<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:50:35.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-8831861254640706194</id><published>2011-05-02T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:56:01.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>As I walk these streets&lt;br /&gt;You come, haunting as you please&lt;br /&gt;Jolting back, memories of tender heart beats&lt;br /&gt;To the days where I thought this would never cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried we did, but we failed&lt;br /&gt;The truest test of friendship&lt;br /&gt;What we became I’ll truly never know,&lt;br /&gt;Separate lives we now live, as cruel time began to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more smiles or laughter&lt;br /&gt;Stemming from the greatest source of joy&lt;br /&gt;As I did then with my heart in my hand, &lt;br /&gt;When I thought it meant forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I walk along these streets&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles come back again&lt;br /&gt;I’ve nothing but, memories of you &lt;br /&gt;So bittersweet, and I miss&lt;br /&gt;Everything I had with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss you guys, there's no such one person in particular. I don't just only miss you guys, i miss when back then things were much simpler and i still let you go. I don't know for sure where you are and part of me feels slightly responsible for the outcome. And you, you never knew, but you once had my heart. I'm taking a journey back and i see that now. I'll never forget that first meeting and i'll never forget what we did that day. It was simple it was pure. It wasn't complicated. I'm learning to let all that go now, as painful as it seems. But i'll never forget who you were the very first day that i met you. Thank you for the memories =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the love i could ever give, Moo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-8831861254640706194?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/8831861254640706194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=8831861254640706194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/8831861254640706194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/8831861254640706194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2011/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4102533019367347264</id><published>2010-11-01T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:36:40.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Old</title><content type='html'>Separate it took so many years&lt;br /&gt;Coming together seemed so impossible&lt;br /&gt;Yet defied all odds they somehow did&lt;br /&gt;Marital bliss was theirs to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after marriage it seemed &lt;br /&gt;Happiness was something dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Never was an easy day&lt;br /&gt;Yet faithful to that promise they both made that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, lost in their lonesome bliss&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers waking from their sleep&lt;br /&gt;Realising what they’d just done&lt;br /&gt;Wishing life had only just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the autumn leaves fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Silently floating, making no sound&lt;br /&gt;A man walks, by his lonesome self&lt;br /&gt;Smiling as though he’s got a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping and kneeling all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;He whispers something in this secret garden&lt;br /&gt;“Its our special day remember?&lt;br /&gt;The day we promised we’d grow old together” - Moo™&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4102533019367347264?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/4102533019367347264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=4102533019367347264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4102533019367347264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4102533019367347264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2010/11/grow-old.html' title='Grow Old'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-1610542053132300474</id><published>2010-04-27T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:03:58.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>Feeling like a shadow, &lt;br /&gt;Each day turning into another&lt;br /&gt;Staring out a window&lt;br /&gt;Cold dreary rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures pass, &lt;br /&gt;Somehow nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;The fire turns into embers&lt;br /&gt;The spark no longer there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That life, that abundance of it&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;Who stole it?&lt;br /&gt;What happened really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please return it bring it back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-1610542053132300474?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/1610542053132300474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=1610542053132300474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1610542053132300474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1610542053132300474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2010/04/rock-bottom.html' title='Rock Bottom'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-1461888232202934703</id><published>2009-12-28T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T04:42:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause of  You</title><content type='html'>When i can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Its all cause of you&lt;br /&gt;When i can't throw a frisbee right&lt;br /&gt;Its all cause of you&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sitting alone thinking&lt;br /&gt;Its all cause of you&lt;br /&gt;When i come from the rain soaking&lt;br /&gt;Its all cause of you&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;br /&gt;When i wake up smiling &lt;br /&gt;Its all cause of you&lt;br /&gt;When my world keeps shining&lt;br /&gt;Its all cause of you&lt;br /&gt;When i'm laughing so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;Its all cause of you&lt;br /&gt;When i can feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;Its all you&lt;br /&gt;The reason is so simple so true&lt;br /&gt;Like the timeless saying goes, Just cause I Love You =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-1461888232202934703?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/1461888232202934703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=1461888232202934703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1461888232202934703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1461888232202934703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/12/cause-of-you.html' title='Cause of  You'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4792768511845168758</id><published>2009-12-28T04:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:13:53.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Random*</title><content type='html'>A starry night sky&lt;br /&gt;Drifting over sleepless souls&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the endless night&lt;br /&gt;Flickering a hopeful light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there somewhere &lt;br /&gt;Someone understands, everything&lt;br /&gt;Wordlessly and without confusion&lt;br /&gt;No more such hurt but promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Simply for you to see&lt;br /&gt;Necessary cause eternity with you i see&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes its all i could ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i stand &lt;br /&gt;With the stars in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching for you&lt;br /&gt;I see a future with an I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4792768511845168758?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/4792768511845168758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=4792768511845168758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4792768511845168758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4792768511845168758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='*Random*'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4934222186360506252</id><published>2009-11-22T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T02:01:57.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova</title><content type='html'>I can't give you the riches of the world, i can't give you everything you want, i ain't the most perfect person to be with, can't say i'll never do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm willing to learn and never do so again, hold you steady when you need it the most, place you up above b4 i even think of me cause all i'll ever need is to see you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd let the world's beauty wilt away b4 i'd even turn to it cause placed beside you nothing can compare&lt;br /&gt;When i walk past you i have to stop and stare, i don't have to die to reach heaven, with you i'm already there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am simply without you, saying these promises to whoever might chance upon them but thats fair, cause we were never meant for chance i know, you're my life, my soul, my dream, my goal, you're me, all in all everything i'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 2 fires joined i'll burn brighter, for your angel's wings lift me higher, as i sleep and dream of your never-ending kisses, i'd stay awake and fulfill the dreams of the masses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now i think its pretty clear to see, you're the reason of everything that drives me, i'll live my life like a superhero to everyone i see, but really, deep down you know its really you who needs to save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4934222186360506252?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/4934222186360506252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=4934222186360506252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4934222186360506252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4934222186360506252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/11/nova.html' title='Nova'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-1150909604785609686</id><published>2009-11-01T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:04:07.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There I'll Be</title><content type='html'>When words fail you,&lt;br /&gt;When breathing hurts,&lt;br /&gt;When lies become true,&lt;br /&gt;When life becomes worse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Not helping even when you count sheep,&lt;br /&gt;Or in nightmares so deep&lt;br /&gt;Like halloween with the tricks but no treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand i'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Promised, this much is true&lt;br /&gt;Even if your soul is cold &lt;br /&gt;If no one else i'll be there to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that life is hard &lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where caring starts&lt;br /&gt;But i know somewhere here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the darkest and your coldest nights&lt;br /&gt;No shoulder around and you need to cry&lt;br /&gt;Use mine and i'll clear your sight&lt;br /&gt;Lift your spirits way up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its simple and its plain to see&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you need always there i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moo&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-1150909604785609686?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/1150909604785609686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=1150909604785609686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1150909604785609686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1150909604785609686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-ill-be.html' title='There I&apos;ll Be'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-1499523475234092317</id><published>2009-09-21T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:59:25.