She was a basket case,

Carved out of long nights,

And very little sleep

Laughter was never taken lightly

Smiles only showed their face,

When the moon was full

She spent a lifetime,

In that tiny, dirty room

Filling page after page,

With bad afterthoughts,

And secretly hidden regrets

I should have seen it coming

I should have paid better attention

But that wasn’t my job,

And selfishness often takes away,

The very thing we live and long for

The very same thing,

We were too preoccupied with,

All the times that never counted,

But never,

When they counted the most

© Dicky J Loweman 2015



Only to be

All you ever wanted

Wanting isn’t bad,

More like a formality

We all have it in us

We all have to do it

And although we’re held accountable,

The freedom with it comes

The ability to be

Anything we want

Anything we can think of

Anything we can dream

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


This Life Calls For Certain Things

Such is life

That much is certain

Some days I feel it

Many days I can’t

Or don’t

Or won’t

And for some, there are essentials

Those things we can’t go without

Simple things

Horrific things

Some things, so complex, I don’t understand

Can’t or won’t understand

These things I write of

Change, depending on the person

They change on decisions

And of circumstance

Some days you can go without

Never thinking of them

Some days they will swallow you

And your every thought

And sometimes

Most times

You just plain want them

They make this life easier

More convenient

Easier to deal with

And easier to live by

I have a long list of these, said things

I can’t think of them all

For I don’t need them all

Not all at once

Not now

And often, never

But by having them

I find I am happier

A bit fitter

More socially acceptable

In a better mental and physical state

And more apt not to kill anyone

© Dicky J Loweman 2015