Hey guys, its yet again another week for another post. This week’s theme is Setback Saturday. Why setback you ask?, well, I have a very lucrative explanation for that.

See, I’ve been on this road to recovery, healing from so many things, unspeakable things, but a couple of days ago I had a setback. Now, before I continue with my background story, I think it’s only fair that I tell you a little piece of information that will put everything into perspective. I suffer from a depressive habit of self inflicted pain. Hey, now now, dont judge me, we all have our unattractive demons that always get the better of us but I must admit, I do love cutting myself, it gives me power over the pain I can’t control.

Now, as I was saying, before my rude need to over explain things interrupted me, I had a setback, I had one of my worst anxiety attacks to date. So many people think I should try “healing” from the things that I’ve been through so now I’m on the road to recovery, to try and find this happiness thing, but for now, let me tell you about my setback.

Setback Saturday

I envy those who’ve never felt pain
Heart wrenching, soul scorching
Mind altering, faith scaring type of pain.

I envy those who carry peace
Those who can speak of knowing peace
The happiness of such sweet sweet release

Cause I,
I crave the hunt of lion on a buck
The Roar of a tiger deep in the darkness of thick rotted grass that fails to camouflage its prey and all it can do is pray.
I crave the sight of a car accident, the scene of broken bone, scent of splattered blood, the tears of a blackened widow.

I hope for a darker tomorrow
One of tantalizing terrors
Horrendous horrors in the summer hue

Hear my horrid cry, I’m begging for mercy, help my crippled soul.

I crave unshut cries from gunshot wounds
Continuous morns from lone survivor
I crave the shiver of the last breathe,
The lifeless stare
I crave the caress of stillness in death
From countless corpses

I crave the sorrow song,
The petal arrangement in a church building knowing that all the attendees dont really care.

I crave Montague poison
In the water supply of the city square
Paint the canvas of the fallen
A Picasso of dead innocent
I crave the torch of a hospital
See all the souls ascend in a blaze of victory

Least of all, I crave the quiet of the world
Otherwise, it would hear my thoughts.

_Noms❤_

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Hey guys, your girl is back with this week’s blog… like I said on Tuesday we’ll have themes for each week and this week’s Theme is Sexy Saturday.

This is a poem that my partner and I wrote together some time ago, led by the spirit of love😏❤ the poem is self explanatory and I’m very proud of this piece, its really close to my heart, well, for obvious reasons❤

_Sexy Saturday_

Sparks of majestic beauty
I’ve never felt like this before.
Flames of fiery fumes
A galactic game of gifted souls intertwine twisted tangled in each other’s dominance in a show of romance.
What a performance


Your presence is my reward
The universe in accordance
Sunrays on blue days
The promise of better ways
An animal to be tamed by the essence of your cage

Your very essence fascinates me, take me, incarcerate me, kiss me, grab me, sex me, spank me, your nature resonates with me, clings on me, make me, carve me!

Engulfed in moments wide eyed the half of you is my best side
Snow forms nor wind thunder tides
Couldn’t tear apart what we’ve found

_Noms❤_

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From me with Love❤

Good morning beautiful people, as you know, I had mentioned switching things up here at PERCEPTION, this blog is solely to elaborate on that and the changes I’ll be making to maximize the experience and make it fun abit and for our international viewers, introduce something for you guys too, to teach you more about South Africans, well, a little more from what you learn from Twitter and Instagram.

The first change, with immediate effect, will be the number of times in a week that I post. Myself, and my board of directors🤭🤭, have decided that its in everyone’s interest that I post once a week, this decision came about after realizing that we all are on lockdown, and we all are students, therefore are facing data challenges and also are swamped with school work.

The second decision was a rather jubilant one where we saw it fit to add themes to each day of the week. This means each poem will have a theme, and a background story for whichever day I’m posting, for example; “Memory Monday” or “Feature Friday”.

Talking about features, we have decided to not only post poetry by Noms❤, but other poets I grew under and learnt the art, I’ve worked with incredible people over the years who have really help me grow into the writer that I am today, therefore featuring their art will be an honour on my part and bring diversity to the blog.

