When our lives are taken
Heart stops beating
Mind stops thinking
Nerves stop feeling
It is done
Author Vonita
Eternal Home
My heart feels heavy
For lives that can be taken
So easily
My heart feels the pain
Questioning why we are born
Only to die alone
I question, I ask, I pray
And the only whisper I receive
Is to trust not in this world
But in an eternal one to come
Execution Night
In the next few hours while some of us are asleep, nine souls are going to be tied to a cross and shot. Dead. Amongst them, brothers, sons, husbands, fathers, a daughter and mother.
People will say they did the crime, now do the time. They are going to be doing the time. By paying with the rest of their lives.
Myuran Sukumaran, a reformed man (if only because he was caught), will refuse a head mask. He will be facing his executioners until he can no longer see. Hands and feet bound, there will be nowhere to go.
Nine cheap coffins have been delivered. White coffins to match their white clothes. White clothes with a target sign to mark their heart. Their dying day has already been engraved on a wooden cross to mark their lives.
They know the date, they know the time, they know the manner in which they will die. And now all they have to do is wait. Until their hearts are peppered with bullets. Ten shooters for each soul, three with live ammunition *so that no one knows who fired the final fatal shot*
And those that refuse mercy, will have dinner, and sleep, and live their lives. Perhaps watch with satisfaction the agony of the mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and children left behind. Content with their hearts untouched by bullets, and untouched by mercy too.
Solace in Dreams
I close my eyes inviting the dream world to claim me for its own and pray that I will be transported to a land of freedom and peace and joy and that tomorrow I may have rest
To Change (or Not)
The battle between comfort or change
Is simply won – if the comfort is too comfortable
Than to risk being more uncomfortable, it wins.
However, if the comfort is slightly more uncomfortable
Than a comfort zone ought to be, it loses.
And it is really is as simple as that.
Reaching for the Sky
I feel the fear and acknowledge it
For it is felt within my mind and heart
Days will come, and time will pass
I will be led to where my soul
Would lead me to, and I know
That all will be well, closing my
Eyes, I reach for the sky
Our Essence
Nothing matters
After this life has passed
Choices, choosing, living, crying
We are rushing to that moment
One moment when the cord of life
Is snapped and all that we are
Here and now, all that we know
Will be wiped away
Leaving our flesh as dust
And the life we lived
As memories in those that remain
Perspective
My heart beats
Keeping me tied
To earthly binds
Until the instant
It stops and all
The strife and toil
Will be of no concern
And I will be released
With thy grace to soar into
Eternity
Reflection
The music echoes unaware
Of the conflict within my heart
I try and read the pages held
Between my hands but my mind
Allows no rest, the wind
Whispers outside the walls
I look for you, I look for
Peace, I wait for words and
Hear the ticking of
Time as it
Trickles
Away
From
Me
Crossing Over
Should we change
Or remain the same
Should we grow
Or shrink into ourselves
Should we evolve
Or always hide away
Should we trust
Or live in unbelief
Should I cross
Or rather stay behind
To never see the other side?
Poems and Petals 