#orginal work

[stevenluce]

Hey! If you write poetry and want to be on my online poetry magazine please send me a message, submit your work to me, or hashtag your work with, ‘#newwavepoetry’

I’ve been doing poetry on this site for thirteen years and am trying to do what the people did for me when I started.

Please don’t be a stranger and get your work out there! I’m trying to do what poetryriot once did. The tumblr poetry community thanks you! “#newwavepoetry”

[mimimurmurs]

i will build a life i don’t have to escape from.

[y0sei-g4rden]

PRINCESS LUNA REDESIGN

[capsensislagamoprh]

I finally finished my project. It’s one of the most ambitious rooms to order I have ever done. How ambitious? Get ready for some B roll (cause my camera skills still suck.)

A whole bedroom.

Right side?

Left!

What’s that? Details and close-ups? Oh, you better believe it!

I fixed her very knotted hair. I took care of some pain mess-ups. I added a touch of high-tail (which I love) to give her that lovely teen-collage look. The commissioner asked for the room to match the doll color (which is purple/pink) but not to make it all one color. He was involved with every step. Even the accessories.

Love this. Love it so much.

Such lovely details. Make up, toys. Everything a Jr. High student might be getting into, and already knows.

Yes. That light works. Sadly, the headset does not fit, but it’s a nice touch.

Look how it adds ambiance to the scene. Now, on to wardrobe! Remember that rainbow wall? Well guess what? SECRET CLOSET! (There are surprise mini toys in that gamer bag!) Currently, she’s in her work out gear. With custom peridot earrings made Just for this doll.

I was supposed to make a swimsuit, but honestly? That’s both very hard and a little basic. I understand the child this is for is a little more on the edge for clothes. So we have this. An old-fashioned swimsuit, with a modern edge. The straps cross in the back, then snap in front. There are lace-up sides to add excitement and fit.

This is a summer outfit. Shorts, T-shirt, socks, and some shoes I had to boil to fit the doll. But man! What an outfit. I didn’t make the shoes, but I made the rest, and I am kinda proud of myself.

A couple of detail shots.

A winter outfit? Any chance to make a warm sweater! Oh, and some jeans, socks, and another set of re-fitted shoes. I didn’t make the shoes.

Some details. Socks! Knit! So warm and fluffy.

Pajamas! I had such a hard time picking the fabric for this. Fortunately, the commissioner said: I like this! And wham! Decision made! So happy he picked this one. It’s so perfect!

These are the Real Littles shoes that the commissioner picked out. He picked out others, but when fitting them to the dolls, the souls came off, so... Guess I have some shoe parts to work with now!

Windows? One look? Oh No, no, no. No! Four seasons!

Computer has a changeable screen as well.

How many did I make? Well...

You can see the window slides here too.

More details? Okay! Each of these bags has doll sized toys, and snacks. Even the boxes. This way, the recipient can have the fun of the Holiday with their new doll.

Even more details! Yes, all the posters are moveable, in case they want to put them in other arrangements.

And yes, it does still fold up into that small bag space. With room to spare.

And yes, I can still pick it up and hold it with two fingers. So, it’s light enough for a child to carry. I did add a tie, just in case someone is rough with it.

So, we have a whole room with custom furniture and interchangeable parts, four outfits, a hair doo, gifts, and all the details. Happy holidays to you all.

[xxno-thoughts-just-chaosxx]

[averyangrypossum]

GUESS WHAT BITCHES

The character refs I made in like a few days

Im so tired

[krainnotgay]

Firegirl and Waterboy ❤️💙

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Cain the Barbequed, may he rest in peace (he’s not dead, just inside).

[alexxisokay]

rotted roots

I feel heavy, 

Really heavy. 

Im not sure what pushed 

Me over the edge this time. 

Maybe beccasue my 

Pots is getting bad 

Or thay my hair is

Falling out and 

My bones are showing

Again. 

Maybe it's my urges 

To relapse growing 

Stronger and stronger 

As each day passes me by. 

Maybe it’s because i’m 

Not sleeping right, 

Pushing myself to the 

Point to exhaustion, 

But this is where i thrive. 

There is so much comfort in the 

Thought of getting bad again. 

Its a familiar feeling, 

Like an old friend 

Making their way 

Back to you. 

It’s too easy, 

And that’s what makes it fun, 

I see how far i can go

Until i can’t go on any longer.

Of course i would pefer to be better, 

But if that’s not going to happen 

Then I want to 

take myself down my way. 

Going back to  

My rotted,

dried out roots.   

Rotted roots 

[stevenluce]

Poetry With A Dirty Pen

Old friends dancing around

On psychiatric drugs

Dressed up as Gram Parsons

Radio humming

Mocking standardized high school tests

Violent

Passive aggressive

Sweet

Unset ink

Accidentally smudging

Flicking rhinestones into oblivion

William Blake dissolving into modern concrete descriptions

Jack Kerouac kept in hell for not asking permission

Gregory Corso outliving both

Reading Shelley w/o reading Shelley

Slide guitars rambling in the distance

Stolen cars moaning in the background

Old trees croaking

Whispering, “I love you”

Candle lit

Shelves hung up with thumb tacks

Ceramic songbirds settled

Trying to keep up with the seasons

[mimimurmurs]

i don’t know how to remember

that love matters

without you.

nothing feels real

i’m wandering the full moon

of the night that took you.

i’m stuck beneath

a fading street light

or lost in the moth

that flutters next to me.

it got cold

and then warm again.

but in my head it’s still august.

in my head i’m still waiting

for you to breathe.

i’m running down the staircase again.

or maybe running up.

i’m staring in a funhouse mirror

and my eyes look

just like yours.

too full and

empty.

[the-slasher-files]

BARBED WIRE THAT BINDS US — Ghost Among us (I)

NIKTO X ANDREI KULOKOV [oc]

M x M — ENEMIES TO LOVERS

WARNINGS: Intense gore, violence, Andrei is a slasher, menitons of rape and sa, torture, war, death, angst, PTSD, 18+ language, eventual smut (?), slow burn

MASTERLIST — SERIES MASTERLIST

Shells smoked as they burned the dead grass around black boots. Another round in the chamber and fired at the set of wooden targets posed to look like breathing individuals.

They were just targets.

No blood and guts spilling to soak the soil this time. But he recalls it. Blue orbs of light now reach the dull reflection of the dead as he shoots another round. Pouring the bullets into splintered wood, emptying a magazine, the third one today. Always reaching the images of the dead around him, blood on his hands and teammates howling as he stands. A broken mind lost in a fight reaction. Not present, yet doing his job with a barbarous edge. Stepping over the corpses and cocked with the gun in his hands; A picture of his current state, except there were no bodies, no war, no danger. Just a field outside of the army base where he could be alone. Blue sky above and birds silent from the cracking of a gun.

He was the only soldier allowed to leave the high walls lined with barbed wire for target practice. Having credentials — medical and psychological — suddenly the gates opened with his therapist's words, "It will be good for him to get out and be alone. Let his mind process the world and feelings around him.". Treating him like a child who is unable to understand the words strewn in front of him. At least they acknowledged his mind and tried to ease him, unlike the Russian army that used him like a pawn— Something from a book, hidden away until they needed a blood-soaked berserker with a mind stowed only for the brutality of man.

"Nikto! Colonel wants to see you!"

The large masked man sends a gaze over his shoulder before fully turning to the origin of the voice. Evgeni. A short man with the heart of a lion.

"Heard?" He questions, knowing Nikto's disorder and simply receives a nod in response. "He wants you quickly, soldier!"

The other Russian turns curtly and disappears into the concrete maze that was the base.

Gloved hands set down the Kastov; Hot barreled and safety on, locking it up and making his way to the Colonel's office. Nikto walked with his head high, but shoulders tense. Paying no mind to the others that sneered and mocked him, wolves in packs ready to pick, nip, and spill the blood of a weak one. However, they were all talk. They knew what the masked man could do and would not dare to grip the scruff of his neck — That was unless they wanted to have a knife split their flesh, ear from ear.

The large body stopped before an oak door, a sigh passing his scarred lips as the guard dressed in black opened the door quickly. Shoulders turned to slip into the office with eyes keeping watch on the guard until he closed the door. A soldier's hackles raised from being in a small room, knowing he'll be safe, but the body remains lost in old habits.

"Nikto. Pleased to see you." The man spoke clearly and strong behind a large desk, watching cautious steps approach a dark leather chair. König — His colonel, leader of Kortac and a king on the battlefields — extended a large hand, "Sit."

Nikto grasped the armrest and did as he was told with keen midnight blue eyes, fingers tightening between raps. The hulking hooded figure reached downward to grab a folder from his desk, one that was thick and held together with a large clip.

"I'm not one to keep my men long so, you have a new mission soldier." The Austrian accent was thick but Nikto understood every word, raising his brow beneath black fabric. "It is a solo mission. One I give to you and you only due to the location and subject."

His teeth caught what was left of his bottom lip, grazing over the scars and his eyes pointed to the folder pushed before him. Konig could feel the unease only briefly until the emotion was placed with hardened steel.

"That— he, is your mission..."

"Andrei Kulokov," Nikto mouthed under the deep timber that was his Colonel. His head met every word that Konig spoke.

"A ghost of the North..."

"A wolf..."

The Russian shifted within his chair, sitting up stiff, intrigued, and tongue darting against his lips. This man was a legend they tried to erase from modern history.

People said he died drugged up and shot in the head, brains blown out against the stones of Russia's most highly secured prisons. Legend says the wolf murdered 20 men in the back of a convoy during the transfer to said prison.

