The Librarian

An unfinished book - the greatest book arguably within this vast library - read by the lonesome librarian. How would it affect him so greatly as the author Time writes along. Once upon a Time......

[booksqouted]

True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.

C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (via booksqouted)

[kimchaiii]

You’ll find that my smile is empty, and yet my tears are filled with stories of my heartbreak.

(via spectaculardisasters)

[jojosilvera]

Happiness - ignorance of the sorrows that are fast approaching

Jovan Silvera

[jojosilvera]

The fighter not worth fighting for.

Jovan Silvera

[jojosilvera]

Doubt

I have heard these words many a time in my thoughts, In my dreams, from my own lips. They haunted me in the nights as they blanketed me in my sheets Restless, hopeless, insomnia And in the days they followed closely in my shadow Seeking my downfall, to trip and stumble

And time and time after I do fall I do stumble, over the cliff Over the edge, Plunging deeper and deeper. Sinking, drowning as lungs seeking, Search for air as lost treasure. Desperation.

All these doubts, they overcome me. Engulfing my dreams into this black abyss, Curving the very fabric of time and space. My existence pulled into this meaningless void. Can I escape its pull? Or will I remain lost in this vast universe.

[loqui-deactivated20160106]

empty bottles go sailing at midnight fishing for islands to fill them.

[jojosilvera]

The Distant Friend

We all have that distant friend who we know from childhood days. The one who we vaguely remember playing with in our days of simplicity and innocence. That friend that despite how time and space has separated you from one another's path or course you never thought to keep in touch. Because sooner or later worlds will collide once more and the friendship would be rekindled like coal or ashes in a gentle wind with glowing embers slowly bringing it back to life. And paths cross or meet once again in your now teenage years and you both see how different you both have become. Like a newly budding orchid the intricate and personal qualities are slowly coming to the surface. We are both still oblivious to the workings of this world as we are both still at the heart of our own universe. How dramatic this our collision that it creates black holes and supernovae. So dramatic this meeting that it shapes our views of one another for a long time. We have our particular likes and dislikes as once again gravity and other external forces set our satellites on separate courses. Adulthood. Goal oriented with plans of success. Strength and determination surges us forward. However this time when we meet we're forced to hit pause in our busy lives and truly appreciate how far we've both come. We look back for just a moment and appreciate our times of youth and innocence as if we now understand the workings of the universe. With knowledge one realises how much more one does not know. The ignorance of it all. One thing we do know for sure is that this won't be our last meeting. So instead of saying goodbye like with previous meetings our maturity teaches us to say later. Time now has made its mark. Years of experienced are now etched deep within the skin. Shades of grey tell a long story. Life slows down so much that now we truly appreciate its beauty. It is this time that we sit down together like long lost friends and truly get to know one another. Time no longer matters now as we spend it telling each other our stories. Our triumphs and defeats. Our fulfilment and regrets. We sit there hand in hand strengthening our friendship for all eternity. A few of us get this many opportunities to rekindle and strengthen a friendship. For some of us the friendship remains young and innocent. Childish and beautiful yet had such great potential. Others it is in the budding years when we are so self absorbed and dramatic but bursting with energy and excitement. A set of us get to meet in the years of our prime. Strength and purpose are wonderful qualities yet obscured by the business of life. And for the rest of us it is when we are forced to slow down and our strength have faded away. Irrespective of how many times we get to catch up with this distant friend the same truth is shared by all. It's a close and meaningful friendship. One that we learn to truly appreciate. One that lasts till the end of time.

[jojosilvera]

You are gonna think the pain will never end but it will. But first you have to let it all in. You can’t fight it. It is bigger than you. You have to let yourself drown in it but eventually you will start to swim. And every single breath that you fight for will make you stronger.........

Elena Gilmore

[jojosilvera]

Shoelaces

As children we learned how to tie our laces. A lesson in preventing an inevitable fall..... As adults we learn how to tie our 'laces'. A lesson in preventing the inevitable fall..... Love.

