STEVEN PORTILLO
11th GRADE
BIG ROCK BLUES
We will go back to how we once were, someday
We will go back to how we once were, someday
I’ll be sitting back on the big rock waiting for you,
big brother, to return.
Watching time pass, sunrise and sunset, 4 years now
Watching time pass, sunrise and sunset, 4 years now
Watching it pass, what’s the point now, I feel so down
You’ve made new friends, most likely you forgot about me
You’ve made new friends, most likely you forgot about me
I sit, sit here on the big rock waiting, thinking you forgot about me.
4 years without seeing you, happiness and memories you will bring
4 years without seeing you, happiness and memories you will bring
4 years without seeing me, how you’ll feel when you see Steve
Please come back and see me, big brother,
for then I could get off the big rock and be free.
DEVIL’S PLAYROOM
I
Eyes opened, lights off,
staring at the ceiling.
Lying on my bed, I turn over,
see myself in the mirror.
I get up. All the lights are off in the house,
nothing odd. No one’s here again, just to double check.
I walk to everyone’s room, no one’s home.
It’s okay I say, I’ll see them soon.
I continue my day as normal, laying on my bed.
The front door opens, first mother’s home, then sister.
Lights on, every door still locked, but now people in them.
As long as I’m not alone, right?
Time passes and a familiar smell comes from my sister’s room,
it’s nothing new, the fresh smell of the Devil’s salad.
Oh, would the Devil himself be proud and excited?
Immediately covered with Victoria Secret perfume.
Everyone now, ready to leave me again,
are they confused?
Why have a house filled with beds if they’re barely being used?
I go to my bed, lie down, once again.
Turn over, see myself in the mirror once again,
maybe I’m not alone, I have myself there for me,
that’s all I’ll ever need in the end, deep thinking.
Lights off—every one of them; eyes closed.
II
Having to share a room with my sisters
since my room’s being renovated.
The white walls fit well with the situation I’m in,
making me feel as though being crazy and bad isn’t really a sin.
3 beds, single bed for me and a bunk bed for them.
There’s a mirror that mirrors us in that room to show
what we’ve become.
Nothing but bad is ever only done
in that room, we have a window,
showing us the horrible view.
And only a small corner in the room
that holds innocence and peace.
A single statue of Our Lady,
please Mother save me
From this room,
before I fail and soon too will be consumed.
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