Derek Lindberg

I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not. -Kurt Cobain

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Left Alone

Surrounded in the deafening screams

Of a night filled with derelict dreams,

Light leaks through cracks with violence

Wielding sinister screams in silence.


My dreams take me back to yesterday

When I saw you in a mist of ocean spray,

Love then flooded this now empty endeavor

You smiled that sweet smile and left forever.


The days roll on to my final conclusion

The nights roll on in dreamy delusion,

When love is given but cannot be found

Is life really all that profound?

Filed under poetry love dreams

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Memories Under a Lone Apple Tree

Journeying through a forest

On a dense summer day

I came by a lonely apple tree

With history richer than the rest.

Laying here its shade cools me

I snag an apple from above

I bite into it and release

Millions of the sweetest memories.

I was taken back to our first date

A picnic beneath this very tree

The breeze carried your lovely laughter

The rest of my life couldn’t wait.

Another memory came and it was our first fight

I’d never known fear until then

Our love proved to be stronger

But still, that was the loneliest night.

A brighter memory came in a clearing

That surrounds this same tree

Holding you I gaze at billions of your eyes lighting the sky

I look at you and offer my love in the form of a ring.

Now in the small church where I vowed

To love you more than life itself

But my eyes begin to water

As this memory fades to a mourning crowd.

At your funeral I couldn’t find any words

I loved you and I lost you all too soon

I buried my love with you that dense summer day

And this last memory fades to the songs of the birds.

The birds of this tree played the song of our love

And on that first date our hearts continued the beat

I know that my life must go on without you

But my heart continues the beat until I join you above.

You could never and will never be replaced

Nor will the sweet memories under the apple tree be erased.

Filed under poetry love memories loss

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If you expect the positive in life to come find you, all you will gain is negativity in life. You must go out and seek the positive to gain true happiness.
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An artist with a pen, brush, or microphone can inflict more change than a politician with a podium.
Derek Lindberg