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are</title><content type='html'>What you mean to me, &lt;br /&gt;More than everything&lt;br /&gt;In this life the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up cause its you I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me from this reverie&lt;br /&gt;Lost and confused &lt;br /&gt;Wandering this world lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the one thing thats meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life and set me free&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what or how or why&lt;br /&gt;I only know you're my future &lt;br /&gt;No one else but you're meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on you to come hold me&lt;br /&gt;Its cold here I long for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll live up to my promise of coming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we are in eternity&lt;br /&gt;No more pain and misery&lt;br /&gt;Its you I hold so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Forevermore we'll always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-1499523475234092317?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/1499523475234092317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=1499523475234092317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1499523475234092317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1499523475234092317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are.html' title='You Are'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4167760182277669461</id><published>2009-07-12T23:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:49:17.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There You'll Be</title><content type='html'>Walking through the darkness &lt;br /&gt;Filled with your love in me&lt;br /&gt;Believing as i know this&lt;br /&gt;Being all i could ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;Never looking away&lt;br /&gt;You are my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;When my fears come to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i doubted you&lt;br /&gt;You never once did me&lt;br /&gt;Cause your love, evermore true&lt;br /&gt;Your grace has saved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in these times&lt;br /&gt;When i need you the most&lt;br /&gt;You read into my deepest mind&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i yearn to feel you close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as i'm waiting for a meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Wanting so badly to do something&lt;br /&gt;Yet doing nothing and hoping&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and i pray for assurance&lt;br /&gt;and simply, there You'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                ~Moo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4167760182277669461?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-5527395619237104365</id><published>2009-06-20T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:43:41.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ____ You</title><content type='html'>3 words, meaning so much&lt;br /&gt;Showing so little, 3 words&lt;br /&gt;Her gentle lingering touch&lt;br /&gt;She left and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words, if only you knew&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we won't be like this&lt;br /&gt;To you my heart flew&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely its you i miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words, I really wanna say&lt;br /&gt;But the consequences that follow&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll meet someday&lt;br /&gt;Till then my life stays hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words, miss, need and love ending with you&lt;br /&gt;Dedicating these words only to her&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll take that chance and say it here&lt;br /&gt;And it may be too early but A..... &lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               ~Moo&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like an unconfirmed love that i'm sure of. How the hell does that work out i'm still trying to figure out but i know that its love. I looked in her eyes and i knew then and there i couldn't say goodbye, at least not in this lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-5527395619237104365?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/5527395619237104365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=5527395619237104365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5527395619237104365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5527395619237104365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-you.html' title='I ____ You'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-5069131926084328708</id><published>2009-06-18T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:19:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Twin</title><content type='html'>Just wanna say that i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty much terrible Twin&lt;br /&gt;There for you i haven't always been&lt;br /&gt;Much less share with you funny stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know, that things are crazy now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably gonna go insane soon&lt;br /&gt;But just like the guy who wanted to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Maybe crazy is a good thing somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way i can think of making you feel better&lt;br /&gt;After looking through past messages on my tag box&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't wanna lose my Twin, i'll keep you on lock&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my Twin, always and whatever =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           ~Moo&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin i hope this does make you feel better and keep the faith ok, things are gonna be over really really soon =) if there's anything i can help you with, anything at all, you know the hotline =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-5069131926084328708?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/5069131926084328708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=5069131926084328708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5069131926084328708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5069131926084328708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-twin.html' title='For my Twin'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-7852946811095247131</id><published>2009-06-13T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:53:36.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in His Heart</title><content type='html'>Fingers dancing, over the keys&lt;br /&gt;Silent prayers on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Every note heard, lightly hammered&lt;br /&gt;Into his heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of his story remembered&lt;br /&gt;Tales of triumph; drifting apart&lt;br /&gt;Melodious crescendo &lt;br /&gt;Gently gripping his heart's handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling stories of yesterday and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;As the song drops from the high to the low&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of the final notes&lt;br /&gt;In his head a voice whispers&lt;br /&gt;A story, his story, full of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-7852946811095247131?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/7852946811095247131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=7852946811095247131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/7852946811095247131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/7852946811095247131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-in-his-heart.html' title='Song in His Heart'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-822338411255971622</id><published>2009-05-22T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:33:09.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>Knelt, bedside, head bowed&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed breathing shallow&lt;br /&gt;Desperation as tears flowed&lt;br /&gt;Beige turning red in her cheeks hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trickling, down her chin dripping&lt;br /&gt;Onto her hands, the warmness&lt;br /&gt;Of her tears do nothing&lt;br /&gt;To quell the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of something she once had &lt;br /&gt;And yet her heart longs &lt;br /&gt;To feel no more pain or sad&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, to slowly wash away the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she caresses the slender fingers&lt;br /&gt;The memories slowly linger&lt;br /&gt;In the air, all around&lt;br /&gt;The silent night, the only sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her silent sobs, as she knelt bedside&lt;br /&gt;Wishing she could be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-822338411255971622?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/822338411255971622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=822338411255971622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/822338411255971622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/822338411255971622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/05/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-5874620806826537127</id><published>2009-05-01T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:14:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmentionable</title><content type='html'>I've no idea why i'm blogging here, maybe its cause i feel like it and can't seem to string my words to form another poem. It feels like i've been robbed of that. No matter. For now life seems to take on a mundane pace of wake up, go to school, tire myself out, give my all, gain nothing back, go home, sleep and repeat. I'm beginning to get really sick and tired of everything.... i've to piss people off, frens that i don't even wanna piss off... trust me i dun even wanna piss Eleen off... but the way they do shit, mess it up then throw it back to me is really really fcuked up.... i'm not responsible for their redundant shit... I've got a whole lot of explaining to do 2mw... i've been removed from the team i'm supposed to be playing with and part of me, no a huge part of me wants to play so desperately but i know i can't cause i can forget abt walking for a really long time if i sprain my ankle again which is highly likely. While trying to counsel half my world out there i realise that i need counselling myself and the messed up part is i have no idea how to even begin.... i've actually managed to forget abt myself totally and completely haha... being able to feel for myself... something else i've been robbed of and yet can't and don't really wanna take back for not wanting to be selfish... fcuking ego....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-5874620806826537127?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/5874620806826537127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=5874620806826537127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lose all i cherished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grip of frustration when reality sunk in&lt;br /&gt;Aided as fuel for my dreams that were burnt&lt;br /&gt;But the metal pieces that i touch&lt;br /&gt;We supposed to help they claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i've cast them far from me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;Yet i still feel the fear&lt;br /&gt;Of having again to call them near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i mentally prep for my return&lt;br /&gt;Of this obstacle i must overcome&lt;br /&gt;Whats of me have i become&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the passion that still burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-8022921754298058377?