Love

I never knew sorrow till I knew your name.

Never knew pain or needed to stay sane.

Now we live life against the grain…

They say this tugawar is love.

Forever war, is this still love?

It has to be as we make it last it seems.

We love.

-OM

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Tagging

Some of you still aren’t tagging properly.

And you are using twenty or so tags, so I know you are trying.

15 tags total. If you place the post in a category that counts as a tag.

Use 13 tags and a cat to be safe. I was lazy and wrote cat instead of category.

You are all writing these beautiful posts and they are only posting to your personal reader stream when you over tag or don’t tag at all. You miss the general population.

That isn’t where the prisoners are in this case. That is where all the “random readers” come from that can learn to love your blog too!

Learn to tag properly.

This has been a public service announcement from HarsH ReaLiTy.

-OM

Example of some tags I use and sometimes reuse (note: you have to separate a tag with a ,)

blog, blogging, blogger, welcome, wordpress, writing, about, Denver, Colorado, harsh reality, life, love, women

Drops

I see the teardrops where you once stood. But you are no longer there.

I see darkness up above. It reminds me of dark black hair.

Stains upon a window pane paint a picture of pain so fine.

And there we sit, a distant past, our love lost in the fire.

Tear drops falling from above seem to remind me of that love.

They fall between my fingertips and remind me of parted lips.

-OM

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My Journey: Minnesota to Nevada

WOW what a journey! I thought I’d swing back around and share this one. Worth a read!
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I moved to Las Vegas, Nevada just 4 months after I turned 21 years old. I’ve always known that I wanted to leave Minnesota. I just had no idea where to. I looked at apartment prices in a ton of different states.

For my 21st birthday, boyfriend and I went on a week long vacation to parts of Cali and to Las Vegas with a majority of our time being spent in Las Vegas.

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We fell in love with this city. One drunken night on The Strip, boyfriend said that we should move there. I was so excited that he finally had a suggestion to move somewhere. I kept telling him that I wanted to move out of state but he never seemed down for it. I was starting to believe that he wanted to stay in Minnesota.

He still says he loves and misses MN all the time but…

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Night

Would you walk with me into the night? And hold the night so tight.

Turning away from the light. To come dance tonight.

Can you hear our song? A single beat so long.

Feel it in your feet. As you battle for breath from me.

Now she feels it now. Past what she normally allows.

We dance between the sheets. You dance underneath me.

-OM

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Honor Society

Twelfth grade was going ok. I was busy with college applications, I had a girlfriend at White Station, and we were having a winning soccer season! Everything was great… except for one thing.

Art class.

I walked into the art room and quickly found my way to my desk. The art room tables were situated in a circle that filled the entire room and it afforded us the opportunity to talk and observe each other’s work. Normally this would be a fun and stimulating atmosphere to be a part of. Normally.

Hey Chink,” a voice from my left side slid in to interrupt my peaceful thoughts. I knew the voice all too well. This same asshat had been tormenting me since the beginning of the school year and was determined to get under my skin. You know how adults love to claim that “if you just ignore it, it will stop?” That’s bullshit. It never stops, particularly when you are an Asian going to an 85% black school in Memphis Tennessee. From my experience in life, you’d better buckle up because it is going to be a bumpy 13 years.

“Why do Asians wear sunglasses? Aren’t your eyes tight enough to act like natural shades? Damn you’re ugly.”

“Why the fuck are you checking me out for? Isn’t your little friend there cute enough for you, dickhead?” I snapped back finally losing my patience and cool.

“Ohhhhhh watch out! The little chink is mad!” He and his friend began chanting.

As I got up to deal with my daily nemesis, the fire alarm suddenly started going off and put a temporary end to our squabble. It was only temporary and as soon as we got outside it began again. It escalated.

By the time the fire drill had ended we were both angry enough to kill one another. We continued to verbally spar as we walked back in, I’m no bitch and gave as good as I got. But I was also alone, the only Asian fighting a racial war.

As we walked back into the art room I barely saw the fist that was headed straight for me. My world exploded and I saw Chinese fireworks before my eye.

This motherfucker just hit me! I thought to myself as my body reacted on its own. I felt my own fist wind back and I strike out blindly where his nose should have been. I felt his face squish with a satisfying connection and blood gushed from his nostrils. Suddenly I was jerked backwards and found myself face to face with my soccer coach who had followed us after seeing what was going on and had yanked me back out of the fight. I was dazed and just happy the bright lights had stopped.

We were both rushed to the office for judgement and punishment. We were equally guilty in the eyes of my educators and because of that we were both handed board suspensions.

I lost my senior year national honor society because of my suspension. I then lost all my scholarship offers as well, all except one – in state UTK, and that is where I ended up going. I guess I hadn’t needed to fill out all those fucking applications after all.

I remember one day after the fight, while I was serving out my board suspension at home. My mom walked into my room with a card. She knew I had been having a hard time… even if I hadn’t shared my daily details with her. Why would I? At 17 years old you begin to realize that life just sucks sometimes… and parents are for comfort. They can’t fix everything.

I opened the card and my eyes began to water. It said –

You will always be in my honor society. I love you.

I thanked her with more than just my words. I thanked her with my heart and I felt the weight lessen slightly.

You see she got it… she did understand.

-Opinionated Man

Jason C. Cushman

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