Tabitha Castillo Poems

The Winds of Change are blowing
In every direction they flow.
With weary whispers tracing -
To places you never thought you’d go.
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For he’s the one I search the night -
The one my passions hold.
The one to silence sighs of scorn -
The one that keeps me bold.
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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.
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My dark and decrepit friend
Shall I sing you a lullaby of New Hope?
Your tattered dreams –
Have taken a beating by unkind hearts.
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To the inhabitance of The Factory.

I can loose myself in your movement.
The freedom you emit is intoxicating
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For you are more then a passing glance
More then an unreached shore.
More then happenstance.
Have your friendship but I want more.
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He should not exist!
In so many ways his being here defies
Absolutely Everything!
And my cosmetic makeup should not draw him closer....
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I found this poem I wrote back in high school and I thought I would share.
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I found this sample of my high school writing among some of my old belongings. Thought that I would share.
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I dream sometimes of this man that I seem to always know in my dreams. The odd thing is that when I look back at my dreams I can remember nearly every detail about the dream except his face. In the dreams we always seem to pick up where my Life seems to be. Odder still, is that I have no knowledge of who the gentlemen is that keeps starring in my dreams or even if he is a real person, but I find myself looking forward to seeing him again.

You visit me in silence,
When we are both asleep.
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