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/8022921754298058377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>Walking up the water's edge&lt;br /&gt;Draped in the finest of silk&lt;br /&gt;Hair wrapped over her face&lt;br /&gt;Sultry eyes that tell stories of beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she brushed her hair back&lt;br /&gt;The sun slowly set&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the horizon&lt;br /&gt;The moon came up and bathed her in its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i see, the pale glow on her dappled cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Perfection pieced, to match the way her lips &lt;br /&gt;parted as she breathed the cool night air&lt;br /&gt;A greek goddess beyond human imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity no one knew and no one saw her&lt;br /&gt;As she stood there in all her beauty&lt;br /&gt;It was there and then, though i knew her before&lt;br /&gt;Under the pale moonlight that illuminated the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its her the one i long to hold.&lt;br /&gt;~Moo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-5068887205730625503?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/5068887205730625503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=5068887205730625503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5068887205730625503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5068887205730625503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/02/moonlight.html' title='Moonlight'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4192627508383949242</id><published>2009-01-14T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:32:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy</title><content type='html'>I just said my goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;Guess it doesn't matter if i said it&lt;br /&gt;Your body was already cold&lt;br /&gt;Desperately we tried to warm it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled, i saw you lying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Shouting was the first thing i could think about&lt;br /&gt;As I put my hand on your lifeless side&lt;br /&gt;I hoped to feel your heart beat inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you waited for us to come back&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye to us as much as you wanted&lt;br /&gt;I knew it hurt you and just like that&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes lay half closed as you departed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i kiss your forehead one last time&lt;br /&gt;Tell you to behave like you're going away&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll always cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i hope it forever stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and of course will, miss you Snowy. &lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4192627508383949242?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/4192627508383949242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=4192627508383949242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4192627508383949242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4192627508383949242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowy.html' title='Snowy'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-522247882674754612</id><published>2009-01-11T04:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:47:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning/Night</title><content type='html'>As the night draws near &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I pray&lt;br /&gt;For the ones in my heart I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord's blessing on them would stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That while they slowly drift &lt;br /&gt;Into dream worlds beyond&lt;br /&gt;Wishing upon them an angel's kiss&lt;br /&gt;Their wishes coming true; a tale once upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the night till dawn breaks&lt;br /&gt;While the sun filters the darkness out&lt;br /&gt;As they look and at first glance they take&lt;br /&gt;Realise love is something they'll never go without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause for the rest of the day &lt;br /&gt;Till night falls again, where it blankets the sky&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful with stars to lead their way&lt;br /&gt;Its when I close my eyes for them again&lt;br /&gt;And I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moo&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-522247882674754612?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/522247882674754612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=522247882674754612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/522247882674754612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/522247882674754612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-morningnight.html' title='Good Morning/Night'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-7854504092257202833</id><published>2009-01-10T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:29:11.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>Proverbial something to live for, when all's bleak&lt;br /&gt;The one to live for when life gets hard and the pain starts&lt;br /&gt;And she gives me strength when i'm down on my knees, weak&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat magical, she lifts me up, no matter how badly i'm beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compare you to angels would do you injustice&lt;br /&gt;Cause what you did for me is worth more than just gorgeous beauty&lt;br /&gt;To love you till life's end i'd promise you this&lt;br /&gt;But your heart and your hand i'd need and for a lifetime you'd be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power over me is just so strong&lt;br /&gt;On the lonely nights you're not there i close my eyes and i see you&lt;br /&gt;But you never leave me for long&lt;br /&gt;You come right back cause you know that without you i just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day i've still got God to thank&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the honour of meeting someone like you&lt;br /&gt;The lowest point of time in my life i sank&lt;br /&gt;He sent me an angel, you to help me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moo&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-7854504092257202833?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/7854504092257202833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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word&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to say i already heard&lt;br /&gt;They say you're going away, here i thought you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;Please don't start to cry, it hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;Girl know this, i can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you feel lonely i'm right here&lt;br /&gt;With me by your side there's nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Cause for you nowhere's too far&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming with you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up my life here for you&lt;br /&gt;Life is short and i wanna spend it with you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more that you can say, in your heart i'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;We'll start a new life wherever it is&lt;br /&gt;You can be a princess and i your prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to feel lonely cause i'm right there&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you goodnight, playing with your hair&lt;br /&gt;We'll go places and you can be royalty&lt;br /&gt;All i ever want is you right here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the plane flies, into the skies&lt;br /&gt;We'll both look down and remember how hard we tried&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my arms and i'll hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry i'm abit confused abt this poem as well... so there's no title or anything, i just thought hey lets write something and this came out... so erm... yea... maybe more Doc Suess will help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-650929052170466208?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/650929052170466208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=650929052170466208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/650929052170466208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/650929052170466208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-you-go-dont-say-word-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-3348100507072902537</id><published>2008-12-07T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:29:40.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflected in her face, God's grace&lt;br /&gt;He called out to her and she came&lt;br /&gt;Floating down on clouds of silk&lt;br /&gt;Her touch resurrected flowers wilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desperate plea he cannot stand&lt;br /&gt;Longing so to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;Crying out once more on the shores&lt;br /&gt;Out to the sea she's missing once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shining knight in love's armor&lt;br /&gt;Came to her once in her darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;Up to the turrets of the loneliest tower&lt;br /&gt;Showing her true love's power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas it was all a dream or so it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Her knight no more than a figment of love's being&lt;br /&gt;The lonely towers she spends her days&lt;br /&gt;Her heart chained hard to the cold metal gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cruel fate may have she sadly seeks&lt;br /&gt;The knight who appears gallantly in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Her one true love she someday would meet&lt;br /&gt;Tapestry of their lives together they'd weave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew of the knight in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe she wouldn't feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;Cause he sees the little hope glimmer in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Making him wanna hold her till the days turn old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     ~Moo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-3348100507072902537?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/3348100507072902537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=3348100507072902537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/3348100507072902537'/><link rel='self' 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there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll laugh at the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;Its you and me forever written in our soul&lt;br /&gt;Its forever that together we stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh all they want cause they just can't see&lt;br /&gt;Just how we were simply meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that you'll never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Be it dark nights or sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart know this my lady&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss i ain't going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm with you nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up, like climbing heaven's ladders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the years we'll always last&lt;br /&gt;Forever is short, enternity does no justice&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're timeless, present and past&lt;br /&gt;Made for each other, it was said sealed with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem gives me some sense of satisfaction =) maybe cause its one that i've only managed to churn out after so damn long? Not that anyone reads this blog anyway, maybe i should leave this on the other one.... hmmm.... In any case, whoever that reads this, enjoy =) you are loved very much for reading this blog LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-8395203067167301752?