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Tita Halaman Oct 2021
Gold is the gleam, that roams at the top
Go talk to the lucky, then know it wasn’t just luck
Each stairway’s endless, each ending’s a start
Every step’s heavy, every leap’s twice hard
But I won’t stop
Stepping up
A poem for a commissioned painting
Tita Halaman Sep 2021
Come hurl hurdles
Come hurl hindrances
Never will I loose grip
Heading to where I wish to be
Never will I swim, in depths of apathy
To strive, to thank, to forgive
I’ll faith it till I make it
So please don’t you lose faith in me
Tita Halaman Sep 2021
Bet myself should award me
As the most protective and trustworthy
For I can never fully trust anyone, but myself
Go ignite flames, It still won’t melt
Nothing to lose, nothing to prove
Walls are high, sturdy as it should
Who hurt me? They ask
A poem for my painting inspired by “Rest Energy”, the 1980 performance art piece by Ulay and Marina Abramović, which is about complete and total trust. “No Longer Depending Her Happiness to Anyone” portrays a woman holding an arrow on the weight of her body pointing to herself/her own reflection instead. It emphasizes the saying “the only person you can fully trust is yourself”
Tita Halaman Sep 2021
Wonder why I’m blue
Wonder why I’m chilling
Your hands are cold, though they are tanned
I’d warm them up, but they’re still numb
How I wish, I can always carry them with me
But, time-to-time your hands get heavy
It’s just you, and how you act naturally
How I wish, I wasn’t this overly sensitive
How I wish I can always lift you up
But you know that wouldn’t work
And I couldn’t change that
Until forever
Tita Halaman Sep 2021
Ditch fear, do it scared
Greatness, she desires
Greatness, she should get
So she’s bathing schemes, mastering ploys
Playing her cards, making some noise
She, who is limitless, for she thinks so
She, who is a dreamer, is someone you shouldn’t let go
A poem for a painting for an exhibit in Modeka
Tita Halaman Sep 2021
Maybe then I’ll meet
My secret weeper, in public places
My yesterday’s plea, my shade of blue
Yet, I can never look her in the eye
Jump high instead, would I?
Leap over, overcome
So I can laugh, like it’s no harm done
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman Sep 2021
filling up, coping up
beneath a guesswork of a frightened mind
quiet, yet moving
sad, yet hopeful
deciphering fright, coming up roses
as we read and hear, wise stoic phrases
diverting fear, kindling gloom
one day, what’s used to be normal will resume
A custom poem for a commissioned painting
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