Should I procrastinate now?
I really don't know how,
Time to procrastinate later,
Time is our life manipulator,
Yes, I'll write this now out-of-dater,
Plenty of time to procrastinate later.

Accrue many a delicate deep smile
Never knowing when the next tear will come
Or when the wails shall shadow over
Plethora of reasons, those intent on joy

Collect many a simple style
Never knowing why the time ran out
Or why the trend became a crawl
Become forgotten just as it begun, replaceable

Stand by many a word, written souls, alive
Never knowing how far their reach can touch
Or how long its power can fire, spark, alight
Cavernous minds to accept them as guides

While time remains graceful
Disallow the procrastinated, wasteful
Urge to leave masterpiece for tomorrow
It may never come, then be overrun
when shadows cast over
Trends crawl backwards
And the fire be dimmed
Banishing us all to caves, hopeless and slaved

So what do I do now?
This is what I say to myself.
Do I leave you behind to discover myself?
Or, do I discover myself my staying in your arms?

When will you decide?
This is what my friends ask me.
When I will decide to give up on us.
When I will set myself free, or doom myself to loneliness.

Just let things happen.
This is what I tell myself to procrastinate.
This is how I prolong these thoughts.
I just wait to ask myself and answer those questions another day.

If only you knew.
I wish I knew too, but my thoughts confuse me.
My thoughts get confused with everyone else's.
*I'm sorry.

I should really help her out
Stop the knife
Before it slices through her neck
Poisons her life
And she bleeds
All over my carpet.


Never mind. I'll help her out some other time.

Addicted,
                   To poetry,
And comments,
                      and hearts,
to myself
                    and my words
Experiment
                  when I'm supposed to be accomplishing
academically
                   my professor
is worried already
                    who knew
I would be
                     Addicted