A Never-ending Cycle

Never-ending Cycle

History

Is doomed to repeat itself

A statement

That could not be more true

Than truth itself

Mistakes

All have been made

Yet many more to come

Guilt resides

In every part of my being

Actions

Thought of

Not ever carried out

For fear

Of failure

But failure

Makes one

Stand on their own feet

As they learn

And move onward

New

Lessons are learned

By trial

And error

Falling

And standing up

But I believe

I speak some truth

When I say

That most

Mistakes

Are the ones

That

Are repeated

Again

And again

And again once more.

A Wonderful Journey

In English, my class had to write sonnets and a friend of mine's really caught my attention. It's very creative and witty. I hope you enjoy it!

I shall try to explain what I mean to this world

As I attempt this, you must collect all clues

I give happiness to all boys and girls

I spread joy and give everyone the blues

I take you to all magical places

I give you the mighty gift of laughter

Meeting people with many new faces

Informing you what happens thereafter

But that is not the only thing I do

As I can take many dark twists and turns

Filling you with misery and dead hopes too

Engulfing you in pain, for freedom one yearns

The tale ends no, as I do what I please

What am I? You may ask, a book, you see.

A Flourish of Hate

My brother and I sat down and wrote a poem together. This is what we ended up with. Any thoughts?
What do you think we are referring to?

As I stepped out of the ruins,

I saw one of their kin;

A monster,

A murderer,

Who had, and will continue to, take many

Innocent lives.

He raised his arm, whose hand

Held a rifle,

But with a push and shove

I threw it aside

As my rage took over

And I went to the Beyond.

Rage aside,

I had only one task

Ahead of me.

As one last

Flourish of hate

Swept through me,

I picked up a rifle from a dead soldier

And shot him

Straight through his cold-blooded

Heart.

My task,

Now completed.