another long lost poem : Chinadoll

After reading this poem, I am sure these collection of poem is from 1998 unlike my previous guess which was 1997. I know that this poem was written in 1998 because I know who Chinadoll and Queen of Hearts were! I wish them all the happiness in the world, er but not together!

Chinadoll

by idaXu Rais

like a little china doll

an absolute princess of fragile

standing high reaching the sky

can't touch it no more

can't hold it no more

no matter how hard i've tried

it used to be in my precious hands

it used to be near me

all the time

never thought that was all that i wanted the most

now

she is standing on the top shelf

the top shelf of the Queen of Hearts

so tall 

it makes me feel so small

but never fear, my sweet Chinadoll

for i will find a ladder

and keep you in my hands once again! 

another long lost poem : Blackrose

Here's another one of the poems that was in my long lost notepad. I have forgot that these poems existed! 

Blackrose

by IdaXu Rais

if friends are like flowers

i know you will pick me

cause i'm a black rose

rare, mysterious and prickly thorny

                   your tender... .

                   your love... .

                   your care... . 

                   showered me night and day

                   day and night i felt blessed

but now... .

here i lay in this lonely vase

untouched... .

uncared... .

anymore... .

but freedom never shall i desire

cause a flower can never have another life

after the vase!

long lost poem, found! : Blackrose II

This poem was in my long lost notepad I found recently. I have forgot that these poems existed! Based on my handwriting  what my friends wrote for me in it, most likely it was 1997, during my high school years, hence the trying-too-hard-to-be-cool language, hahaha. I went crazy with the dot dot dot (full stop symbol). I edited them a wee bit, well, because I can.

Blackrose II

by IdaXu Rais

i used to have a necklace like this
 but it was all black
and there were a chain under the rose.

if you pick a black rose

be careful with your hands, my love

you'll never know what's behind it's beauty

if you pick it for it's mystery

the horns will cut you deeply

if you pick it for it's unique passion

the cut will slit open

and if you pick it for the world discovery

the thorns are stings like poison ivy

but if you pick it because of love

you won't mind the people, the pain and the poison!