it sneaks up when you least need it to.
it blocks your every thought and causes stress.
it makes you forget all you ever knew.
it feels so right yet you know the truth.
it will only cause pain in the end.
it takes away the life you had dreamt.
all those past due assignments you must now amend
because procrastination has become your friend.

It clicks
It ticks
Away it slips
The sands fall through
The hand that grips
And every day
That you don’t do
Is one day less
That’s left for you
You’d pawn it all
To buy a cure
That can’t be bought
In any store
And every time you read this poem
You’ve lost a little more

i waited for tomorrow
because they said it wouldn’t rain
but the weathermen
is often wrong and by the time
tomorrow came
it thunderstormed all day

My neglected duties lie in a heap on the floor, my head hurts as I stare down at them. So many.
And time? Fleeting.
I receive no sympathy from time. I evoke no empathy from my own conscience, nor fantasy.
All the unspoken words I’ve neglected to voice lie gentle on the nightstand.
And I sleep sound.

Your wasted potential is just an issue that people who've wasted their own will pick on you for.

Surely, whatever you're doing right now should be worth at least thirty times more than what you're currently doing it for.

But if that number is zero then it doesn't make a difference.

It doesn't take a mathematician to know that smims maflori hindrance.

Around in a space
Suppose I'd be somewhere else
If I could
Though I can
And choose to think I can not
The brightness
The addiction
The cloudy, spacious cell
I'm in, and out
Of my mind
I'd cry if I'd see me from another's eyes
Sitting alone, addicted to loathing
Crimpled in procrastination
And wanting the world to align into place
When the words I write are what distract me tonight
Though seem to help the most
The work I should be submitting
Shouldn't be here
It should be to the tasks around me
That I neglect to hear
It should be to the aspirations
And to my bodies needs
Like cleansing my face
Drinking my tea
And oh yeah...
To stop ignoring that I have to ***.

No, not clever, just
Some truth.
We may all fall susceptible
To a procrastination loop