Steno Pad via Lauren “Nadi” Akins (a few from my pre-nuptial pen)

ArtEye, Creativity, Culture, Love

Steno Pad

Via:

Lauren “Nadi” Akins

 

Preface:

 Prosper.

Goodness, good news, and good people:

May they come into your aura.

Magnetize beauty, power, creativity.

Bold–Courageous–All Around Square Biz

 

THE BEST

 10-23-2013

 Seedz of joy grow magnolia flowers yall mistake as my teeth.

Smile centered,

Anatomy diagonal to the dirt.

Sun spits rays,

Faster goes the merry-go-round.

Weird and strange.

My eyes wrinkle,

Cheeks become parentheses

With as much royalty as Rameses.

 

 

 

 

10-23-2013

 come here,

let me.

be your.

life-sized centerfold.

 

8-10-2013

LAUREN OPINIONS

 

Something special in writing a book,

story or song,

to sustain the thought long enough

to feel and to meddle

with the possibility

soaking in the emotion

b/c mine are so passing, ephermal, and forgettable.

Getting my mind to stay in gear:

a great feat

-seeing as how I desire to be

planning out my career

Right Now.

Need to let myself stop feeling the need

to (get)

caught up.

And let old promise,

commitments, whatever

fly off with new wings

to see new life

as from this day forward.

The need to share ideas like water

in streams flows free.

Sleep is slipping her hands

around my waist and pulling me close to her.

I done spent the better part of the day

on a Scandal marathon with good food and catnaps:

unhaunted by tasks or to-do-lists,

a Saturday to just be.

Be flooded with a differing life pace and be sucked into a visual storybook.

When in his company 3-D is a place that’s calling my name over miles. I

love you.

I want the world so bad, friction is sandpaper on silk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HBO’s GIRLS (Lena Dunham)

Entertainment, Fashion, Ooh La La Outfits

January 6, 2014

Yo!

A “Remember this? Remember the time” post.

Place: Atlanta’s Plaza Theatre 1049 Ponce De Leon Ave NE

I volunteer with The Atlanta Film Festival’s Special Events with the lovely Sydney Lamont (hey Sydney!).

This particular evening HBO’s Original Series GIRLS was premiering their third season. It was a beautiful night. Everybody looking pretty and giggly. 

I don’t know whose idea it was, but I was glad they had a popcorn bar, complete with jelly beans, caramel-apple Twizzlers, mini Chips-Ahoy, nuts, and plenty of nostalgic candy to throw in the mix. 

I met a tall, lively red head who turned out to be the director of HBO’s PR for this region. Never know who you gon meet, huh? Gotta stay ready.

R.S.

    

2 of 22 poems to my king: Birthday Variety (original poetry)

Poems for my king: Birthday Variety, poetry.

Venus

 

The ditches look good with no water in them.

Clean, even.  

More like a Mocksville than a Nashville. 

The morning air is still and sweet.

I take a long drag of it. 

Despite the fact that we were just rushing around like demons busy on this Earth.

Cuz we woke up thirty minutes too late, and you were posed to do the prayer at 10 o’clock service.

I get in the passenger seat of my car, smile at you.

I guess you were thinking about not being late and I was thinking about how beautiful you are, 

how handsome of a spirit ambling among us regular menfolk, womenfolk. 

You’re sharp.

Can speak to anybody, hell I suspect you could chop it up with the Head of State right now, leave him with his mouth dropped.

“Wow”.

You could get the bitterest of bitter bitty to show you what’s left of her teeth.  

And that’s why I love you, beyond belief.


By: Me (Lauren Fitzgerald)

Her name is Magenta

She makes life feel like a fable,
Running on train platforms to catch unicorns flying to the Brooklyn Art Museum and Abyssinian restaurants.
She paints with a mixture of crushed ochre, wet lilacs, and oil:
Her paintbrushes are enchanted.
She practices with each picture, until for painting she is paid.
Offertory grins offering the World through her eyes.

Offhand politeness, a pretty bird from down South.
Doing slightly better on her Odyssey than Odysseus:
Her only offense, singing octagonal octaves with tremble fit only for October.
It’s that frighteningly authentic.
Official oddity, settling into her weirdness
That psychology officiates.
Her head cocked in analyzation,
An amendment to her peers’ playfully shallow scope,
And a nod to her ancestors.

She is analogous to a princess,
Petals envelope her lavender body as she drops them every now and again
Like the globe’s flower girl decorating dirty streets.

by: Yours Truly (Lauren Akins)

Fashion, My Happenings, poetry.