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POETRY BY JEFF OLIVER

JEFF

Jeff Oliver was born in Baltimore, Maryland in 1982. There are hidden messages concealed within the words he writes that will shake your soul once you understand them. Jeff reveals himself in these ways: Through a shattered childhood, he screams. Through his love for his family he adds that touch of light that it takes to survive unimaginable darkness. Madness illustrates what insanity demonstrates. His chaos illuminates what the flames of Hell will create.

Jeff is the author of Strange Sounds, Scattered Thoughts: Volume I & II and Drops of Insanity. Silent Screams, and Scattered Thoughts: Volume III. He has signed a contract with Hellbound Books for his new project Venomous Words.

He is working on a new poetry project titled New World Monsters with author Dr. Chris McAuley and artist Dan Verkys. It will contain an introduction by the master of macabre, Paul Kane.

Follow Jeff on his Facebook Author Page HERE

DAMN

Damn.
Insanity really does not have an end.
I’m letting things go as I’m finding them again.
Broken pieces are aligning with pieces that fit.
Each day puts on a different kind of show.
I never know where my mind will go.
I never know what my eyes will see.
I never know which shadow will start ripping at me.
I never know anything as I’m fighting off imaginary things.
Madness cannot be chosen.
It chooses you.
Madness targets the broken.
The ones the ringer already rang through.
You can’t evolve into insanity.
Insanity evolves into you.
Crashing within your mind as you scream for the truth.
Twisters of thoughts destroying everything around.
Tsunamis of shattered memories hunting you down.
Drowning in the chaos that it always leaves behind.
Cutting your feet on the broken glass.
Of that mirror you shattered within your mind.
Some call it a looking glass.
Some call it a liar.
I’ve shattered many mirrors.
Then threw them into the fire.
Broken pieces of glass that hold many enemies.
As you look down at your feet.
The reflections continue laughing.
A shell of a once glowing masterpiece.
Now in ruins as you run into the trees.
You don’t want to turn back.
You have to run full speed!
The mirror cannot hurt you anymore once you’re finally free.
On the forest floor there are no reflections.
Only on the surfaces of the rivers and lakes.
In the trees you have some protection.
As you hide under the falling leaves.
Here you can breathe.
Here you can believe.
Here you can be free from that mirror that bleeds.

I never know where my mind will go.
Each day puts on a different kind of show.
Broken pieces are aligning with pieces that fit.
I’m letting things go as I’m finding them again.
Insanity really does not have an end.
Damn.

LOST WITHIN ECHOES

Burdens & failures stay locked within my mind.
I’m pushing and pushing as I cannot find.
Which door is right to open?
I’m lost & so broken.
I’m trying so hard to cover
Every horrible scar.
I’m near and so far away from reaching my dreams.
I run and I scream.
Things are never as they seem.

I’m lost within echoes.
It’s so hard to reach the stars.
I knew from the get go
That this was going to be hard.
I’m writing and writing!
In many circles I go.
I’m fighting and fighting!
I’m lost within echoes.
The things that I’m seeing are driving me mad.
The voices keep talking…
Taking everything that I have.
I can’t let go.
I stay lost within echoes.

My pen goes to the paper every day.
I never run out of things to say.
The voices will never go away.
I’m lost in my echoes as my sanity pays.
I can’t stop this.
I never will.
I run in circles often.
I call it my psychotic thrill.
There are many different pens.
There are many Fountains.
There are many Ballpoints and Quills.
The voices always say…
Choose at your will.
Is this madness?
Is this a joke?
There are so many voids to fill.

Sometimes I want to throw my pen.
Sometimes I want to choke these voices right out of me.
Dreams can seem so make believe.

I’m lost within echoes.
It’s so hard to reach the stars.
I knew from the get go
That this was going to be hard.
I’m writing and writing!
In many circles I go.
I’m fighting and fighting!
I’m lost within echoes.
The things that I’m seeing are driving me mad.
The voices keep talking…
Taking everything that I have.
I can’t let go.
I stay lost within echoes.

Sometimes I want to throw this pen.
Sometimes I want to choke these voices right out of me.
Dreams can seem so make believe.
I won’t stop and I can’t.
I hope that you’ve enjoyed my poetic rant.

Some say madness is inherited.
Some say it is chosen.
Some say insanity is cherished.
Cherished by the broken.
Some say normal is what needs to be enforced.
Some say things without a trace of remorse.
Madness and Insanity are never chosen.
It just is.
It sticks to the souls of the unknowing.
Ink on paper is an outlet.
It’s a way out!
From all of those fucking voices that we try to choke out!

Sometimes I want to throw this pen.
Sometimes I want to choke these voices right out of me.
Dreams can seem so make believe.
I won’t stop and I can’t.
I hope that you’ve enjoyed my poetic rant.

THE HYBRID OUTCAST

I don’t feel well today.
I’m not sure what to do.
I’m not sure what to say.
The last thing that I remember…
Is that I was fighting with something.
I couldn’t see what it was…
Until I saw it coming.
It had hollow eyes.
It stared a hole right through me.
It looked like an animal…
It was something I have never recognized.
Next thing I knew it bit into the back of my neck.
After it did…
It suddenly left.
Why didn’t it kill me?
Why wasn’t I torn to shreds?
Why am I seeing new visions in my head?
Why am I saying things that I would never have normally said?
I can’t figure out why the only color that I can I see now is red.
I never saw that thing again.
I soon learned the consequences after I was bit.
Ice cold sweats drown me…
I now never sleep at night.
There is a new hunger for something…
Blood is all that I dream of.
An irresistible urge for a bite.
But what?!
What is it that will stop this pain?
Every time I try to eat something normal…
It makes me so sick and enraged!
Why is this happening?
Why do I want to kill?
I was never violent.
This is not my will.
My hunger just grows stronger.
It is impossible to wait any longer.
I don’t know what I am.
What I crave will determine the monster.
I crave power.
I crave blood.
I crave dominance.
I crave the other side of the Sun.
What am I?
Alas!
I am a new monster.
What I was is now shattered with my past.
What am I?
What?
What was that creature that changed me?
I’m not sure how to know…
I’m now ripping into the intestines of my current feast.
Blood is all over me!
Slurping down the intestinal track like freshly cooked linguine.
All I know is…
If I do not eat raw flesh and drink human blood.
My stomach will hurt so badly.
I won’t be able to stop throwing up!
The urge overcomes my common sense.
All that matters now is the taste of flesh.
I can’t sleep at night!
I can’t remember my last beautiful morning.
Or even the sight.
Eat and Kill.
Eat and Kill.
That’s all I can do anymore.
What is this curse?
What was it placed on me for?
My face is the way it used to look.
From the neck up looks the same.
Below the neck I have drastically changed!
Into something scaly without a human trace!
There is only one sign of who I used to be…
I now see my lizard-like skin.
When I look into a mirror I still remember my name.
I still don’t know what I am.
A reptilian body with a human head.
My tongue is forked like a serpent tasting the air.
I’m always looking to feed.
Hunting my meat with a dead stare.
Human is not something I’ll ever be again.
I have to accept this if I want to live.
Over and over I kill to feed my urges.
I wish I could find that monster…
It damned me with these curses.
I don’t want to be a killer anymore.
Choices do not exist…
This is now what I must live for.
I feel a satisfaction now with each taste of blood.
I love it when the red rivers start to flood.
I will never know exactly what I have become.
I can never even dream about my human past.
All of that is gone now…
Let me introduce myself.
You can call me The Hybrid Outcast.