#procrastinator
i'm a procrastinator
barely getting anything done
my body's a traitor
never waking up and finish things
but i guess procrastinators
can be described in a beautiful way too-
procrastinating
is like
when the tides fall back
and
the path between the islands appears
guides us
as we leave footprints along the path
as the sun sets
and the moon gives a soft glow
and we wash away our regrets
and finish our little trek
<3
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 9:08 AM UTC
The deadline monsters
Kept pounding on the door of my consciousness
Their frantic, banging fists
Threaten to reduce me
to a paralytic heap
of nothing but flesh and bones
I can hear the horrible noises
of splintering wood
Fractured humerus
The unnerving thwack
of a body
As it flung itself against
my defenses.
And yet I sit here
Serene, unperturbed
A posture of sheer pretentiousness
Ignoring the violent growls
of the monsters
In my head.
With glazed eyes
And absent-minded numbness
I watch Neflix.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 10:19 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
A Vampire's Journal
So calm the city night
That quickens
The heart of stone
An awakening
Of immoral desires
The day will not condone
These neon nights
Never seem to dull
A thirst for excitement
At an endless beggar's ball
The power of magic
The star-struck eyes
The crystal moon
So high in the sky
The illustrious fashions
Of the filthy rich
The seductive lure
Which drives my itch
Such smells and sights
Has only the night
As I turn to the shadows
And take to flight
Here I am sacred
Here I am whole
The night sets the stage
For my favorite role ...
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
It hurts
Not because of the void of today
Not because I no longer get to call your name
But because you know how much of a procrastinator I am
You know, I'm disorganized,
I never plan
My vision has always been vacant
But you want to know why it hurts?
Why my ego and my pride took such a hit, the wounds still burn?
It's because I envisioned a future
I saw you and I, together
I started planning, I created a calendar
Just so our lives could fit better
So, yeah, it doesn't hurt because of the present
Or because of what happened then
It hurts because letting you go meant letting go of our future
Of the only source of certainty in my calendar
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
Something always present
But never seen
A presence that drags and pulls
At your very being
It dictates your actions and captures you
In its' thrall
It causes deaths and removes ideas'
As you walk, covered in its' shawl
It blocks out everything
Emptying the mind
Controlling the entire body
Making one blind
Boredom is an assassin
Of the creative soul
But is a creator and leader
for some in a hole
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
I Want To Be A Procrastinator.
Not Now, Maybe Later.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
to do today
or leave till tomorrow -
a simple thought
that only requires
my procrastination.
a sigh of tiredness
hoping that it could
only be done
on a day that's
not today.
a wish of regret,
coming on the last minute
of when something
could have been done
before.
a mere idea
to be deepened over time
after quite a while
when i did it
not today.
having so many
questions, questions, and more
that will be
answered
never.
then
i think to myself,
i can do it today
[ but i can also do it
not today. ]
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
This is like one of those days
when i'd tell myself i'd sleep early
and be productive
Yet i'll find myself stretching
thinking twice
whether or not will I rise
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
while they are drowned in their dreams so deep
i'm sippin' coffee with plans of no sleep
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Lazy, procrastinating, worthless boy
Who knew he’d topped his classes before?
High school came and robbed his joy
As his grades sank to the ocean floor
He found solace in computer games
While he kept his books tucked away
‘The lessons are hard, that’s all,’ he claims
As Mom and Dad think he’s gone astray
Senior year was his wake-up call
To abandon the games and take up his books
This was his final chance, after all
And the deciding factor of how his future looks
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC