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Najy [Glitterati]

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About Me



it was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant
a face as easily hurt
by laughter or light
'we think differently at night'
she told me once
lying back languidly
and she would quote cocteau
'I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say
'whom I am constantly shocking'
then she would smile and look away
light a cigarette for me
sigh and rise
and stretch
her sweet anatomy
let fall a stocking
[lawrence ferlinghetti]

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

< I WILL NOT ADD YOU IF I HAVEN'T MET YOU, OR I'M NOT INTRIGUED BY YOU.>The only ones for me are the mad ones:
boys and girls who make me want to write poems about them.
flappers. rockstars. lofty intellectuals. literary fools. starving artists. courtesans. angsty teenagers. hopeless romantics. idealistic activists. jaded realists. fortune-telling gypsies. drag queens. androgynous hipsters. burlesque dancers. erotic writers. hardcore punks. drugged-out ravers. bookworms. boys who wear eyeliner. girls with short hair. narcissistic club kids. sensual photographers.

My Blog

I have a blog. Vanity.

Is having a blog. And self taken pictures.We all indulge. Najyisatrip.blogspot.com I write poems and stories. Post pictures.100% honest. I travel into minds and county fairs and foreign cities.
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:45:00 GMT

Poem. Another one.

An attempt to describe why I put off buying my new mac chargerfor three monthsI miss thingsI have never owned.Quill pens. typewriters. wax seals. you.This whole messthis web net tangle of me sittingst...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:26:00 GMT

What I do on bad days.

My lovely roommate ruby and I came up with destructive things to do. My veto: Tattoo ($$$) Ear Piercing (been there, done that)Her veto: Punching my lip 'till it bleedsSo we decided to br...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 15:00:00 GMT

Poem. Two.

WinterTake me to a fireplace.Take me to stone and brick. To ivy and evergreen.Take me to beaches and lazy chairs and watery sunsets.Anywhere. To snow and plastic saucers. To a frozen park with slipper...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 23:05:00 GMT

Poetry.

I hold my honey and I store my bread-Gwendolyn BrooksI hold my tongue and I store my head.I kiss my pen and I lay my bed.We make our mouths and we wake our deadWe live our truths and we paint lies red...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:31:00 GMT

Fiction.

I drive too fast. The neighborhood street is lined with cars, mostly station wagons. The yards are clean. An old man walking carefully to his mailbox motions for me to slow down. He wears an argyle ve...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 21:37:00 GMT

Music. Imitating. Life

stolen from another myspace whore (jonny), probably indicitive of my useless procrastination. ...WHAT SONG/BAND (at the moment)...Reminds you of an ex-lover: Led  Zepplin- Houses of the Holy/ Bri...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 12:21:00 GMT