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/8395203067167301752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=8395203067167301752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/8395203067167301752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/8395203067167301752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/11/endless.html' title='Endless'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-7903130104232008162</id><published>2008-11-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:44:28.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken</title><content type='html'>Crackling beneath the waters edge&lt;br /&gt;Fires burning inside with dread&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil causing battles of wars&lt;br /&gt;Tears shed of loved ones lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glazed over in the misty night&lt;br /&gt;Stories they tell of princesses and knights&lt;br /&gt;Those who were saved and she left alone&lt;br /&gt;Patiently she waits sitting on her cold throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold armor he wears does nothing to calm&lt;br /&gt;Fire that burns so ardently in his heart&lt;br /&gt;Her words lingering like a unforgettable psalm&lt;br /&gt;His lies they disappear his future no longer apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouded over the moon slowly fades&lt;br /&gt;A memory of a hope she once held so dear&lt;br /&gt;Pained handing everything over to fate&lt;br /&gt;Never had she seen a future so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that cold morning they finally met&lt;br /&gt;Hope that dried up amidst the tears that were shed&lt;br /&gt;Hand clasped her head resting on his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed, words unspoken, no need, they're lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i knew why i wrote this... there just this feeling that i can't quite put a finger on... it sounds a bit emo-ish but nt really more of like losing hope then finding it, knowing that you can find it there but the past holds you back or more like jerks you back. Maybe? You are the greatest mystery to me... yet you, hold the key&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-7903130104232008162?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/7903130104232008162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=7903130104232008162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/7903130104232008162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/7903130104232008162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/11/unspoken.html' title='Unspoken'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-131605134279490588</id><published>2008-10-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:37:10.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant To Be</title><content type='html'>I wish i could get you to know how you turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and swept me off my feet without a sound&lt;br /&gt;So its no surprise that i want to be yours&lt;br /&gt;To hold you into the night and just gaze into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful eyes, hidden worlds they keep all unexplored&lt;br /&gt;Leading into your deepest soul where i know i'd find my starry skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, you hold the sacred key to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I pine for you and i don't ever want us to be apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and only you can set me free&lt;br /&gt;The song of my heart i yearn to let you hear&lt;br /&gt;Together forever, for a lifetime of love's eternity&lt;br /&gt;In my loving arms all you'd ever feel is love my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me cause i still want you to know&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, one day i'd let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;But for now i can only promise you&lt;br /&gt;A true friend i'll always be and walk your life behind you&lt;br /&gt;For you mean so much, as a friend i won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;But there's something i wanna say and that simple is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you no matter what i promise you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By request, hope u like it ai'te =) and i wish u all the best. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-131605134279490588?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/131605134279490588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=131605134279490588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/131605134279490588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/131605134279490588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/10/meant-to-be.html' title='Meant To Be'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-2990840727442288748</id><published>2008-10-04T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:45:48.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being the main influence in my life&lt;br /&gt;Really couldn't have gone through all the painful strife&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you, i don't know what i would've become&lt;br /&gt;Cause you knew fully well all i wanted was to have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the times you pulled me back&lt;br /&gt;Even when i knew me decisions were whack&lt;br /&gt;And for those times you let me through,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there to see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now as i see you lying there,&lt;br /&gt;I really can't act as though i don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause for a fact, i love you more than life itself&lt;br /&gt;You're my grandma plus you put me before yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was your flair and your own style&lt;br /&gt;When you shouldn't have your only solace was, "its worth the while."&lt;br /&gt;Never wavering, unselfish and always loving&lt;br /&gt;And to describe you this is just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both don't know how things are gonna turn out&lt;br /&gt;You gave everyone a scare when you almost blacked out&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough night, thats all i can say&lt;br /&gt;We just ain't too prepared to let you go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family wants to hold you tight and not let you go&lt;br /&gt;Well most of us though for some i can't say so&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the point cause i promise you&lt;br /&gt;As long as i'm here, thats something i won't let them do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please rest easy and please rest well&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about us, take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;We still got that family holiday to go on together&lt;br /&gt;Yea its to Genting so you can enjoy its weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong, like you've always been for life&lt;br /&gt;Now its our turn to help you through your strife&lt;br /&gt;You're a veteran in life its easy for you&lt;br /&gt;But we'll be right here to see you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That much i promise you and my word is good&lt;br /&gt;Cause Mama i love you, WE love you and we always would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-2990840727442288748?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/2990840727442288748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=2990840727442288748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/2990840727442288748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/2990840727442288748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/10/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-1729508627698180794</id><published>2008-09-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:36:37.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect</title><content type='html'>You, were the very first to make him cry&lt;br /&gt;When he saw you, i swear, i saw his heart fly&lt;br /&gt;And you appeared before him like an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;That same night, he thanked God for putting you in his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all since then he did his best for you&lt;br /&gt;When you needed someone and felt alone you knew he'd come through&lt;br /&gt;In the train when you were bored he became the fool just for you&lt;br /&gt;When people stared he just thought, yes its for her muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then time went on and things changed and you just weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;Though it did break his heart he kept his silence you no longer called him by name&lt;br /&gt;It did hurt so bad that he thought of it till he almost went insane&lt;br /&gt;Yet cause you needed him he disregarded, and still sheltered you from the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you spoke to him no more and he could only watch&lt;br /&gt;On those lonely nights drowning his grief and sorrow in a constant flow of scotch&lt;br /&gt;Though he sunk lower and you didn't care some part of you wished you did&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know that being there for you no matter what is seriously no mean feat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you reached out and in the tender way that only you could helped him overcome&lt;br /&gt;And a long story short, and in the present after all's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;He stands beside you at the altar smiling brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;In his mind's eye his memories of you, playing on re-run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you say i do, its when he cries for you again&lt;br /&gt;Cause the strong feelings he has for you, there's no use to pretend&lt;br /&gt;For the one simple reason and for that reason only&lt;br /&gt;His love for you, a Father's love, a love that was meant for you purely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments please =) and yea inspiration was from 2 seperate incidents on the same day. This Tuesday i went for pshysio and i saw this father playing with his daughter and i didn't see the mum around and yea he looked like a total fool but he didn't care at all, all that mattered to him was that his daughter was laughing and giggling away they way a child should and that was enough for him and the cutest part was he even taught her to play scissors, paper, stone (she's like 3 btw) that was really heartwarming to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was on my way home, i saw this guy that had tattoos covering his entire arm and he looked totally outta place, but on his left there sat this lil girl around the same age as the one previously mentioned and she was clinging on to his arm and literally dangling from it. I could tell he was damn tired cause he looked really haggard and his wife who was sleeping on the girl's left didn't bother she just slept. But throughout the entire train ride, from Orchard to Yishun, he kept her amused and one other thing i noticed was that his clothes were really in bad condition like slightly torn and all yet the clothes his wife and daughter wore were BRAND NEW. Thats a family man right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-1729508627698180794?