Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poetry 30

I am taking a poetry class at Irvine with a whole slew of freshman that don't give a shit about the beauty of words. I am taking it because some wise humans told me it would help develop stronger verbs in my stories. This much is true. However, I find many of the assignments trite and unsurprisingly I continue to do, and write whatever I want. This week we were given a secret written by another classmate and told to write a poem, but we are not allowed to rhyme. So of course, mine rhymes. Since I cannot use it in class I will use it here and share with all of my faithful followers my 'cheap rhyming' poetry, for better or worse. Read through to the end and find out what my secret was. *It's meant to be read aloud, so do yourself a favor and act like an idiot for a few moments.

Sweet Angela

When I met her in September
I liked the way she spoke
I like the way she licked her lips
I liked that she had hope
I like the fact that she read books
she spoke the words upon her mind,
she told me things I never knew
she drew circles on my spine.

She showed my what meant to love,
She practically drown me in it
But no matter how hard I tried
I could see myself within it

I liked it when she got on top
and I liked her from behind
but the jelly feeling I once had
now trickled out my spine

It was colder than I would have liked
those weeks in that December
she crossed her legs then crossed my mind
fewer times than I remember.

She loved me like a sick disease
like it was the only thing she knew
She loved like all she could was love
I was lost with what to do.

So I let her keep on loving
cause I liked the way it felt
to have someone who need me
I’m like pants without a belt.

I kept her close through winter time
cause it’s cold between the sheets
and no one likes a new years kiss
with someone you can’t keep

I told myself I’d break it off
when the snow began to melt
but I found myself in April
not telling her how I felt

I became accustomed to the way she moved
the way she drove my car
the way she laughed and things she ate
but it wasn’t love by far.

I kept her at my side
when summer came around
she had a boat and tiny clothes
what more could I have found?

I know it sounds so horrible
to let someone go on loving you
without the slightest of regard
to not feeling the way the do.

I became addicted to her smell
to the way she wanted me
I told myself "it sounds like love"
but I knew it couldn’t be

It took me two more months
I went back around to September
before I told sweet Angela,
this love wouldn’t last forever.

The secret I was gifted was: I led her on for twelve months, because I was addicted to being loved.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Tiki Tiki Tambourine

A festive Friday night out at the Tiki Bar in Costa Mesa for Atwater and The Pricks turned into massive mayhem, and a twelve hour hangover for yours truly. Me and my ladies had sushi and drinks before heading to the bar located on the industrial side of Costa Mesa. The show was a blast as always, and the people in attendance were some of my favorite.

Me, Dre, Candice, Danielle at Kevin's house before heading out to the bar. We had vodka soda's while all the boys smoked cigars. TGIF.

I love this one, Sage is like, 'what is she doing?' and Andrea has no idea. I love these two sooo much! Andrea and I will be departing for Europe at the end of June, so stay tuned for some serious footage from across the seas.

Yeah, Candice. She may be mad that I included this picture, but it speaks volumes for the integrity of the evening. I love my friends, and I am pretty sure that they still love me!

Me and Kevin, aren't we cute? :)

Cat'in Around Town. Nice legs ladies, these are some lucky boys to escorting you for the night.

Andrea and Sage, with some Sepia tone lovin!!

Jenna at the start of the night, while she is still stoked on her job. On Friday and Saturday nights you can find Jenna behind the lens of my camera shooting some of the best nightlife photography in town. You can always find her at The Alley, but if there is somewhere happenin you can be sure to find her there too! Go Jenna!

Two Please?

Look at us! Not Working!! If you know us well than you know that tragically Andrea and I work nearly every Friday and Saturday night. For us both to be off work and out on the town is basically a miracle.

So cute, the picture, and my ring Danielle is wearing :)

Drink Doho Drink!! As the night progressed the drinks seemed to go down quicker, isn't it funny how that happens. Then eleven o'clock becomes two o'clock and you didn't even notice!

Boys being Boys. Leave it to boys to find sports on in the bar on a Friday night.

Group Shot. Love Everyone.

Lugo and Meeks gettin down with the Get Down!

Mike Brophy, being Brophy.

Coley and Candice lovin life and their Friday night

Jenna later in the night, not lovin it so much. Hey, hey take a picture of my Genieva!

Reed and a very pretty Lady

Pricks I have seen the Pricks play at countless venues on every day of the week for the last four years. I still love their set, and will continue to love them always!

Pricks at the Tiki Bar.

Me, having one of my twelve drinks. Dear God. The next day I had to lay in bed from morning till night, take a Zofran, Compazine, Norco, and Xanax before passing out until today. God help me.

Pretty Ladies like the Pricks.



One Set. Two Set. Three Set. Four. How Many Pricks at your door?

Kevin Elliot giving an amazing performance.

Crowd shot.

Things began to get blurry. If you aint double fisting it, you aint a real drinker.



Don't Wanna Be Used.

Elliot, number one super fan.

Twice the Kevin, Twice the Fun .

Your Girlfriend is a little Pricks Groupie.

Wake Up.

Yes Please.

Over and Out.

Andrea loves Atwater.

Kev and Lugo chattin it up



Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Starlight Moonbright.

These are a few pictures from a photo sesh in my living room after work Monday night. Although I spent most of the evening in the tub, these are a few pictures I took while I wasn't. Happy every time I get behind the camera, I need to remind myself to do this more. Silly Jenna said she wasn't good at being the model, but clearly she was confused. I keep getting really dizzy while I write this, so if there is an earthquake soon, I'll say I told you so... The rest of these photographs can be seen at jenavievekate.blogspot.com.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Meet Atropa Belladonna

This is my new magical black kitten named Atropa Belladonna. She is seven weeks old and I love her. I don't even mind being kept all night or the fact that my bedroom smells like savory salmon. She is a rescue cat and they told us that black cats are particularly hard to place, and that only special people adopt them. Go figure. We are in love. Her name almost as special as she is. Atropa Belladonna is commonly known as Belladonna or the deadly nightshade. It is plant that has been used as a sedative and poison since early man. Atropa comes from the name Atropos, of one of the three fates in Greek mythology, the one that cuts the thread of life. The name Atropa Belladonna is derived from an admonition in Italian and Greek meaning "do not betray a beautiful lady."