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This is the name of my manga I’m working on.

 

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Here’s the Main Character:  Akiyama Tenshi – 赤山 天死  

  

Character Profile - RisaRisa

  

And here’s a few lines:

“Her name was Risa, Watanabe Risa. She would come by every so often to say hi. Sometimes we would talk for hours. I dreaded the sunsets. It meant she had to go back to her home to a world I would never, could never see. Sunsets. Each one felt like the end of the world.

She was my friend for 8 years and one day we just “clicked”. I fell in love. For two years little by little I opened up. She helped me free myself of the shackles of hate that kept me from wanting to really be around people. I really began to feel happiness.

Then she left. One day she just moved. she left a note wedged in her house’s side door. She wanted to be something, and she had loved me so much she had stay too long here just for me.

Liar.

That one word had the same sound as the breaking of my heart. I went home got drunk and filled up the bathtub. I passed out in the water. An easy suicide, Right? Wrong…”

“Welcome everyone! Congratulations on your acceptance in to Tenshi no makoto gaku. I am your vice principal, Yahara Mizuho! And now, I’d like to introduce your principal, as he would like to say a few words. Fushomo-sensei.

Good morning, everyone. My name is Fushomo Io. I’d like to address everyone who has come here with a smiling face. This is not a game. This is not your playground. This is not your salvation. You cannot waste all your time here thinking this is a release. This is no redo. No pass Go and collect $200 dollars. No homerun. You are here because you failed. You lost. And even hell cannot accept you! Every one of you here has broken the laws of nature, the commandments in the most dire of ways. Each and every one of you has sinned the most grievous of sins. You desired to leave your destiny behind, have chosen to shun the path that life had laid out before you. You chose not to choose. Not to overcome. Not to endure hardships. You chose to be weak, to be fragile, to be lost. You chose death. You chose Suicide. How many of you thought that in the next life it would be better? That you could have hope, and joy, and happiness? Or that you wouldn’t mind hell because life must have been worse? . . . . . . Silence. Silence! If silence is golden then you all shine like golden suns! You have broken the laws of fate and now you must pay for it! If you succeed you may reach heaven, if you fail you will reach oblivion. Not even an echo of your existence will remain. You will be forever gone. Your soul shredded into tatters and burned to ash to be blown away beyond the nothingness. So, I will say again what I started with. This is not a game. This is your penance. Your test. And less than a third will pass. Fail and hence forever more or succeed and deserve true happiness. Make your choice. My prayers will be with you.

And now I would like to introduce the freshmen class representative . . .

 “When I died I thought I’d either stop existing or maybe go to Hell. I never thought I’d Wake up dead. 

The two really bad parts.

One: The afterlife looks just like the real world. 

Two: If I die again before I save a thousand souls my soul will cease to exist. I died once I’m afraid to die again.

Sardonic, isn’t it.”

 

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HOBOS IN BOXCARS JUMPING TRAINS

(Cannons are for Killing Not for Soaring)

 

If a picture speaks a thousand words, Then

ACTIONS ARE FREIGHT TRAINS

Whose fault is it? Whose fault is this,

that I forgive and you forget?

WHY DO YOU FORGET?

I can’t deal with this and the kids, alone.

I’m here and your gone.

To where? Who knows

These things. The ringing in my ears has seeped into my teeth

And I can’t forget. It will seep into my fists, into my legs.

And when I can’t forgive, I’ll be the only one

WHO WALKS AWAY FROM THIS.

 

Your depth perception is so short sighted.

And my dependence is on the air you seem to be.

Vacantly, I reach for your vacancy.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO FORGETS

WHO YOU USED TO BE

Remembrances are all I have anymore

Since you stayed but walk away.

 

You tiptoe across platform, leave your luggage on the rack,

Maybe the clothes in the closet you’ll return,

Or the ring to me.

 

 

Rebellion is a cause best left to children and martyrs.

 

 

 

 

Our house smells like a cemetery called “A Third November.”

But which one of us is dead?

 

 

 

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“So it ends the way it begins”

and the end is the beginning again

my life back to gray

the slate wiped clean

Today

to walk away

and forget the pain

So you know you look so much different sideways (so much different)

with the sheets pulled up over your eyes

(your legs spread for me)

your legs spread wide

but i forgot my self

i forgot my place

(everything looks different)

everything looks just the same

and when you walked away (everything turned)

everything went back to the same

but i remember now the inundated waves

marked with an elevator ride (up to the top) up to the sky

such is the palindrome of a life lived sideways

we live in different world

every boy and every girl

so can we call the marks we make

anything (other than marks) other than a claim

on simple self belief that we exist at all.

 

 

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An Excerpt From a Dream

 

 

This is an actual excerpt from a dream I had. I wrote it as soon as I woke up. By the way it was the Cheshire Cat telling me this. Seriously.

 

An Excerpt From a Dream

“…cause isn’t it soft & cozy

like Zippered-up, warm sunshine

on a rainy day

in the backyard of your mind

when life says its fine

and speaks to you

in a rhyme that says

the cards your dealt

and the cards you deal

come back three fold

like a whippoorwill in traction

so go find your satisfaction

& your solace in the promise

of more rainy days

and think it will be okay

just as long as your strong

and you keep warm sunshine

with you

every step of the way.

So Zipper-Up. Just Zipper-Up.”

 

 

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A Passing Glance

A Passing Glance

 

By demand,

I little Understand,

My Place in a World,

where My face is but a Word.

A Phrase Lost in a Thousand Books.

I get less than a Look.

Just a Passing Glance.

No matter what my stance.

Here My Life Means Nothing.

Like a tiny wave against the sea.

A Thrash onto a shore.

A Crash and nothing more.

And Surrounded I feel Separate.

Even as I Change, a glance is all I get.

 

 

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The Best Minds

 

 

Oh, I have seen the Best Minds of My Generation

The Absinth King in the corner

Unable to stand

Who Can’t stand

Little hands reaching for little blue pills

Little Blue Pills

$20 a Pop

“It’s all Gravy.”

Shhh, Chill

“Don’t skid out on the Mesc.”

Float

Float, Down

Float in the Swimming pools of their eyes

So Glazed They look like little china Dolls

On Still Rings

And Steel rings from Every Direction

Raping their bodies

Oh yeah. Your Mind Controls All, my friends, Even that

Even That

Elevation, Elation

Elevation

Half Thinking they’re Better than Everyone else

Half Wanting Something of Themselves

Half in Smiles and Pastels

Half in Black and Painted nails

But Judge not my Compadres

Even the monotonous ads on the Television

Get Some Vision

The Old Navy gods have spoken, Friends

“Buy me.”

Yeah, like Fabric makes you a little More Whole in this sardonic World

Hey, But by the by We’re Smarter than the Last

When we’re not Trippin’, Flippin‘ out

On the couch

Oh Yeah, I Have seen My Generation

And Yeah I know Our Potential

We Ain’t Hidden in the Censored World of The Past

We think Fast

We Think fast, Or We get Burned…

 

…Oh, We Get burned.

 

To Sekou Sundiata and Allen Ginsberg, Without whom I could not have conceived this poem.

 

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The Best Minds

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My Pics

God, I look High.

God, I look High.

I’m not. Just REALLY tired. . . at work. The picture was an accident. I was checking the time on my phone and took it.

This is a photoshoped image for a shirt iron-on. It was for Emily as an “I love You, Surprise Gift”. And she did. So much so she wanted to frame it. (?)

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My Daughter, Adie. I love her so much.

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I gotta put some newer ones of Timmy & Adie up. These picture is like a year old. 

More Later. . .

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