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/1729508627698180794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=1729508627698180794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1729508627698180794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1729508627698180794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/09/protect.html' title='Protect'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-7194862225734551225</id><published>2008-09-22T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:50:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Words</title><content type='html'>I promise to love you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Write all the poems with the words that rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Love you cause i know you need someone&lt;br /&gt;When you think of the future, i'm the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how much do words weigh&lt;br /&gt;Were you really here to stay?&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad things turned out this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause i couldn't stand being miserable another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the sun shines more for me than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;If its one thing i've learnt, yea i should love myself&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best with whatever it is you do&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sorry when you need someone and he doesn't come through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know that i won't and probably never will&lt;br /&gt;You left a hole in my heart and it bleeds still&lt;br /&gt;But you never really did care and i don't want you to&lt;br /&gt;Cause for what you did, i now know the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll pack my bags and walk life's road&lt;br /&gt;Glad that i finally got rid of this heavy load&lt;br /&gt;I am who i am this is who i'll be&lt;br /&gt;And yea, guess we were never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all the words that i said and meant something&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you made them turn into nothing&lt;br /&gt;Ironic how you turned something so full of love&lt;br /&gt;Into emptiness, nothingness, something that was nothing but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, an empty word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny the kinds of poems you can think of when you're ice-ing your shin LOL this poem was based on.... experience, partially mine but its like taken from alot of people, and its for those who have loved and lost. Some found solace some didn't but whatever happened, its probably for the best. So yea those still looking for some solace, you'll find it someday someway unexpectedly. Till then, keep that chin up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-7194862225734551225?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/7194862225734551225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=7194862225734551225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/7194862225734551225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/7194862225734551225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/09/empty-words.html' title='Empty Words'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4519379255431632798</id><published>2008-09-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:43:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where You Are</title><content type='html'>Illuminating the truth in the sun's rays&lt;br /&gt;I lift my face, towards your embrace&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes as I hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Heart hammering though you've nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wind rushes all around&lt;br /&gt;All you wanna do is smile and not make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know the moment isn't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;The time for us to part would soon come to pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As surely as the sun rises and it sets&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could stay that much you can bet&lt;br /&gt;But hoping against hope there is no way&lt;br /&gt;Though i long to be beside you would they let me stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you cry your lonely tears&lt;br /&gt;Or live out your wildest fears&lt;br /&gt;Please remember that in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Not once would we ever be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way to defy all the odds&lt;br /&gt;I'd go on my knees and i'll beg God&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what it is or how far&lt;br /&gt;He'd let me be beside you wherever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4519379255431632798?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/4519379255431632798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Shrouded in the ever growing mist&lt;br /&gt;Dreary, victim of their final wish&lt;br /&gt;Cold, the victim of winter's icy kiss&lt;br /&gt;Into oblivion she slowly drifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away into the darkness beyond&lt;br /&gt;Her heart beating to an alien song&lt;br /&gt;Where she's headed she cannot fathom&lt;br /&gt;Her demons she tries so hard to exorcise them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desperate plea a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one around to hear her yelp&lt;br /&gt;As expected, she knows this, she must go alone&lt;br /&gt;Though now she can feel the cold, it strikes the core of her bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her tears slowly freeze on her grief stricken face&lt;br /&gt;As her movement embodies the embrace of her fate&lt;br /&gt;As she slowly freezes together in time&lt;br /&gt;She can only think of one final line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last stand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-2389231149884436451?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/2389231149884436451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=2389231149884436451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/2389231149884436451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/2389231149884436451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-stand.html' title='Last Stand'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-3015008749174187996</id><published>2008-09-07T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:54:30.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Damn Hard</title><content type='html'>Sunlight washes over her radiant face&lt;br /&gt;She looks over waiting for love's embrace&lt;br /&gt;None comes and the sun turns cold&lt;br /&gt;She puts up a front, iron walls, yet longing for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave after wave of emotion crash down&lt;br /&gt;Swirling, spinning, twisting her around&lt;br /&gt;What she has around her she doesn't know, unsure&lt;br /&gt;Day and night she prays for an answer, her chosen path to be clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she dives into the pool of solitude she can't help but ask&lt;br /&gt;What would it be like if she stepped back to the past&lt;br /&gt;Happier? Maybe cause it meant all,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent, forgiving not thinking she'd have to take that fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did and it hurt, hard, fast, straight into the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Yet with that echoing crash almost as though no one heard&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one came running to pick her up, to hold her and say&lt;br /&gt;I'm here now, you're alright and cause i love you everything's gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an ironic twist of fate she chooses another path&lt;br /&gt;One of solitude for a lifetime guaranteed it'll last&lt;br /&gt;While on the outside he can only look on&lt;br /&gt;With his aching heart wondering what the hell's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting fate decide her life, becoming a somewhat slave&lt;br /&gt;Yet somewhat some part wanting to be saved&lt;br /&gt;But as the fates aren't so kind if you must know&lt;br /&gt;Filled with uncertainty she's scared to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of herself, to trust someone else, even with everything saying yes&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to put herself through another one of these tests&lt;br /&gt;So all she thinks is safe for her to do&lt;br /&gt;Embrace her fate and just follow through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the back of her mind,&lt;br /&gt;As much to herself she'd want to lie&lt;br /&gt;Its still there and it won't go away&lt;br /&gt;Even if that one she once loved wasn't there to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she can hope for is his well being,&lt;br /&gt;That he found someone who loves, as much as she did him&lt;br /&gt;The outsider, looking in, somehow understands what she's feeling&lt;br /&gt;Longing to tell her this, in the best he can, that was a nightmare but i'm your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he knows the pain thats filled with useless regret,&lt;br /&gt;The loss of a first love, so damn hard to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-3015008749174187996?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/3015008749174187996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=3015008749174187996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/3015008749174187996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/3015008749174187996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-damn-hard.html' title='So Damn Hard'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-3081233198991735471</id><published>2008-08-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:30:13.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inspiration from Shaq's blog and some memories from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the feathers slowly fall away, peeling&lt;br /&gt;Dropping ever so slightly till there's nothing more&lt;br /&gt;His heart, all the pain still there but healing&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if that was an angel himself saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on this earth for a reason, yet not knowing&lt;br /&gt;What he was really meant for, and more so for who&lt;br /&gt;But unfailing and full of it was his love so giving&lt;br /&gt;Never had to question if he was ever so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he walks this lonely barren road&lt;br /&gt;No one in sight and for once he feels so alone&lt;br /&gt;He questions himself and the purpose he once lived so vividly,&lt;br /&gt;Where was his true someone when he needed someone else to lift that load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart somewhat worn out even with angel blessings&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly felt hurt by whatever of life's happenings&lt;br /&gt;Cause he once forgot what hurt was all about&lt;br /&gt;And he felt it again but with darkness he decides to keep in shroud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fallen angel he never wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;To be different from the rest, maybe his true destiny&lt;br /&gt;Falling more than being lifted up on wings of his own&lt;br /&gt;Love itself, ironically was something he has never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarred, bruised and limping to his next journey&lt;br /&gt;He wants to stop. For now. For eternity&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the case for his sad story.&lt;br /&gt;He was meant for "love", and its somewhat cruel irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-3081233198991735471?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/3081233198991735471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=3081233198991735471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/3081233198991735471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/3081233198991735471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspiration-from-shaqs-blog-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4495091761128969298</id><published>2008-08-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:00:10.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know jolly well, you wont be able to read this letter.&lt;br /&gt;Because, i never thought of giving this to you.