Hello! I'm Derek, a writer based in Portland, OR. Author of short stories, poetry, and blog posts about the things that interest me. Be kind to yourself and others, always.
I'm not a love sick boy, you're the one who seems to get some kind of joy, pulling at my heart, trying to rekindle the memories I share with you.
You see us as Community Superheros, but under these glasses, I'm no Superman. A virus still hurts me. I haven't seen my family in months and that still hurts me.
Waking up in bed alone again, I don't want to do this anymore. I think I've felt this before. Even with time, it didn't turn out.
I Have A Confession
I have a confession: I feel like the biggest loser ever. And not like the show, The Biggest Loser where you win for losing the most weight after getting your ass beat by Jillian Michaels. Nope. Not like that. I genuinely feel like my life is the biggest joke ever, like, whatever God or cosmic entity is out there is just sitting back, laughing hard every time my life crumbles to pieces after believing I had it figured out. Hilarious. At some point, things are supposed to start falling into place, right? All the screw ups and disastrous situations end up making sense, right?
Believing Is Seeing
Why does my heart care so much about being loved and why doesn't my mind recognize when I am loved? I am strong. I am handsome.
When The Powerless Stand Together
For a while, this world we live in felt so modern. As I aged and changed, the layers still encasing us in centuries old ideology became more obvious.
And I Keep Going On
A heart so heavy, I can't feel its beating. People's suffering weighing down on my shoulders. Then, somehow, I'm forced to say goodbye to my brother.
Good Game, John
All the games you've been playin', that's how you learned to play me so well. Stuck in your video game world, you forgot I was real.