Writers Workshop Assignment

okay, so what we had to to was create a poem consisting of the bolded phrases.
so aye, here it goes.




A young concept creeps through your ears and over every cell inside of you.
It falls through small openings of unaffected light, 
and crawls up the broken spines of our youth.

Looking for a sense of comfort inside the mouths of those with pillowed tongues is where this concept can rest. 
Where it can feel safe among molars and plaque, last night's desert.  

On my first day of school it followed me to every room.  
Written on each desk, etching it's purpose into all of the wood. 
It poured itself glasses of reassurance at lunch.  
Downed them by the gulp.  

To comfort me it pinched every line on my face, pulled at every hair. 
Stuck its feet in the oil pools,  
Stomped over freckles and moles.  

An innocent sense of right and wrong flushed throughout the cheeks of every student. 
Rosy red and warm. 
Embarrassed by it's pronounced existence, shoulders slouch and eyes droop.  

I find myself fingering specks of incompetence that lay before my feet.  
I pick them up and build them a nest made of their own accomplishments. 

An innocent eye peeks through the mass, 
But i will forget it.  
I go to the place inside of my head where the walls are soft and the floors are prudent. 
The place where advice seeps through the vents and meets contradiction in the atmosphere. 


I learn about the candor of every heart inside of this room within my head. 
Skipping on top of wooden planks placed high above the ground.  

And now comes the time where this concept forces me to jump.
My bones will shatter on the enlightened floors. 
Advice will fight with contradiction in the air, and inside of my head, 
I am gone.