Tabitha Castillo

To those I hurt.

Scribble, scrabble of my dreams.
Every word's not what it seems.... more »

In my eyes you are a man trying to better himself.
In my eyes you are so strong.
In these eyes your imperfections are the workings of God.
My eyes are not virtuous and they do not see well these days,... more »

With this poem I really wanted to capture a image of a map to understanding an actual person. For this reason the poem itself and how it is written, gives the illusion of a road map or instructions.

I wear my face a map to my heart
And if you... more »

To the 'island princes' of the world.

Tropical sun shine
The way I think of you... more »

He should not exist!
In so many ways his being here defies
Absolutely Everything!
And my cosmetic makeup should not draw him closer....... more »

Play me a song to soothe my troubled heart.
Let the melody consume my worry ridden thoughts.
May all who hear it find comfort in the soft begotten melody be midst our conflicts
And know not trouble in the score.... more »

Echoes in the confines of my soul
Reverberate
Driving me to my own private madness.
I fear if someone does not answer soon... more »

For you are more then a passing glance
More then an unreached shore.
More then happenstance.
Have your friendship but I want more.... more »

For he is the guardian of the night
And I keep his sun.
Together –yet apart
We are always one.... more »

I wrote this for a person who decided he would be best out of my Life. Time has passed and needless to say scars were left. I am still very hurt and want to be angry. I have spun countless stories on why he had to leave me, though in my stories he never does this willingly. I am a whirlwind of emotions.

You have become a creature of my memories.
In my head I have killed you a thousand times... more »

The pain of my mother.
The respect of my father.
I take it all with me
As life pulls me under.... more »

Unlike most Love poems this poem was written for my best friend not exactly a Lover. I wanted this poem to paint a picture of a person waking up and being stricken by the realization that their arm/leg/etc. was recently amputated. I didn't want it to be a typical pretty poem because when you lose someone it isn't so. This poem is for AJ. You will be sorely missed my Love.

I like a man who waking in the mid of night still reaching with a flexed arm recently amputated.
So do I in the mid of day face the sudden remembrance of your absence.... more »

My old skin had scars and marks since birth.
It fit like a snug blanket and gloved my fingers.
A very wash and go type of being.
How clearly everything was through the eyeholes.... more »

The silence deafens my ears till they ring
Say something. Say joking! Say anything!
Picking at slashes so they never heal.
Your lies are to often too familiar to feel.... more »

Dull multi colored pearls of youth.
Are you to become me?
I thought that all the little things made me who I am
When even my right arm finds me impossible... more »

What was once now slips away.
Tiny pieces of sand
Through my fingers,
Unused.... more »

A calm wind’s gentle whisper on the dimmest seeming night -
A smile seeking stranger during an inner winless fight -
These are the ways my Lord speaks to me when I don’t think there’s a way -
When my whole Life’s left in peril and I can’t face another day.... more »

A morning part. A sheer adieu. I am torn from you again.
With tingling feeling once adorned severed by evening break.

Every time I wake from you and am blessed to see your face... more »

I think that there is a point in every person's Life where yo come to he realization that 'pinky promises' can be broken and often are. You come to a hard realization that the world isn't black and white and despite you trying to cling to your childhood idealism, the world isn't fair. For some this comes early....

You're the beacon of Truth to my midnight Life.
Lighthouse to my ocean of doubt.... more »

Sing to me of sweet surprises
My life with you would bring.
All the world would have a smile
If you would only sing.... more »

Love without a choice.
I hear it in your voice.
Hear what you can't see
What you mean to me.... more »

Carved from stone by broken hands turned up towards Heaven.
Born of melted glass once hot with passion now cold and unforgiving.
Pedi stools are for masterpieces showing the vulnerability that this child does not permit himself.
God grant me the Love that I need to show him that each stroke,... more »

Justin, this one's for you....

When you left me broken and confused
I swallowed glass.... more »

Dedicated to a more than worthy adversary.... Cory Mcknight.

You are my greatest challenge.
The one of which I fear,... more »

Like smooth summer rain -
Sunshine on my window pane -
A cool cup of tea on a working day -
Watching the sun on colored glass play.... more »