But he was alive.

"Highly dangerous and armed. Andrei was spotted in Norway, Ukraine, Slovakia and Belarus. He goes wherever he is asked or wherever his desires take him." Konig took a breath, standing from his chair and taking a few steps to the window on his left as Nikto opened the file. Gloved fingers run across papers covered in black redacted ink and blurry photos.

"This... "Wolf" is rumoured to have some sort of home or shelter near the smaller, northernmost regions of Russia." He continued to explain, "...Wanted for war crimes, killing his own men, possible kidnapping of women and men,"

There was a sudden break in the sentence, blue eyes snapping to Konig's fist that was beginning to destroy the plastic cup within his deathlike grip.

"And now, he hunts soldiers like us." The hooded man turned back to the Russian, eyes meeting under shadowed masks.

"Dead or alive?" Nikto read aloud, questioning his superior.

"Affirmative. Study up on the target, and anything you need is at your disposal... Wheels up at 0630, soldier."

▪︎▪︎▪︎

The thick black boot was forced upon the man's trachea. Bubbles, muffled screams barely passed the waves of the water. A thrashing body tried to break the surface. Fingertips bloodied, clawing at the tiles and the man above who played god.

Piercing icy blue eyes seemed to fade into black. Any sign of a man was left behind for a predator as the crimson flooded into the clear. Like ink, it spread. A knife tearing apart a struggling carcass from the navel to the collar bones.

The face of a man with the teeth of hounds fell away into darkness. In a brutal, final act. The wolf pressed his full weight down with his other boot against the man's thighs, literally splitting the man in half. Splayed open like a deer carcass with ribs up and open, spine protruded beyond the flesh. Cracked open over the edge of the tub. Motionless. Dog tags sunk to the bottom of murky water. And the weight was removed from the body, letting it slump and spill out within the Latvian hotel.

Another one dead for some cash and a favor.

'It's done'

[avatarchai]

Cuerpo collage, 2022 | Digital collage/mixed media. Iteration on the concept of body and its conflicts

[skyevergreen]

Solitudinarian (A horror short story Im writing)

(Little pre-thing this is my first time really posting anything of this kind on Tumblr and So im gonna post this story in chunks and as I write more do little updates also very rough draft) “We interrupt your current broadcast to bring an emergency broadcast, this broadcast is being brought to you by the United States Public safety department and is a message to all residents of the United states. There have been a total of 500 thousand people coming into hospital with symptoms never seen before in any known virus. Symptoms observed have been red eyes, nose bleeds, ringing ears, irregular behavior, sleep walking, violent and sporadic movements, twitching, and overall brain failure. All cases of this virus have been fatal, and those who haven't died are now missing. Those infected have reported seeing shadows in the corner of their eyes, or feel like they are being watched. Along with infected individuals, sightings of tall and disfigured silhouettes have been spotted around neighborhoods. If you make contact with any of these creatures, make distance between you and the entity. If you or a family member are suffering from sickness, do your community a favor and keep yourself indoors and locked inside. For those uninfected lock all doors and windows, stock up on supplies, and do not leave your home. Have trust in your government, May god be with us all”.

The TV broadcast rips through the air once more. It's the same old message that has been repeated for the last 2 months. I tune in just for the chance of there being an update, a chance that maybe this whole thing will all be over. As the same words play again I hit the power button to the box Tv leaving me alone in the darkness of my living room. My stomach growls and I feel my body ache at me telling me it's time to eat, all these days that have strung together hunger is the one of the things that's at least stayed the same. I stand up feeling my body ache and looking around at the can littered floor I make my way to the kitchen. Flicking on a light switch, blinding myself for a few brief moments. As my eyes adjust I lay sight to the dirty counter space that matches the off white walls. A cockroach crawled from under the fridge and almost as fast as it crawled out it scurried right under another counter. Taking a deep breath I open the cupboard to be met with stacks of canned food. Sighing deep I grab one of the cans of food and pry it open, my eyes are met with the can of meat that I'm only half sure what's in it. But it's better than starving so I sink a spoon that I had found on the nearby table into the meat. It gushed liquids and made a disgusting noise as I dug into it. Getting a spoonful I take a bite and chew, it's the same stuff I've been eating for days now. The disgusting taste is now almost welcome. As I finish the can of food I lay it on the counter with the rest of the empties. My eyes are heavy, I've been awake for far too long, it's probably best I get some rest. I leave my kitchen and make my way down my hallway, that seems to extend for miles due to the beckoning darkness. I stumble down the hall passing the bathroom door, I arrive at my bedroom, it's lit by a dim lamp revealing the piles of clothes and several empty bottles of water. I fall onto my bed reaching to grab my medicine from my bedside table. I take 2 pills and lay my head on my pillow and let the mattress grab ahold of my body. As I close my eyes I feel myself drift off into the void of sleep, Maybe tomorrow will be different.