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;yet day after day disappointments grew stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of all these but i still hang on to my belief because i was hoping that one day you will be able to understand you are not what you used to say.&lt;br /&gt;However, my efforts were futile.&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself to accept this defeat and to forget you,&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;In fact,&lt;br /&gt;i let myself to plunge into this bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought love would reciprocate, but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Darn wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I put in my heart and soul into this,&lt;br /&gt;But your final words were- 'let's end it'.&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to accept your flaws, your character and you,&lt;br /&gt;day by day.&lt;br /&gt;However, I never had the foresight to see such a tragedy coming.&lt;br /&gt;It has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;It pains me and hurts me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wished that i was here with you all these while and i have.&lt;br /&gt;Cant you appreciate and see that i am making an effort to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you are the only one who truly cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;But, i was darn wrong again!&lt;br /&gt;I failed to let you see that we have a future,&lt;br /&gt;instead,&lt;br /&gt;you have inflicted me with so much pain and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything that i have,&lt;br /&gt;priortise you before anything else,&lt;br /&gt;how much more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this letter a thousand times,&lt;br /&gt;just to make sure that my inner thoughts are written here clearly-in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;I know i am dumb to do this,&lt;br /&gt;because i know that you will never recieved this letter.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regret in knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i am really happy to know that you actually cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore,&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted my decision and to stick to it for as long as i could.&lt;br /&gt;My last words to you-&lt;br /&gt;'I love you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;hello there!(: &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone read kenneth's blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i am his fairy who writes on his blog whenever he doesnt have the mood to write a poem or a song.&lt;br /&gt;And this is just the first poem that i decided to publish out. &lt;br /&gt;Do feel free to give comments.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, kenneth(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;lil fairy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.my poems aint as good as kenneth. So, pardon me.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4495091761128969298?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/4495091761128969298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=4495091761128969298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4495091761128969298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/4495091761128969298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter.html' title='letter.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQCc7i3fcuQ/SKWM9jSaFDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/HhDMzBoBrms/S220/1_438267333l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-1018400688561216695</id><published>2008-08-22T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:50:24.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't meant to insult or to strike anyone down, its just personal opinion and inspiration to write this came when i was bathing... so erm... yea haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly Supposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that you call on late at night&lt;br /&gt;Just to talk to you until morning light&lt;br /&gt;Run in the rain with you just cause&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand and say that he loves you more for your flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for you when you're sleeping or out&lt;br /&gt;To tell you he missed you when you've come about&lt;br /&gt;Give you his jacket when the weather's too cold&lt;br /&gt;Carry you up the stairs when you've both grown old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwavering, never faltering supposed to be there&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever questioned him, show you how much he really cares&lt;br /&gt;Put all your insecurities to rest&lt;br /&gt;Prove to you that your choice of him was and still is the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be&lt;span class="results-bar"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; magnanimous when you wanna hang out with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Cause he should understand that if he can't then they be there till the very end&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand when you're alone together&lt;br /&gt;Even with sweaty palms or cold fingers never let go, ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace you with everything he's got&lt;br /&gt;Simply cause he remembers what he did to come see you, to him like a war fought&lt;br /&gt;Remind you of how important you are&lt;br /&gt;Not to him only cause when it comes to yourself, you're not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you like it was the last time he was gonna see you&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes thats the only way to see if he's true&lt;br /&gt;Genuinely wanna see you even when you're absolutely terrible&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight in public, tell random strangers that you're his girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and last on his mind, everyday&lt;br /&gt;And thank God for allowing you to come his way&lt;br /&gt;Looks you in the eye when he says he loves you&lt;br /&gt;Then makes a promise to forever love you and follow through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lie to you if you wanted to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;For the simple reason that you he'd never wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;Feel on top of the world, knowing that you're his and his yours&lt;br /&gt;Loving you for the sole reason, just so because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-1018400688561216695?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/1018400688561216695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=1018400688561216695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1018400688561216695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/1018400688561216695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-isnt-meant-to-insult-or-to-strike.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-2860100354691118066</id><published>2008-08-20T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:43:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling of her damask cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Collecting at her chin, falling at her feet&lt;br /&gt;Like her to him and she can't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;Only pain and anguish, ever questioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She withstood the test of time&lt;br /&gt;Though more than once she crossed some lines&lt;br /&gt;Still its no excuse the roles were never meant to be reversed&lt;br /&gt;She wants to forget it all, put her sadness all in a hearse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she knows she can't and it'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;Haunting her, taunting her making her question if he'd really care&lt;br /&gt;Total wipeout is that she needs, be free from all this&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing she wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart, less than frozen goes weak&lt;br /&gt;Once again she finds herself a victim at irony's feet&lt;br /&gt;Cruel irony it truly is, she's lost herself&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else finds themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true we are lost till we are found&lt;br /&gt;But what if we haven't come around?&lt;br /&gt;Doomed to be lost for an eternity?&lt;br /&gt;A shuddering thought for anyone to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do believe the sun gon shine, soon&lt;br /&gt;If that ain't what you want we gon bring you the moon&lt;br /&gt;And we know that you strong&lt;br /&gt;But keeping all this to yourself is just wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your friends know that we gon be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Rain or shine, night or day, without the sun we gonna shine through&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad thing to see that its no longer a trend&lt;br /&gt;But right here and forver, we'll always be there for you my friend. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-2860100354691118066?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/2860100354691118066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=2860100354691118066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/2860100354691118066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/2860100354691118066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-than-that-rolling-of-her-damask.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-6200074939349415522</id><published>2008-08-17T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:25:33.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this sometime today, do poems really reflect one's innermost feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i wished, across me&lt;br /&gt;And i see her, my heart wavers, former resolve goes unstable&lt;br /&gt;My heart i've been closing up with ice, trying to freeze&lt;br /&gt;Never enough, she breaks the icy walls down with ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as i might, hardest, i appear indifferent&lt;br /&gt;In this case, an entirely new level of hurt transcended&lt;br /&gt;For whatever it is, i'm still somehow there, and i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Only truth here is that i ain't fine i used to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can i do? Its your choice&lt;br /&gt;It's not for me to say, i have no voice&lt;br /&gt;Yet without a voice i yearn to say&lt;br /&gt;Though i should walk away my feelings wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i close my eyes and pray to God&lt;br /&gt;For whatever it is he wants me to do&lt;br /&gt;And as i say by your will Lord&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll, they don't stop and outside the rain pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bitter laugh, a sad smile.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel hurt after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-6200074939349415522?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/6200074939349415522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=6200074939349415522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/6200074939349415522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/6200074939349415522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wrote-this-sometime-today-i-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-152316802796183018</id><published>2008-08-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:16:54.