Tag Archives: paul carroll

Early Awakening

Sleep will come, And sleep will go, But mother please Don’t make it so, With your early alarms And wanderings for tea, Letting them go off To awaken me With a repetitive tone That has no end, Subliminally hinting That … Continue reading

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Focus

I can’t force my focus Like a lens on a camera. It comes and goes In a flash And I’m left waiting To capture the moment again.

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Homecoming

The countdown has started, I wait by my phone, For the message to come That you’re finally home, So that we can unite Like we used to, before, Over coffee, my friend, Whom I always adore. Homecoming is happening, It’s … Continue reading

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Nothing Like It

There’s nothing like waking to a screaming baby, The same one who says your name with delight, Or crawls over to you to speak some gibberish, Or who sits in your lap to break wind,  mid-play. Your whole body springs … Continue reading

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Life Through the Lens

The focus will never be on everything, And the lighting won’t always be perfect, It may not always be what you want, And will doubtfully be what you need, But here’s the kicker: Life through the lens is powerful. An … Continue reading

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How to Adult

Trust me when I say this: Being an adult is fucking hard. There are no easy answers. Everyone just plays their part, The bin man, the tax man, the mail man, The green grocer, the teacher, The builder, the electrician, … Continue reading

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A Semi-Final Plea

I’ve been thinking about the times When we said we would meet, For a simple cup of coffee Or for something to eat, And how it’s been so long Since we even last spoke, And I worry if I call … Continue reading

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Click

Hide behind your lens And your flash And click your grand visions, If they are all click you have, If they click click are everything. If I click mean… click Nothing. Forget it. click Forget I brought it up. click click Forget about it, I said. click click … Continue reading

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Requisition of the Recognition of the State Exam

In three hours or less you are required, In accordance with tradition, To produce a lengthy manuscript Of material beyond recognition About topics you once studied Too long ago to mention, Based on continuous lessons As that was our intention. … Continue reading

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‘i before e’

Can you weigh in on this Ancient custom of feigned Linguistic logic herein Voided and outweighed By more weird exceptions Than primarily fancied? The leisure of language For society is neither Easy nor sufficient To explain the inefficiencies Of rules … Continue reading

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