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The Ever-Constant Halo

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By H-P-Lovecraft   |   Watch
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Published: December 20, 2005
What is going on?
Why won't anyone tell me?
No one speaks my language,
I am ever-ignored.

Why won't they turn?
Why don't they acknowledge?
No one hears my screams,
I am ever-deafened.

Who is this who looks?
Who is this who notices?
He is dressed in black robes,
I am ever-awed.

Why does he draw so near to me?
Why does it grow so cold?
He is pressing his fingers on my neck,
I am ever-frozen.

Why does he laugh at me?
Why does he mock me?
He is trying to kill me,
I am ever-breathless.

Why is he stopping?
How come he draws back in fear?
He cannot touch me at all,
I wear the ever-constant halo.

Don't fear night monsters,
Don't fear Grim Death,
The Protector fits you with the ever-constant halo, you are safe.
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im sorry that ive hurt you. im sorry for everything. im sorry im a bitch. and for not listening. im sorry i was rude. im sorry i dont have class. im sorry that i cried. and how my head was up my ass. im sorry that i didnt tell you. im sorry how i hid. im sorry that i closed myself. and how i shut the lid. im sorry for not saying it. im sorry for things i do. im sorry for bashing. but im not sorry for loving you. forgive me for hurting you. forgive me for everything. forgive me on being a bitch. and how i wasnt listening. forgive me for being rude. forgive me when i have no class. forgive me that i cried. and how i had m
© 2005 - 2019 H-P-Lovecraft
A musing of mine. I guess i do alot of wondering for a simple 13 yr old child who does an abnormal amount of sleeping.....
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im sorry that ive hurt you. im sorry for everything. im sorry im a bitch. and for not listening. im sorry i was rude. im sorry i dont have class. im sorry that i cried. and how my head was up my ass. im sorry that i didnt tell you. im sorry how i hid. im sorry that i closed myself. and how i shut the lid. im sorry for not saying it. im sorry for things i do. im sorry for bashing. but im not sorry for loving you. forgive me for hurting you. forgive me for everything. forgive me on being a bitch. and how i wasnt listening. forgive me for being rude. forgive me when i have no class. forgive me that i cried. and how i had m
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M-Allcock's avatar
You're 13? :omg: You'll be a famous writer someday, kid :)
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
that's my hope...
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CubsEGirl Writer
Whoa.... that's really cool. Nicely written. I like how in your poems you use nice vocab and word choice. Something I need to work on...
But your poems are really deep and thoughtful and I can tell that your improving after reading them. Keep it up I guess.
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freez3l Writer
Halo? No, I don't carry one of those. I do, however, have a flashlight and a will.
twisted-soul's avatar
you have good poems.
i'm going to refer you to my cousins. she loves to write and knows a bit more about poems than i...
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
hehe, thanks that would be nice, thank you.
SillySnowFox's avatar
This is really good. Nice images, I can almost feel the cill.
Lord-Fox's avatar
lol, you coulda made that a pun then. a musing - ammusing :D
unless it was?
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
I never intended it to be, but i noticed it and hoped no one would notice.
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
its ok, i'm sure others will too....
Lord-Fox's avatar
considering i pointed it out :P
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
yea, i suppose so....
Lord-Fox's avatar
wow, i like this alot!
H-P-Lovecraft's avatar
thank you, my musings often get me somewhere....heck, thats what "After the Rain" was at first, just a musing....
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