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a stupid poem, its driven by feelings&lt;br /&gt;And i know i shouldn't let them&lt;br /&gt;But yet it lies bubbling beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;Never fading, despite my attempts to erase&lt;br /&gt;Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wish, i could just fade away cause it did hurt&lt;br /&gt;But never once did i like, lying in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Throw me down i stand up there's really nothing much&lt;br /&gt;But the feelings again control me as so and such&lt;br /&gt;Its them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want to write this stupid poem i can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;Might as well stand in front of a cannon and take a direct hit&lt;br /&gt;But then what about the rest of my life? What's gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;I prayed, God told me the answer, i'm my own life's captain.&lt;br /&gt;Its no longer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its a new tune and a new beat&lt;br /&gt;But the same monotone rhythm in his heart moves his feet&lt;br /&gt;To him now its unimportant and he must be selfish to himself&lt;br /&gt;Believing that its for the greater good and it is.&lt;br /&gt;He controls them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain falls silently in the background...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-152316802796183018?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/152316802796183018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=152316802796183018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/152316802796183018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/152316802796183018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-poem-this-is-stupid-poem-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-8627232248898920044</id><published>2008-08-10T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:05:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, nothing can be seen&lt;br /&gt;Cold dark and lonely, life, not knowing what it means&lt;br /&gt;Then you came, and then i saw&lt;br /&gt;Everything i never knew before&lt;br /&gt;So all i have to girl to you&lt;br /&gt;And i swear that its all true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the fireworks, that brightens up my dark dark sky&lt;br /&gt;When i'm down and out your kisses, lift me oh so high&lt;br /&gt;Like the different coloured bursts of energy way up there&lt;br /&gt;You showed me life in a different light and taught me how to care&lt;br /&gt;And you showed up in my life with that resounding boom&lt;br /&gt;Filled up my life with your love and every empty room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all i have to say now to you,&lt;br /&gt;Is that i really do love you and i swear its true&lt;br /&gt;There ain't gon be a time i will regret&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;privilege, something i would never neglect&lt;br /&gt;You're the spark to my life and what you ignite&lt;br /&gt;Was meant for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the fireworks inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand beside you all my life we'd never be apart&lt;br /&gt;The simple line that you kidnapped my heart it rings so true&lt;br /&gt;So you know i ain't lying when i say i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;And deep down you know you're worth every accolade&lt;br /&gt;Even though you dispute every line that's ever said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through all thats been said please know this&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who brought my troubled heart peace&lt;br /&gt;To say i love you more than life itself means naught&lt;br /&gt;What i feel for you is more than throughly thought&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know what it means for me to fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Despite the circumstances you know no matter what i'd always stay true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you girl. You're the fireworks in my life, lighting it up when i need it the most, unintentionally, unknowingly but always welcomed to do so =) and like the dying embers of the after explosions, what you do leaves a lasting effect on me, and you i'll always think of and remember. 1st and last, girl. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-8627232248898920044?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/8627232248898920044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=8627232248898920044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/8627232248898920044'/><link rel='self' 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your answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes stop crying, i'ma make everything better&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to shelter you through whatever weather&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to hear you out whenever&lt;br /&gt;In your heart you know we should be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the guy lifting you up when you've hit rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;Brighten your life when it all seemed so solemn&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight and make you swoon inside&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand hold on tight for the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you means nothing anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cause when i say it to you it means so much more&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what's the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Its me that you'll be with during the very last dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever say you're not cut out to love&lt;br /&gt;For the role of girlfriend, it fits you like a glove&lt;br /&gt;And more precious to me than any angel, you're so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, so please don't dispute that fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know for sure that the answer is right there&lt;br /&gt;Deep in your heart you know that i'll always care&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to say all this to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can read and feel me, i swear its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not all me, its more of you&lt;br /&gt;My life's been changed since i met you&lt;br /&gt;You made me realize life's purpose&lt;br /&gt;When i thought all around me was likened to an overrated circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my hand and showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sweaty, i'm not letting go, no way&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, i really don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm easy, just say you love me and i'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its not cause i'm crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn sure you were sent from the skies above&lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't lie and it says you're the one&lt;br /&gt;To see your face to the ends of the world i'd run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you told me to bring you the moon i wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;cause its redundant and i just couldn't&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanted me to i'd give you the sun&lt;br /&gt;Since every other guy would want the moon for their girl, i'd let them have their fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these words i write here i swear its true&lt;br /&gt;Cept for sun part, i think i'd be violating some of nature's rules&lt;br /&gt;But if i could you know i wouldn't hesitate to do it&lt;br /&gt;Then i'd use it to keep you warm when you need it's heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all those above mentioned lines, they don't say much&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all, words are only words and as so they are such&lt;br /&gt;If you ever needed assurance in them, then just let me know&lt;br /&gt;I'll look you in your ever so bright eyes and then whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;The words i then say are simple short and maybe sweet,&lt;br /&gt;but their intention is simple, to sweep you right off your feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-8672460651496266550</id><published>2008-07-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:02:47.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the one you call when its late at night&lt;br /&gt;To chase away your sadness and make everything right&lt;br /&gt;To the one who you scream at cause you're angry&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your mood, your listening ear; i'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry you home when you're dead tired&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to date you at fast food restaurants when you're on a diet&lt;br /&gt;Sing to you when you need some entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Either that or do something funny for your sole amusement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hand when you need someone's touch&lt;br /&gt;Keep reminding you if you ask me how much?&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight look you in the eye and say, "I Love You this much."&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever doubted my reply kiss you and remind you there is love as such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lend you my shoulder when you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Put you on a plane, no questions asked, if you wanted to fly&lt;br /&gt;Cause you mean everything to me and i wouldn't just try&lt;br /&gt;Babe i'd do it in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake with you when you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Get pearls for you from the ocean deep&lt;br /&gt;For you it would be a piece of cake&lt;br /&gt;Your love for granted i would never take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there for you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;From the end to the very start&lt;br /&gt;As much as its over rated, the promises and the i love you's&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it cause i really do mean it, this much i swear its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Its dedicated. You know who you are. Thanks for the title, its for you. Especially for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave It; Break It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat flowing, heart thumping&lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs focused, brow furrowed&lt;br /&gt;Feet pumping, lungs burning&lt;br /&gt;Hair swaying, left to right, off the strands sweat drips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't stop she knows she can't&lt;br /&gt;In her soul there seems to be a dent&lt;br /&gt;And she tries to will herself to stop&lt;br /&gt;But the fire, it burns, covers her all the way; bottom to top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet,&lt;br /&gt;She's smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Cool air whipping around her&lt;br /&gt;It cools the sweat, and the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Run, along with her&lt;br /&gt;She down the road and "it" down her damask cheek&lt;br /&gt;And she laughs, she can't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;As is her running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire, it rises, its too strong&lt;br /&gt;She can't control, she might burn along with it&lt;br /&gt;But there is no fear&lt;br /&gt;She wills it over her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed with relief,&lt;br /&gt;Pushing past all her grief&lt;br /&gt;Her pain, her sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Her soul she once considered hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it or break it&lt;br /&gt;Her Passion, she can't fake it&lt;br /&gt;Burning stronger than ever&lt;br /&gt;Her driving force, pushing her forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always forward, never back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she smiles to herself; this is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-46483254230715692?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/46483254230715692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=46483254230715692' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;As the waves crash and churn she feels her heart break&lt;br /&gt;As the pieces slowly unhinge and fall off&lt;br /&gt;She wonders was it because her heart was too soft?