NAOMI ELLE

"The words come to my brain, but I can't mutter them. Why is that?" she questioned to herself multiple times before drifting into a deep...

One drop...one crumb One too many She ruminated over and over again in her mind Over what she could have And what she wished she could...

- Lady X sits back, gazing down on the fresh newspaper in front of her face, while edging her round glass of wine to her pouted, peachy...

Words no longer seemed to make as much sense to her as before She dreamed and she lived on But, she was faced with a harsh reality of...

Love could always remind her of the thin fibres of desire that sat so close to her heart Fragile, but strong in a world which she felt...

The Road is a long way ahead of what is to come, and I know that this might not seem to make sense But, dreams will only remain dreams...

Happiness and optimism is all I hope that this year brings To leave behind the patched past To drain out all of the lessons learnt To...

Black and British? Black and British or Black vs British? Two concepts that mean so much to me yet in the eyes of many don’t make sense...

Pin drop Let her dreams and fears fold into two As she remains traumatised with what she does And what she thinks she does so regularly...

Spiralling in and out The ball over there which screamed of her worries as she came to the same realisation again Her heart was heavy but...

Reality screaming in my ear But won’t you let me leave? Must I stay here forever? That open road far hidden in the distance appears so...

A need and a feel for danger Some sort of rush She didn't really care what she could be getting herself into But she knew deeply inside...

How could I escape a reality that was built for me? By design, I crafted it, carefully selecting what I wanted to be in the present...

Concealed All of those lines... Way underneath There’s no space, no air for them to be found So, they must settle And quiver around...

A spot in the middle is all that she thought she wanted to be In a space where all of her dreams and ambitions ripened by her feet And a...

A spot in a puddle Fed upon a plate Force fed or should I go beyond? Of all that I’ve been taught Essentially all that I know Against the...

Fruit being ripped apart Like a mango Peel,peel,peel away sorrows or? Sweet on the outside and sour on the inside? or vice versa? What is...

Noted and jotted out She could write those lines out of her heart but would they ever make sense? Could she ever take a step further?...

A foreign feeling Creeps up against me As though I can intensely feel the chills of his breath breathing hard on my neck What was once...

Lips... tired, sore and red She tried to rub her worries away But they only became further ingrained With pain and sparkles of what was...