Cyrus Diaz [Sir. Cy] (November 23,1989 / Lampanusan Kalilangan Bukidnon)
Biography of Cyrus Diaz
Cyrus Diaz Poems
Look at me, it's not my true identity I have a covert identity, i wonder if you'd ever see,
Oh, moon from the sky giving glow to my spirit you shine the brightest.
Spontaneously, the droplet keeps from falling a beat, a music.
A perfect life can't be found in wealth, it can be taken. not in popularity, soon you will be forgotten.
Shadow Of My Memory
Gust of stale wind breeze whispers, the memory, the memory,
The restaurant was comfy And welcoming everyone That comes in, Its ambiance beckoning us
Somewhere In My Dreams
Somewhere in my dreams last night I saw you standing there then, you look at me with a smile.
Seven letter word yet hard to spell some find it quite hard to tell - -
I rushed out of the window when i saw the rain coming to invite my friends to bathe in the rain
At The Crossroad
At the crossroad of life Souls do entwine by fate Or by the guiding light, Some are meant to make
A Poet Is An Insane Being
A poet is an insane being Who scorn eyeglasses And loathe reading,
April (For My Friend April)
April, so winsome and shy with a smile on her lips a tears on her eyes. she's a tall and beautiful girl
Twilight, then the evening fall, fair is the night - - the virgin night
When pride, Exist, comes disgrace It is but
Sand Of Innocence
The night unfurl its splendor
murky lighted candle
alone in my bed,
hearing evening whispers.
it only takes a bottle of
to break a glass.
A moment that wrung