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bittersweet re-run of a romance movie&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts focused on his words of truly madly deeply&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in her life with him&lt;br /&gt;She doubts the love she has in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he wasn't there when she needed him&lt;br /&gt;More than words was something that she wished she could've seen&lt;br /&gt;As the streaks of sun wash over her face&lt;br /&gt;In his heart, does she still hold that place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that out there someone's waiting for her&lt;br /&gt;And for now she knows his feelings are sure&lt;br /&gt;But the chance that he asks should she give it she ponders&lt;br /&gt;Her heart and soul to him should she surrender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the light envelopes her and caresses her skin&lt;br /&gt;From her heart she hears a voice within&lt;br /&gt;A small, slight whisper but more like a call&lt;br /&gt;Telling her to be with her he'd give it his all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a smile cracks her frowned face,&lt;br /&gt;She turns around into his embrace&lt;br /&gt;No longer did she need what was in the past&lt;br /&gt;The future, she knew, was going to last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-1684502063884073703?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/1684502063884073703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=1684502063884073703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dreads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath held heart beating faster than ever&lt;br /&gt;As the lights dim around them and he waits for an answer&lt;br /&gt;People around stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Those who were leaving didn't want to go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she replies after what seemed to him eternity&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowing down her cheeks, the day she thought she'd never see&lt;br /&gt;His proposal, her hand in marriage&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams of riding in a grand white carriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her answer she would not yield,&lt;br /&gt;At least not yet unsure of his real self around her heart still, a shield&lt;br /&gt;And as she slowly shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;So fragile, his heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence, she knows, guilt she is familiar with&lt;br /&gt;The room finds it harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;As he slowly rises up, he slowly nods his head&lt;br /&gt;Then without saying a word, he walks away, head somehow still raised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness finally envelopes the poor girl&lt;br /&gt;She sits by her bed and thinks she's lost her world&lt;br /&gt;Just as she cries herself to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Its her phone, it gives her a little beep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the boy, the one who loved her so&lt;br /&gt;Her heart breaks this time&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she could've crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;Her inner self only she would've showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the message is displayed on the screen,&lt;br /&gt;The boy tells her where he's been&lt;br /&gt;Confused as she is about his message&lt;br /&gt;He still wants her in his grand white carriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the true determination of a lover&lt;br /&gt;Promised he'd wait for that long awaited hour&lt;br /&gt;To be the guy to walk her down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;Just that he believes she's now in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ultimate question, Yes or No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-3538584667175821124?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/3538584667175821124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=3538584667175821124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/3538584667175821124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/3538584667175821124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-one-knee-he-asks-for-her-hand-vowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-5901159554880089394</id><published>2008-07-17T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:12:50.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you everlasting happiness&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do in life&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you love all around&lt;br /&gt;So that you'd always know that you belonged&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you a peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;That life won't so easily get you down&lt;br /&gt;And i wish for you all the above&lt;br /&gt;Cause for the fact that you mean something to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you to really know how i feel&lt;br /&gt;That i could be the one that would take you to corners of the world&lt;br /&gt;And if that weren't enough i wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;That even heaven couldn't contain all the beauty that you possess&lt;br /&gt;And to be yours, i'd give it all but sadly there's nothing that i can do&lt;br /&gt;Cause while my heart is willing, all i can do is for her to make the call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;confused by all thats around me&lt;br /&gt;The pain it ebbs and flows and yet&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of how human i am&lt;br /&gt;Then when i see her face i'm reminded again&lt;br /&gt;Of how much i wanna be her man&lt;br /&gt;So all i wish for right now&lt;br /&gt;Something simple, to let her know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm beginning to like this blog better than the other luh...) hmm i'm blog biased&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-5901159554880089394?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/5901159554880089394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=5901159554880089394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5901159554880089394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/5901159554880089394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-9184690328874986986</id><published>2008-07-12T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:22:34.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise (version 2)</title><content type='html'>Promises don't always hold&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes with time people turn cold&lt;br /&gt;In the present there's always no time&lt;br /&gt;Love has been pushed to the back of their minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i ain't one of them&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is, i'll see you through&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you is something i'd never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coldest of the nights&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Making sure you stay warm&lt;br /&gt;Together we'd make it out the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i promise that throughout these years&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right by your side and fight your fears&lt;br /&gt;Whatever problems you have i'll share&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is i'll always care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your tears start to flow&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one to hold&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to wipe every tear&lt;br /&gt;And to remind you that i'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this i promise from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Sounds crazy, but i loved you from the very start&lt;br /&gt;I swear your heart i'll never break&lt;br /&gt;Your love for granted, i'd never take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-9184690328874986986?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/9184690328874986986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=9184690328874986986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/9184690328874986986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/9184690328874986986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/07/promise-version-2.html' title='Promise (version 2)'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-6338074169963135298</id><published>2008-07-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:52:35.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome welcome</title><content type='html'>This is like my "alter-ego"? yea like where i put all the thoughts in there and well they're just my thoughts and i was wrestling with the idea of puttin this up in the 1st place and letting it known and all cause well... i dunno, but yea so erm this is my "poem blog" so just lemme know what y'all think. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-6338074169963135298?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/6338074169963135298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=6338074169963135298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/6338074169963135298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2518741284567282776/posts/default/6338074169963135298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-welcome.html' title='Welcome welcome'/><author><name>Moo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-2213000513112970863</id><published>2008-06-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:47:58.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired, battle-worn&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowing, heart torn&lt;br /&gt;Tried as he might he just couldn't bear,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of it he just couldn't and didn't want to be there&lt;br /&gt;So he closed his eyes and hoped for peace&lt;br /&gt;Salvation to come and save him from this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-2213000513112970863?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2518741284567282776.post-4711316851132049859</id><published>2008-05-06T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:49:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet</title><content type='html'>Dew rises up from the ground&lt;br /&gt;Like magic they appear and leave with time&lt;br /&gt;As the mist he stands in swirls around&lt;br /&gt;Slowly his cracked heart forms a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood, it flows, as the sense of despair grows&lt;br /&gt;All he can do is stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if she'd care&lt;br /&gt;Her value to him he'd love to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection after rejection&lt;br /&gt;His heart burned with passion&lt;br /&gt;Still decided to stay and wait&lt;br /&gt;Giving everything up to tempt fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny, he'd rewrite in the stars&lt;br /&gt;Like the poets of the distant times&lt;br /&gt;Write stories of love's journey's far&lt;br /&gt;Forever etched in his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet he hopes to let her see&lt;br /&gt;Hold her tight in his embrace&lt;br /&gt;Future says they were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;However she can't seem to place his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a wounded soldier of love's scorn&lt;br /&gt;Hardened heart still marching on&lt;br /&gt;To him only a minor test&lt;br /&gt;To her he'd stand out from all the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2518741284567282776-4711316851132049859?l=hustlers-promise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hustlers-promise.blogspot.com/feeds/4711316851132049859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2518741284567282776&amp;postID=4711316851132049859' title='0 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