We are working hard towards incorporating all forms of art into the blog, not just poetry. This means introducing music and video into our experience, this will be of local artists where we will promote their art and videos of recitals instead of just written (or rather, typed, work).

I hope we all accept and embrace these changes. If you have any suggestions and better ideas, things you’d like us to do or you wanna see on the blog, comment down below, dont forget to share and spread the word, like and follow.

It’s been your girl Noms❤ and I’m Out✌

Hey guys, today’s poem is the last for the week, I really hope you enjoyed being with me and sharing my passion with me. There is going to some changes as from next week, but I’ll do a different blog about that first thing Monday morning😘

I titled this piece _Grateful_ in all of your honour, I cant thank you enough for tuning in everyday and sharing my story with the world. Till next week, Enjoy❤😘.

_Grateful_

I’m in an imposition that drags me from my inquisition
a mind of manipulation
My brain is in critical condition
Forgive me for my assumption but I think I need a physician to tell me I’m not going crazy, I need that validation.

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My soul is in consecration
But I need to get out this incarceration
I need to be incarnated as I grow wings ashes to ashes like a Phoenix.
Excuse my ethical dilemma but I’ve done too many things of horrible description, I need a prescription.
With the choices I’ve made I’m sure I have an issue with decisions.
I’ve let the good times roll with no comprehension of the consequences now the terrors of my past are biting my behind like I sat on top of a beehive but bare in mind I understand I can still be fixed.
Maybe, maybe no longer to perfection but atleast I’m not beyond repairs because of my accidental birth. I’d tell you how I almost died or how I’m such an inconvenience but for everyone’s convenience, I try not to be a nuisance.
I became a fly by night as I tried by all my might to not show my face in the light, and as I fight I try not get my face hit, I dont want them to steal away the grace it still has as I try to desperately try to hold to what’s left of my innocence

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_Noms_

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Lonely is a funny word, it doesn’t begin to describe the feeling of emptiness or the void of the deep dark abyss in my heart that used to be filled with happiness, as my condition regresses, I lost my finesse and now I’m a mess but ales you forget I was a great hero.
When they say mighty has fallen, I can relate. From grace I’ve fallen, I’m even afraid to show my face, show me mercy dont judge me ever so harshly.
I’ve always thought being alone meant the absence of other people but I feel the absence of my soul, this is fatal!
I always thought being lost meant you didn’t know where you were but I soon learnt its forgetting who you are and tryna remember is futile.
Remembering is a dangerous thing. It means opening up closed wounds, but can it really affect you when your wounds have never closed? I find myself looking for light, tryna light a candle in the wind, I know it’s kinda self explanatory but believe me it blows.
Holes in my chest, but can one ever die twice?
I tasted my tears… I felt like an ocean gushed in my mouth and soon I found myself drowning,
I know this is disheartening but I need you to lend me an ear or tomorrow I might not having a pumping heart since everything had already taken away all my fear.

I feel dead, the typa dead that is so dead, death doesn’t begin to explain it so burying my sorrows doesn’t really justify the means,
To an end I am end and believe me I no longer see “and” to the story of me.

_Noms_

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Hey my beautiful people, todays poem is about learning who I am in poetry, and appreciating each and every one of our beauty, yours and mine. with this I want us all to reflect and celebrate ourselves, each other, and change our Perception.

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Hi, I’m Noms, its nice to meet ya😘

My life is a wilderness of sculpted pictures in a romance of crystal valleys flowing the minds of painted glory, a beautiful monopoly a shape of trigganomatry but it could all be just a fantasy, although in reality I speak of poetry, I write of novelty something that sparks out of spontaneity some say its insanity but I feel it a kind of creativity filled with absurdity something to be read of royalty.

