Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Popular last 30 days

love poem poetry depression sad life truth death peace Nonet

Popular last 12 months

love poetry life poem nature death hope war loss poet

procrastination (Remove filter)

Recent Comments

Procrastination

 

my partner says

I can’t write anymore poetry.

until I take out the bins

complete that assignment 

(for which I’m paying thousands for the privilege)

and preferably have a shower

 

not out loud 

but I hear it in his sighs

and the way he closes the cupboard doors

 

Read and leave comments (0)

loverelationshipsliving togethercohabitationprocrastination

Hand Count

Hand Count

 

Sixty times a minute

I have travelled round this face

Three thousand six hundred times an hour

I have faithfully kept pace

Eighty six thousand four hundred times a day

I’ve ticked along

Six hundred and four thousand eight hundred times a week

Always right and never wrong

Eighteen million one hundred and forty four thousands times an average month

Relen...

Read and leave comments (2)

napowrimo2017day 30(91)clocktimeagain & againpassing timeprocrastinationlive lifeseconds

Fandango

A magenta sky 
greets my morning sigh.

Another majestic day, 
lost in the minutia of life.

Shoulda, coulda,woulda,
paralyzing dream sabers. 

Distractions abound.

Download another book,
refresh the poet's page.

Escape, behind a waterfall
of tears.

Long nights,
paved years. 

Fandango memories
sustain me. 

Resilience 
prevails.

Dry your eyes,
face your fears.

Wr...

Read and leave comments (0)

depressiondistractiondreamsfaithhabitslifelonelinesspoetrypoetsprocrastinationrelationshipsResiliencesadnesssoulwriting

Creativity Costs

You are enough. 

Insecurity or 

grandiose confidence 

isn’t necessary. 

Doubt, distraction, 

procrastination, fear, 

impostor syndrome,

borderline lunacy... 

are costs of the 

creative process.

Keep creating 

through it all.

But, then again,

what do I know.

https://youtu.be/sIaT8Jl2zpI

Read and leave comments (3)

artconfidencecreativityinsecuritymusicpoetryprocrastinationwriting

Third Eye Blind

Mind spinning faster than a cyclone.
Do this, do that ad infinitum.

Worry about things beyond my control
until the scowl line blinds my third eye.

Waste life surfing the net, 
following every link that promises to take me higher, 
faster, farther than the languid loop of my existence.

Why does it never seem enough?

I long to escape the stoic-ease,
walk hand-in-hand among redwood t...

Read and leave comments (10)

distractionintuitionlifeloveprocrastinationrelationshipsstoicismsuccesstechnologytravel

Procrastinator's Perplexity

What happened to tomorrow

It was here yesterday

Did it somehow just decide

To get up and go away?

Tomorrow was the day I planned 

To do all I had to do

Now that it isn't coming

I'm left with out a clue,

As to when I will do these things

I'll have to check the date

If tomorrow isn't coming

Then I'm already late...

 

 

2019

Read and leave comments (0)

procrastination

Slow Train to Freedom

Slow Train to Freedom

Have you ever had the feeling, late one night,

that you're pounding down an ever-narrowing path

without the strength to either flee or fight?

 

Your feet touch with fear this wanton, ferocious earth,

but the stars reflected in your teal-blue eyes

are the brazier-fires of a homeless hearth.

 

Then a slow train, velvet-clad under coated skies,

pass...

Read and leave comments (2)

poundingteal-blueiconoclasthereticmacabreParadiseFreedomprocrastination

Ballad of a Procrastinator

I want to do it

But I don’t do it.

I hope to do it,

I know I won’t do it.

 

My life of procrastination,

Is believed to be an abomination,

By those involved in my creation.

I will never get spiritual emancipation.

 

This life of procrastination,

Although kills the time I have,

Has enabled my imagination,

To come out of dingy cave.

 

I think to do it,

...

Read and leave comments (0)

procrastinationlazywillpower

The Devil On My Right Shoulder

The Devil On My Right Shoulder

 

it might be snowing outside

if I could be bothered

a girl with red lipstick

could be kissing my cheek

the sky could be filled

with ants on the wing

silver fish

darting in foam

at the foot of a black mountain

we could be counting stars

riding a Ferris wheel

licking sweat

from thighs of gold

the days could last

for week...

Read and leave comments (5)

writers blockfeeling downprocrastinationlack of imaginationwasting time

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message