July Sixth Drift:: a poem by Dominique 

Drift

A poem by Dominique

Drifting into the space

between dreams and reality

Opening up the mind

to unknown possibilities

Breaking the chains of slavery

freeing yourself with love

We ask ourselves questions

in the deep dark

Am I meant to live this way

or

should I surrender it all to you?

I choose submission

-Dominique

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Abandon:: a poem by Dominique Barrentine 

Abandon:: 

a poem by:

Dominique Barrentine


Quietly I whisper my fears

To the Lord I give it all 

My burden is nothing

Innocently I cry with faith

Hopeful of the future 

My fear is nothing

Lonely I reach upwards

Inward I reach for the spirit

My reality is nothing

Honestly I try for love sake

Trying not to shake/break

My pain is nothing

Hopefully I teach love

Pouring into everyone 

My life is nothing


-Dominique Barrentine 

Californian Flowers Walking Dog in the Sunshine

Walking Oy in the sunshine is one of my new favorite things. I recently started trading artist cards so I needed to walk down to the mailbox. So I leashed up my little Chihuahua and we went for a nice walk. Just because it’s nearly 100 degrees outside we aren’t going to stop having fun. So we enjoyed a leisurely pace and saw some lovely Oleanders along the way. I have one happy little hot dog now! 
White, Red and Pink Oleander seems to be constantly blooming around here. It has always been one of my favorite flowers. I find the delicate beauty mixed with its toxic nature to be balanced well. Even when the lovely blooms fade these delicious (or not so) green foliage is pretty to look at year round. Just don’t let your kids or pets eat it and you should be fine! 

-Dominique Barrentine

Ps: if you like emotional stories about strong creative females check out the book, “White Oleander,” one of my all time favorites. 

Revelations and Revolutions:: A poem by: Dominique Barrentine

Revelations and Revolutions::

A poem

by: Dominique Barrentine

A child’s laugh breaks 
The silence that overwhelmed us now filling the empty spaces 
Between innocence and maturity perhaps something close to a tear 
Sliding down and breaking
In the quiet darkness our minds wander to distant places, people, things
Revolving around appearances without any concern for truth
Don’t let the innocent disappear broken into the night
Embrace the uncomfortableness of change without fear
Step boldly into the space

The distance is nothing

Compared to the truth
We make the simple things complicated 
We break ourselves instead of embracing those imperfections
Beauty lies in the cracks

Secretly we cry

Alone we die
Never giving ourselves the chance to fully blossom 
Hiding the wrinkles and pretending on the outside
Waking alone without knowing where we are going 
Giving up control seems impossible
Ancient habits controlling our every move
Pretending becomes a full time job and nothing seems right
Until we give up control we can never know the truth 
The only way…

The truth, the light eludes so many but is available to all who seek reality
Wake up and abandon the life of sleep walking 
Reach to the heavens with true weakness bearing this honest beauty for all to see devoid of fear
Know that you are loved

Beauty. a short poem by: Dominique 

Beauty: A short poem

By: Dominique Barrentine 

4:09 Tuesday, June 14th 2016, California 

Beauty


Beauty 

Oh Beauty 

How you haunt me

Everywhere I go

My beauty, you follow me

Are you a blessing 

Or really a curse

My body a vessel

Temporary shell on earth 

One day will I escape

No more empty stares

Cat calls will be silenced

We never asked for that

How come you cry out

It’s not me that you see

But my body, my beauty

It’s not real

It’s not me

I am more than my body.

-Dominique 

Passionate Expression of Empathy by: Dominique Barrentine

ADULT CONTENT WARNING:: This blog post concerns sensitive material concerning rape and may be triggering or offensive to some people.  I am outraged and deeply saddened when I hear of cases such as the State of California vs. Brock Turner. Our legal system is demented when rapists are given a slap on the wrist. How is it that so many people can look the other way? Unfortunately rapists are all around us. The sex offender registry is a joke. We need new judges, new laws, and steeper consequences. I think the book should be thrown at this kid and all others like him. Rape is wrong. 

When it happens to other people
They say how sad, 

They say poor thing, 

But when it happens to you it’s different, 

It’s everything. 

How can they sit there and tell me to get over it? 

This pain inside is unreal. 

They say that it gets easier but how long will it take? 

If I continue on with this inward struggle I’m afraid I might break. 

I try my best to hide it. 
I cry silently.
Stifling the sobs and inside screaming. 
Compartmentalization has become a full time job. 
Enjoying anything is difficult. 
Sometimes I hate myself so badly. 
I wish I had fought them off. 
Almost all of the men I knew abused me…used me… 

I forgive them.

Why can’t I forgive myself?

I feel betrayed and alone. 
Often I hide it with a smile. 
I try and I try to be whole and happy. 
But something is lost when you’re rapped. 

I pray for my healing because I don’t feel strong enough anymore. 
I am a Christian now because I needed a savior. 
The pain inside me is constant and excruciating. 
Try as I might I cannot ignore it for long. 
Tears roll down my cheeks without my permission. 

“I’m over it.” I say out loud. 

It has been so long. 

Why am I not over it??? 

I cannot get over it.

What should I do? 

Oh God. 

You are the only one… 
These are not tears but prayers of salt and water leaving me and releasing the pressure. 
I tell myself out loud to breathe. 
Tension is the devil and pain is only a tool being used to cripple and silence me. 

The fear and paranoia is from the enemy. 

I pray for protection and peace. 
It makes me so sad…

…to look around and see others suffer the same ways. 
I know I am not alone in this. 

Sometimes that makes it worse… 

I feel for all of those in pain. 

I feel this deeply. 

It hurts to know others are feeling this violation and pain. 

Others, all over are experiencing it right now and I cry out for them. 

Oh how I wish He would take it away. 

One day perhaps when we die I can see the true reasons why. 

For now I try not to cry. 

-Dominique Barrentine 

Moving Day Washington to California: Boo and Charlie Cats

 

“Is it time to go yet?” The cats said to their people in unison; they were done with this whole moving thing already. 

“First you pack up all the stuff and clean the whole place, you let all these strangers in and now this?!” They complained looking around the room that has been designated the ‘Cat Room’ for moving day. This area has everything they need but when will it be time to be let out already? 

  

Sir Charles, the male of the pair, sulks into the closet for some privacy. He throws himself down with a plop and begins to tear out the fur on his hind quarters. There is a hotspot on his hips where as a younger barn cat he got into a tussle with a raccoon and ended up with two broken legs. Somewhat crippled he tries to compensate or hide his pain from the others. 

  
Princess Boo Kitty is the most well adjusted. As a ragdoll Siamese cat she tends to have a more relaxed attitude in general. I wouldn’t say she is particularly thrilled but she hasn’t lost any sleep over the matter. Her eyes blink slowly and calmly as she lays out on the ground before her humans. 
“You better not forget us!” The cat says rolling onto her back like a kitten. 

Then every time I leave the room they get into position. Charles in the corner of the closet were he can get some secure shut eye and Boo in her crate. 

  
“I’m ready when you are.” She says each time you open the door. 

  
So far so good. Soon we will be on to other things guys. Just wait until you see the new house. 

-Dominique Barrentine