Words With Her

We’re all fucked up

Every one of us

It’s only to what degree

And it always depends

On who’s doing the judging

Some people can accept less

Live with more

Live with the fucked up qualities of others

I have a hard time with this

Maybe I’m not the answer

Maybe I’m the problem

Maybe I just don’t really like most people

So, yeah

We’re all fucked up

And lately

I’ve kept busy, by reading your mind

It’s a dirty, but wonderful world you got there

Don’t change

For your’s is one of the few

One that I can live with

© Dicky J Loweman 2015



The Leaving

My word

Against yours

Long nights of no giving in

lost hours with nothing being said

No smiles

Only anger

Subtle sighs


Your move

Not mine

Your mind has been made up

Your decision is to move on

Wordless thoughts

Never spoken

No Goodbye


Sitting alone

Empty house

Only memories stir in this place

Nights are long and colder now

Empty rooms

Empty thoughts

Empty heart

© D J Loweman 2015

Sincere, Obsessive, Inspiring And Sometimes Crazed

I love you

And I listen to what you have to say

Things you mention resonate within me

They often stay for way too long

But I guess that’s just how I’m wired

Sincere, obsessive, inspiring and sometimes crazed

Some of your more memorable descriptions

Don’t always like the sound

But there is truth to what you say

And I keep your words

Close to my heart

So if you never remember

Anything else I say to you


I love you

© Dicky J Loweman 2014