#procrastinating
i want to be able
to turn things in on time
and not wait until last minute
but my problem
is that i procrastinate on everything
which is why i'm writing this poem
now
instead of working on homework
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC
There is a sign on the door with her name on it
A red pillow pet in the form of a dog lays on her bed
Volleyball sit on the floor waiting to be played with
Orange curtains hang in front of her window
The pictures scattered on her wall say she she adores her friends
Books neatly placed on her shelf say she reads to much
Clean clothes in her closet waiting to be hung and the overflowing laundry basket say she's procrastinating
The drawings taped to her wall say she's an artist
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
Maybe I dwell on things too much
Keep on overthinking
These thoughts are such predators
Keep on consuming
Me and my words, I never uttered
Fear of ruining
The things that might actually matter
To me assuming
Everything is ok, it can't be better
Life not dooming
That's why I'm such a procrastinator
Keep on procrastinating
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
The weird thing with boredom
Is that it always only occurs
When one has quite a lot
Of actual things things to do.
Like right now,
I am writing
Maybe getting a couple of likes
When I should be studying
So I don’t get a grade
That makes me go “Yikes!”
Like right now I feel deprived
Of things to do,
I think it’s cause one gets easily bored
With what’s right in front of you.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Type type type
Delete delete delete
Why all of a sudden is writing now a feat?
“Just write what comes to mind!”
But my mind’s wiped clean
Like the blank white page on my laptop screen
Nothing flows, nothing spills
Tauntingly the cursor blinks
I’m certain I’ve forgotten how to think
Nothing circulates, nothing pours
Hauntingly my fingers tap
I’m certain I’m about ready for a nap
Nothing runs, nothing spews
Dauntingly I press some keys
I’m certain I’ll never be at ease
I type type type
I’m finally overcoming my feat!
But I read it back, one word at a time
And now we’re back to
Delete delete delete.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
the beep beep makes me hardly do sit up
with some skins about to crack
open the laptop. write half of it
and cry over uncompleted tasks
wearing the clothes that is all black
******* snow, extremely ****** me up
The class is draining me so I’m gonna skip it
Stuck in the mindset thats make me wanna go basking
In the bed where I can fully go dreaming
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
I've ******* up, I am ******** up, I can't stop ******** up because I am a ***** up.
Im a perfectionist and a procrastinator, to things I hate so deeply about myself, I've let down so many, myself included.
I'm so angry and frustrated all the time... but I know its all because of me, no one else's fault but my own.
I know I'm the only one who can fix it, who can stop it but I haven't, I can't, I need help but no one can help me, but me.
**** I've ******* up!
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
Today is tomorrow,
For now does not exist.
It passes way too quickly
For anyone to catch a hold of it,
So now is then,
And then is in the past.
Time passes too quietly;
Words are no longer sufficient
To appease the gods that control it.
They decide when time stops
And when it runs away.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
Doing something wrong or objectionable, better do nothing they say,
Not doing anything, better do something and make mistakes they say,
Trying to do something different, you better succeed at it they say,
Took me a while to find out, they themselves don't do anything, they just say !!
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
I hate it.
I hate that we're a generation
that's caught up with our devices.
Eyes on the screen,
incase you miss out.
Keep scrolling,
incase you miss out.
Keep tagging,
incase you miss out.
Keep tweeting,
incase you miss out.
Keep posting,
incase you miss out.
Yet,
here I am.
In front of a laptop.
Making sure I don't miss out--
about writing about missing out.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
Confident, strong.
What could go wrong?
Typed in some numbers, letters, words.
Brought me away into some place far away.
Sitting on the stool.
Heart and mind.
Into the electric pendelum.
Growing cold.
Your voice through a blocked megaphone.
Echoing softly in my mind.
But I soon went away from home.
Built walls made more than stones.
I ignored your call, that should'nt be the case.
I shouldn't be ignoring you warnings.
Building immediate walls when I hear you? That's alarming...
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
You told yourself 25 was a good age to die
Ghosting on the tail end of youth,
The Grey would never touch you.
But 25 is here, and the razor is coppered from neglect
And the pills in the cabinet have long lost their voice from bitter age.
25 is here, and you're reminded of the deal you made with Death at 18
When the weight of life nearly killed you
And your idea of hope was the promise of an early grave.
25 is here, and you don't want to die
But the burden of years that have not yet arrived
Press down on your shoulders like the heavy hands of unwanted men.
And yet.
You don't want to die.
So you rely on your emergency exits
collecting dust under tarnished jewelry and gold-strangled hair ties.
Like old friends you meet up with once a decade, you pacify their need for acknowledgement,
Weaving nevers into not yets with empty promises and shallow reassurances,
Brushing off their needling whispers as they bounce off another day gone by.
Because you're 25.
And you're not done yet.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
I put off homework,
I put off meals,
I put off talking,
I put off chores,
I put off love,
I put off life.
I think
I'll do it tomorrow.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
THE ART OF PROCRASTINATION
I have often wondered, and I have often thought,
That I have often delayed without there being any cause.
I often over think and I often codgitate,
Procrastinating over my procrastinations of the day.
Over thinking needlessly, postponed imagined pain.
Second guessing everything. Oh why must I delay?
I know that it's important so why do I delay?
I know that it's my only chance.
Hold on... I'm running away.
And what will happen if I fail?
Oh and what will people think?
And what if I have got it wrong?
... Maybe I'll rethink.
The point of all this pondering, is to try to tell myself
To never let a moment pass without giving me a chance.
"So what!" If people laugh.
"So what!" If I lay dashed.
At least I'll know within myself that I've given me a chance.
For now I'll live on with regret, every day,
And think about those who seem so far away.
What would have happened & where would I be?
Oh if only I'd...
If only indeed.
John Flanagan 21/11/2016
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
*Me and time are not good friends
Time won't bend the rules for me
Time gets mad when I don't pay attention to her
She tells me she can't control what she is
I get mad at time when she takes away my days
I hate her way I hate all her ways of doing things
The way she makes moments of pain feel like years
And the moments of joy feel like seconds
But despite all of that
Those aren't the real reasons
Why me and time are not good friends
The real reason is because
Time doesn't like my annoying friend
Procrastination
Procrastination never leaves me alone
And time gets jealous
Procrastination is with me
at this exact moment
Time got mad*
15 minutes ago it was 5:16 pm and now it's 6:50
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC