I'm zoned
Brains foggy
Can't even hold a conversation
With those closest to me
All this vocabulary
And I've run out of things to say
So I just talk ****
To fill the silence for a bit
But I can't be arsed
I quit
How bout you take over for a sec
Cause it's not just my responsibility
To remain enthusiastic
Asterisk
*having or showing intense and eager enjoyment, interest, or approval
Yeah,that's effort
haven't felt that way for a while
and I won't force it
So you speak
And maybe I'll listen
If it's not more of the same
Look up once or twice
If you say my name
Get annoyed that I'm in a stupor
Don't be so vain!
Can't you see it's just my brain
No one's home
It's nodded off again
I'm in The nil zone
But What can I say
I'm prone!
I won't pretend
Its a Shame
You're not entertained
but this Influx of Hormones
Got me feelin like being alone today
Hand me some chocolate
And some dumbed down TV
Oh ****! Just my luck I've given up dairy!
No ***** to give, I'm gettin none today
Just my luck I'm feelin hella *****
And my boyfriends away
But **** it, I'm tired anyway
Frustration got me in disarray
******* Sun! I didn't see you today
It's gloomy, I'm angry, I'm stressed
Call the A team
Here comes Mr P.M.T and Mrs P.M.S

Flowers are a woman's best friend:
even as the petals wither,
just as a woman's body does,
the core still remains,
beautiful and as vibrant as ever.

-PMT

Two vowels
one word,
two eyes
one world.

"Hello", you said,
as you caught me blushing
under a cherry blossom tree

Little did we know
that it was the start;
cupid's arrow went straight through my heart
Because darling, I knew,
you'll take my hand
and take the world in two's.

-PMT

Writing is the way to my existence:
what my heart beats for,
my lips kiss,
my mind thinks,
my skin craves,
and my soul hungers for,
I make known
through words
that my pen bleeds
to write across
your skin made of paper.

- PMT

a quick word for paula lee
and  pamela rae
members of
the ditzy is as ditzy does club
may i join you ladies fair

my applicatory action
took place this morning
while labouring under distraction
i washed my husbands(a chippie) workwear
with cat's chicken flavoured kibble

it is now out drying on the line
with a row of cat's divine
staring at the brown streaked
grime in nose wrinkling adoration.

so ladies i think i made the cut
and can become a fully fledg-ed
member of this club refined
of absent mindedness defined....
(i plead pmt ...
intelligence in, sharp decline)
what say you..

Does batgirl
between you and me
suffer form PMT.

It is not the amount of time shared
the amout of tears shed,
or the laughter lines that embed:
it is the cold, demeaning dread
that encircles my head
whenever our time together
ends.

- PMT

I am in love with the beauty of solitude:
it is in the quiet where we hear
the loudest of cries
and the thunderous of roars.

- PMT

There are two sides of goodbye:

Good, as to
"It was good seeing you."

And bye, as to
"But I must go."

- PMT

Of bright mornings
and scorching beds
Your body lays
unmoved and spent
  
Rarely do you stay for coffee
but it's past 8 am
and still
you're here beside me.

Nothing is more amazing
than Sunday mornings spent
with your happy, sleeping face
nestled against my *******.

- PMT

Love sat on my left.
Best on my right.
Just knew it was going to be a bad night.

“And how I was right”.

Best said, while eating bread, shall we order now?
YES, Yes, Iove said, think I fancy tomatoes.
Really I said. ...     tomatoes!

“Yes love said”.

“**** me I said”.

There you go again.
“Love Said”
Well I thought you do not like tomatoes.

How do you know what I like?
Love said you never pay me attention anymore.
We are out in a restaurant I said.

“And what that mean!     Love said.
******* hate PMT just trying to my Best.
Is that just me?

And in my heart,
it stung like thirty thousand whips
when you left me
without a note of goodbye.

And in my mind,
it burnt like thirty thousand torches
when I remember
your promise.

"I will never leave you."
And like the leaves of Fall,
you did.

- PMT

Shattered breathing,
tear-spangled eyes,
body defeated,
feelings scarred,
and soul reaped open.

She was cut open,
for everyone to see
every crevice of her dignity,
every inch of her once healthy soul,
primed through
the man who broke her heart
who put a dent
through the chambers of her heart.

She was never fixed,
but what she wants
was for her fellow humans
to discover how to fix
the brokenness of her heart.

- PMT

A friend came over, asked me how I was,
There was no time to answer, because
She told me what she thought.
So I acquiesced and fell into line,
Sang her the blues in 12 bar time.

I didn't know something was wrong with me
Thought it was only PMT
Or a case of fatigue.
But no apparently I’m depressed,
Need to be more like Jesus

Her diagnosis brought all my thanksgiving
As she scanned my life, judged all my living
She always knows better, and she tells me how.
Hope she comes again; I feel so much better now.