
I was a live wire, so thrilled to electrify
Yet my high heat, was a fresh face novice
Yet my bursts of joy, was an innocent mind
And it’s the poison who killed me
So today, in afterlife
I walk on eggshells, I’m weary
My hands are like the surgeon’s
Unhurried, steady
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Dec 2020
“At the right time, young one”
They said
Yet, without a clue, without a sign
I’ll push through

On my way, day per day
No matter how slow, no matter how far
No matter how foolish on vile foolish eyes
My knuckles white, I’ll grip it tight
Out of sight, I’d still go ride
As fast as I can,
I’ll win this fight

So come, call me slower
In the middle of a bumpy road
I’ll always know anyway
As the author
I can

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