[poems-and-words]

[jojosilvera]

#mythoughts

[wnq-writers]

Like an unread book collecting dust her heart carried unspoken words Her words once treasured now merely thoughts and feelings unheard, unfelt

marriam-ghaffar (via wnq-writers)

[poems-and-words]

[jojosilvera]

Message to Mom

My heart gives out and I'm here left with pieces. Shattered, broken, irreparable. Our eyes meet and words were shared without a sound uttered. I knew even though I didn't want to believe. I knew even before you said your last words. And despite all my hopes of desperation, wishing you would just hold on a bit longer it was time. And as you said your final words I did not want to believe. You were suppose to be here at my graduation, my wedding and at the birth of my firstborn. I was suppose to take care of you! And despite all I've learned and studied it just wasn't enough. I couldn't do enough and just like that what was, was no more. Perfectly adored son, now motherless. A strong firstborn, now weakened and all that's left behind are just pieces. Mere pieces. My pieces. And life is unfair! It's beyond me! What did I do to deserve this?! What did you do to deserve this?! To be removed so suddenly without warning, without alarm. You were my strength, my fortress, my comfort, my tower. So what was strong, now falters, what was once brave now buckles at the knees. Staggering, wavering, questioning. Is there any meaning? I'm yet to see that light at the end of the tunnel, that cloud of silver lining, that hope that everyone always speak of. But all I can appreciate is darkness, a void, a black hole. There's no purpose behind it all. Life's all about suffering and we'll do it until our final breath. Many don't see my pain and the fact that you died in my arms. And as much as I'm hopeless I still share hope. And despite my discomfort I still comfort others. Because this is who I am. This was who you were! Selfless to a fault! Giving beyond your own strength could endure. Maybe that's reason behind it all. That I'm just like you. I am my mother's child! And just like you I know I'll fade away. Disappear out of existence but hopefully not forgotten as I try my best to impact those around me. So I'll try my best to live up to your name. To be like you in my ways. And hopefully one day we'll talk all about this. When I see you again.

[jojosilvera]

Enigma

I have stared in life's mirror many a times. Gazed upon my reflection. The scars, creases, wrinkles, imperfections, Painted upon this aging canvas, They depict a journey well tried, And a destination that is to follow. I admit there are days when the reflection is darkly seen, As dust gathers and stains obscure. And even on the clearest of days, One's reflection is still not enough to perceive. But how true is one's reflection? How accurate is that mirror? "For now we see in a mirror dimly, For now I know in part" Life's mirror share some amount of truth but not all. And we realise the more we know, The less we actually do. However inaccurate life's reflection is of God -- the source of my creation, My unwavering faith still looks forward to the day I will see face to face. So for now life, this enigma of sort, I will continue to ponder upon. Not looking vainly into the mirror, Or deeply for its entire truth. Rather I look blindly with faith, For soon I shall see crystal clear without the use of the mirror.

[jojosilvera]

Under The Surface

Ripples on the surface

It’s still calm

Reflective, Tranquil

The light dances upon this its stage floor

An unaware audience, it begs their attention

It continues despite going unnoticed

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Waves, quite relaxing

Passersby notice its beauty

Adoring the light’s graceful movements

A song is playing, a story is being written

The composer continues

Conducting his masterful orchestra

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The surface is troubled

Bubbles rising to the surface

Waves now crash upon the edge

The audience stands in anticipation

The composer’s silhouette moves in the distance

His eyes closed he adores his masterpiece

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The surface is still

The tides of life now dissipated

The now assembled crowd stand in awe

Motionless, the realization

He is peaceful – the composer

He sinks, fading deeper under the pool’s surface

[pgkay-deactivated20200325]

I seek God at all hours of the day because i simply cannot do this alone and by this i mean life everything is so unbearable if i’m on my own. I need him.

(via xvenividivici)

[jspark3000]

So often when I talk to a friend who keeps circling the drain of an addiction, an ex, a former life: I want to shout and shake them and slap them awake. But I know that only works for the short-term. Force and coercion never really internalizes or transforms. There is such an agony in patience, a heartbreaking hurt in watching others hurt, a crushing silence to wait until they hit rock bottom.Yet we must wait on the other end. We must have open arms and a wellspring of grace when they have been spent dry. We must not say, ‘I told you so.’ We must still tell the truth, not in superiority, but with teary eyes and shaking hands. Don’t give up: because maybe you’re all they have. All the long while, be the voice of healing. Cheer for them, and say the thing that no one else has told them: ‘You’re so much better than this.’ Believe there is still yet hope, for God is sovereign and He is still in the business of rescue.

J.S. (via jspark3000)