Procrastination

Me Procrastinate?

Procrastination, what is it?
It’s when you have to do homework
and you put it off until later,
then in the end it never gets done.

It’s when your mom asks you to take out trash,
then next thing you know its 11
and it’s still sitting in the house,
waiting to be taken out.

Procrastination is when
you spill ice cream
and it doesn’t get picked up,
until its dry and crusty two days later.

It’s when you’re in your room
and you have to write this poem
and it’s late at night so you write about your doing,
procrastinating.

~Ashley Nelson

Last Minute Changes

Procrastination.
Something that can get
you in trouble with
your parents,
your teachers,
but most of all
your grades.
Procrastination.
An act,
that takes many years
to perfect.
Procrastination.
When everyone else in class
is doing last minute changes
and you are doing everything
at the last minute.
Procrastination.
Can be stressful,
can be fun,
but in the end
always worth it.

~Cecilia Baker

I am standing in the cool, dark kitchen, an excuse forming in my head like a thunderstorm in the distance.

My icy toes resting on the frigid tile remind me of how long I have been standing.

My eyes wander, flickering from the moonlight drenched table to the silver of the sink.

Water. Am I thirsty? I have to stop and think, my mind full of other ideas.

I pick tonight’s reason from the swirling depths of my head, and venture into the bright light.

There on the couch is the jury, ready to send me back where I came from, my bedroom.

And I, waiting for my fate, stand, my toes no longer cold, nestled in the shaggy carpet.

The jury speaks, with the one word echoing in my mind like a lonely voice in a canyon.

Procrastinator, is that what I am? My head reeling with the accusation, I grab my water, my excuse.

I take a mouthful, and then fling the rest in the silver sink, the drops sparkling with the light of the moon.

Dear Mr. Gevalt.

I am sorry that I procrastinated on getting my prompt in last week. You see, I sat down at the computer and said to myself “OK, now, Tim, it’s time to write” when all of a sudden, the fire alarm went off. It was my kid sister, Lucille playing with matches again. So, I had to get up, hit her again with the fire extinguisher before I could write. The whole living room was in flame;’ I was so upset I Said to myself how in the would I am I going to tell mom and dad when they get home? I got the fire out be for it did too much damage thank god. My kid sister was bawling and telling me that she was sorry over again and again. I told he not to worry it was my felt I should have been watching her more closely.

Love. Something that I don’t focus on. When the day comes to love , I wait. I don’t focus on it till the last minute. Sometimes I make it, sometimes I don’t. Maybe it’s to late. Or maybe it’s just in time. I never know. Love. You need to procrastinate.

I should be doing my homework.
But instead im not.
I should be cleaning my room.
Instead im not.
I should be doing chores.
Instead im not.
Instead im procrastinating.

I should be doing my homework.
But instead im not.
I should be cleaning my room.
Instead im not.
I should be doing chores.
Instead im not.
Instead im procrastinating.

Procrastination

I have put this off
for as long as possible—
delayed and postponed.

Procrastinating
by talking to my friend and
telling her about
the way that I am
procrastinating writing
my poem that’s about
procrastination
by telling her about my
procrastinating
writing a poem that’s
about procrastination.
But not anymore.
And that is because
I have to turn it in now.
It’s likely that I’m
Procrastinating
still because I’m not doing
geometry work.
I guess I hope that
if I avoid it then it’ll
disappear—it doesn’t.
And I thought about
turning in a blank piece of
paper with the word
PROCRASTINATION—
But I don’t think Miss Parent
would be quite happy,
Especially if
I told her about how much
procrastinating
I’ve done. And I’m still
procrastinating because
I ABSOLUTELY
MUST check the latest
YWP “Twilight” reviews.
I ABSOLUTELY
MUST talk to my friends
about a snow day during
today’s Study Hall.

Laughter drinks the silence
Of our existence that we call life
Creeping upon us unexpected
When the days seem dreary
We greet this eternal as an old friend
Open arms and full of relief
For our troubles are gone for a time.
But before long, the Master of Humor leaves us once again
Vanishing like a blown-out candle on a dark night.
Yet there is no need for mourning
For Laughter resides in us all,
An illuminated star in a black sky.
Come spread his message of joy,
Procrastinate no longer;
It is he that united friend and enemy
To put aside their differences
And toast to tomorrow.

Procrastination and the Report
Jack Colgan 6th Grade Charlotte Central

April, 2007. What’s so special about this month? It’s that time of year when we have a big report, and this year’s theme is animals. So we each choose one animal and I got the Polar Bear. Reports are not one of my favorite things to do, but I have two weeks to finish it so that’s a lot of time. I think that’s enough time to finish a quality report.

Procrastination

Conner Gorman - Grade 6 - Charlotte Central

When there is work to be done
I put it off,
Procrastination is much more fun.

I trick myself into thinking everything’s fine
Tell myself
“Its due in two weeks, I’ve still got time.”

But now the night before,
All this homework!
My brain will be sore
That is if I don’t pass out,
Right there on the floor.
I shouldn’t have done this the night before…

Procrastinated

I procrastinated,
too long.
I spent too much time,
drooling over her.
Waiting until the moment,
to strike.
(ask her out)
Ask her to stay,
and never leave.
Only if I didn't procrastinate,
I would still be in her arms.
But it was too late.
She left,
she left me with nothing,
other than an emptiness feeling.
I was left with an empty spot.
The spot that will never be replaced.
Only if i didn't procrastinate,
that empty spot wouldn't be there,
she would.
But there will always be that special place,
for her in my heart.

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The Clock ticked. Sweat formed on my upper lip. He was sitting right there! I knew he was thinking it too!
R iiiiiiiii N G!
Stupid phone.
"Well," he said reluctantly, "There's my mom..."
"Yeah." I said in reply. Honestly? I mean come on! Just tell him!
Ugh.
Maybe tomarrow...
Here we go.
Same scene, different day.
The clock ticked. Sweat formed on my upper lip.
"Charlie?"
I said, whispered, actually.
His gorgeous brown eyes slowly drifted toward me.
"I have to tell you something!"
We said in unison. 'Completely syncronized, we're perfect for each other...' I thought to myself
We both laughed, we were both uncomfortable.
His perfect, white, teeth reveled the most mesmerizing grin.
"you first." I said, thinking that just maybe, he was wanting to tell me the same thing I was about to tell him.
"I finally asked Amanda out!!" he exclaimed. I suddenly lost my breath. It felt like the wind had just been knocked out of me.
My
Heart

.
.
.
Someday I think I’ll write a poem.
I’ll fill it with rhymes and things like that.
But the distractions of this world are just irresistible.
They pull me from my thoughts.
Laugh at my focus.
But in the meanwhile,
I’m trying to think of a name for this poem.
What should it be?
I’ll think of it later,
If I’m not doing anything else.
Eh, I can always do it tomorrow.