The King of Mixed Signals

The King of Mixed Signals

A Poem by hannahspelledbackwards
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"nd as I look upon your moonlit face, I catch a glimpse of hope in this wretched place. Maybe I won't be alone forever, because to God forever is a day.

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I'm just tired of these love songs
That remind me of those who are gone
Of how I should have known it all along
And how quickly they seemed to catch on
To the game I always lose
You see I'm only speaking the truth

I don't want to go through the phases
The ones where love shows up in the wrong places
I don't want to be the one chasing
But I also won't be the one hiding in the basement
But I don't know what else to do
I can't think of anything but you

It's perfect in a complicated way
I never know if you'll pop up in my day
Your the king of mixed signals
As I'm the queen of the originals
It's such an absurd way of admirably
How I'm playing with curiosity

Your different in a complicated way
I'd like to know if you'll show up today
Don't sit on your throne of mixed signals
As I won't care for the originals
But as I look upon your moonlit face
I catch a glimpse of hope in this wretched place
Maybe I won't be alone forever
Because to God forever is a day

I'm uncertain if we'll ever be more than this
But I hope more as that smile peers behind your wide, stretched lips
How stupid am I to write such a shameful letter
I dream tomorrow will be better
As I wait for the call that never comes
Waiting is something I've always done

I'm only a call away
I'll just sit by this window pane
And covet the rain for falling without fear
If only I could be the same
Love isn't as lovely as it appears.

Just don't remain the king of mixed signals
And I will leave my throne to the originals

© 2011 hannahspelledbackwards


Author's Note

hannahspelledbackwards
Okay, okay. I know I seem to write about love a lot. Such a cliche topic to write about. However, it also seems to be everyone's favorite to read about. And it also so happens to be my favorite to write. It really sucks when you always get hurt, even if you don't even try. Waiting around is something I've always been capable of, and I've never gotten beyond that stage. Hope you enjoy. Reviews are well appreciated.

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I'm a admirer of your words, Hannah, whatever the topic that tingles your muse. I like this piece for it's wonderful human dilemma of that emotion that nags at ones heart, ones mind where relationships are concerned. Having been writing all my life, for myself mainly, my catharsis of expression, and because my muse doesn't really give me a say in the matter, I'd like to suggest a bit of writing exercise for you based on this piece. Perhaps your muse could read back through her progression of this piece and reduce each stanza to one sentence of equal expression. I do this often, and it is amazing to me to discover how many different ways my muse can express herself, each way unique in degrees of strength and voice. Anyway, I enjoy doing that and I thought you might, too.
hugs

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wonderful flow, and never be ashamed to write of love, it is as beautiful as the poet makes it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I liked the flow of this and especially the 1st stanza, it reminds me of a poem or story I was thinking about writing...anyway great write! ^^

Posted 13 Years Ago



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hannahspelledbackwards
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Sydney, Australia



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I'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..

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