I’m picture of a confused picasso, a painting but a drawing that leaves you in awe, as you stare at me through the eyes of the soul museum that is my emotion in paper. I am a beautiful roar of ocean filled lions, with the grace of a lioness.
My Maine is my greatest treasure; it’s the stamp of true beauty the validation of power, carrying the nation from our forefathers generation, with the ability to bare generations of proud warriors, with skin as beautiful as the sun set dipped in morning dews.
I’m an artwork, sculpted with the perfect curves and edges, I’m a natural beaut

_Noms_

Hi guys, its yet again another morning and another poem for you fanatics. The inspiration for _Forgive Me_ is my faith, I’m a New Apostlic Christian and during this lockdown, no one has been to attend church and I’m sure we all feel the void. In our church we have Sunday and Wednesday services therefore I saw befitting to post _Forgive Me_ today.

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Blessed Wednesday to you all😊

_Forgive Me_

Forgive me father, I have sinned
Against humanity in atrocity
I have aborted and demoted the mission you gave me as blessings, and now I speak of blasphemies.
I stopped following the widing roads and I followed the rows forgot the gate to you was narrow.
But in my defence you said you gave us freedom and the power to do our will, I just didnt know that it excluded me from your heavenly will.
Forgive me father, I have sinned
Father, I stopped believing you were my father and I started following daddies, who wanted me dead-ish, cause they knew if I was away from you, I’d lose my place in the lamps book of life and they extinguished the flame of my faith that lit in a lamp beside the book with you as an author so I couldn’t read it I became blind to it.
My first mistake was made on the last and I thought this feeling of pride would last but after a few months I felt lost. What came last became first and for a first i was confused, knew I had to confess but I had conceived, recieved and my truth was then pacified!
I became stuck in a glass chamber where I saw everything go wrong but I couldn’t go out to fix because the monster of my demons guarded the door and I was afraid to confront me.
A missed anatomy of a belonging, a home of shattered dreams I thought I was never alone, but I found myself on a stand alone in a brawl meant to kill my inner core so I fought myself and I lost, I became lost in myself, I wasnt myself, I was by myself


_Noms_

I thought, I’d post once a day, but in light of this lockdown, this piece goes out to every woman and every child stuck at home, because they stayed after _He Said_….

He Said

I love you he said….
These words sounded bitter sweet In my ears because my tympanic membrane knew the symphonies of these words that turned to sourness…
I love you he said.. my body shivered because I knew these words but they turned into bashes, bruises that were built-in my body and a heart put together with duck tape he didnt even have the audacity to try and stick it together with glue for it to look like fine art, I guess he’s intention was to temporarily save in the back side of he’s closeted mind until he finds a new one to use…
He said I love you and I was afraid because fear was instilled in me when i sat on that church bench and sang songs like amazing grace after being told you need to fear God in order for him to love you… I was taught fear is love and I loved the idea so I fell in love with fear that could easily shut me up when my conscious mind tried to speak up for my broken heart…
He said I love you and blinded by fear that was love I accepted the challenge of making him love me back in fear I was slapped by the reality of his hand when I laid on that bed and he opened my thighs to a possibility of lies and I couldn’t convince the truth…. He said I love and in those words I heard the sweet sound of sorrow from my past

_Noms_

… Stay Safe❤

Hey guys, there’s an new entry today for y’all, I hope you enjoy, please dont forget to comment and like😊 I’d love to here from you.

I’ve never really gotten used to titling my poetry but I think _Mind Games_ if perfect for this poem…

_Mind Games_

The smile behind my painful heart is crooked
And no mouth was created to be shaped that way so the gravitational force that was defied when I smiled forced my smile to fall to a frown.
That process was painful
When thoughts gush faster than the flow of blood on my arteries, the war I was losing was between living or thinking, I was defeated. Thoughts ran wild, they became the lion to the jungle of my mind, and to those around me I became a nature reserve, as I cried out for help all they heard was a roar of authority, they called it maturity, as I felt the impurities flow down my face as I lost my dignity, I sat in my corner and I missed my virginity, as I felt the impurities flow down my face as I lost my dignity, I sat in my corner and I saw I was tearing away from the holy trinity, as I felt the impurities flow down my face, I sat in my corner and I felt a type of deformity I saw my reflection an animosity, forgive father, I don’t think I’m coming to the golden city…

_Noms_

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

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