Wilbert Dela Cruz
Bio
I'm a small pebble, living in the ripples; a mixture of water & tears. I'm a silent-dreamer, dreaming, to triple the bubbles, to what comes down, will go up, and up, and away, as to where my story goes, I shall live to tell another day.
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Awakened by a Raindrop
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, but I am here to let you in—on an entirely different story, embedded from an old, and ancient—secret that only a small number of people, in the history of humanity, has ever known. I am here to tell you; that you are in for a very long ride. Who am I is not something that I can simply bring out to light in an instant? From where I am, you probably would not be able to hear me scream, not because of gravity, or that I am way too far from you. No, it has never been a matter of however vast, the emptiness of spaces crashing between us, but more to do with everything—funneled through time.
By Wilbert Dela Cruz3 years ago in Fiction
Looking for my universe
Who am I, this is a question, I have always wondered, like a conundrum, I have always thought, and pondered? Corresponding to an unfamiliar echo to such a voice, mine was trapped within, two very distant wells, in that, every time I were to look upon a mirror, I was always, someone else.
By Wilbert Dela Cruz5 years ago in Poets
No color can contain
[The life, that has been generated inside the poetry above, is only a rhetorical piece of a much bigger puzzle. Yes, it is a puzzle, just as life is, the canvas, we use to connect every puzzle-piece, to its own designated colors, befitting an image we can embrace as our own, as colorful as we can make them. As far as the message, I wanted to convey, is not entirely my own, but I am only speaking on behalf of the hole that used to exist inside my heart, and writing this poem is simply my way, of filling that hole with a new seed.]
By Wilbert Dela Cruz5 years ago in Poets
