Injections Poems

I'm dead

I close my eyes and I breathe no more
No more standing at deaths0 door

No more struggling just to survive 
No more machines to keep me alive 

No more visits from people I don't know 
No more pity will they have to show

No more living in constant pain
No more injections ever again 

No more crying when No body's round 
No more hiding my unhappy sound

No more madness inside my head
Everything is OK now I'm dead.

Just Decriminalize

      His ears couldn't hear
      His thoughts all a-shmear
      His eyes didn't see
      Took Ecstasy

      Self-control didn’t work
      His whole body jerked
      He slowly lost hope
      Addicted to dope

      Let’s make it all legal
      Injections by needle
      Just DECRIMINALIZE
      A solution so wise

Liquids

Liquids

Liquids for injections oscillate to 
attract big snakes who 
squeeze the life out of 
their prey.

The Lantern at USF Neurology traumatic brain injury and me

Divided under the cities 
streams mapping decisive 
endings while toiling about 
the beginning boldness 
reaching for braising 
characters galloping 
amidst a certain angst 
we’ve devoured nothingness 
and opened the sky 
with truth thrashing 
tempers meaningful tools 
craving an emptiness 
above the continuous 
Bayshore a quiet offering 
pelicans landings sinking 
yet surrounding the 
jaded light house that 
withered to soon exposing 
only the dim lantern leaning 
to one side still brightening 
the rippling waves 

Written by Yolanda Nicholsen 
April 7th 2014 

getting injections 
for traumatic brain injury

Professor Arne Burkhardt

Stalwart Artz Burkhardt, a tackler of problems, it was right At the heart.. Of how as a professional he did his work; luminary.'
In the face of an epidemic; He did not shirk.' He organised
Fifteen cadavers to autopsy and re-search, the result of injections he set to work.' He knew the innocent bodies could not lie.' Yet
As he began, the 'drainstream media' however gave a strong
Try.' His findings of vascular damage in at least fourteen.'
Was disparaged and derided..There was no appetite it seems.' To search for veracity, the science; real truth so it
Was not published.' The guy was cancelled forsooth.) Then
(There was the accident?) That robbed him of life.' Though
At 79 he was quite strong, thats not denied now the results
Of his findings he put down they are stored ' R F K if  you Access them.' You can face down the hordes.' Coupled with
Data from registerd elmbalmers, it should frame.? A better
Case against the invective of those, who would you defame!

REMEDY

Very ill
Need my medicine 
Remedy for my illness 
She my remedy 
Always in my memory 
She gives me harmony.

Why calling a doctor 
She's my doctor 
Love her injections 
Overdose she give
Putting me to rest
Without test 
She's the best, better than all my ex's.


Alone
Seems we together 
Pictures of her 
Flooding my mind
She's always in my imagination 
Blurring my vision 
To grasp and focus
I'm always craving for her
She captivated my soul 
I'm always lazy and crazy when she's not by my side.

Thank god for Neuroboxing support

Suffering with a traumatic 
brain injury nerve damage 
traumatic headaches neuropathy 
spalastity degenerative brain injury 
it's a blessing to have medical care 
out reach support groups balancing 
pain my entire body filled with 
crippling nerve pain sensitive to 
light touch finding support groups 
I find swimming helps in between 
nerve blocks injections and botox 
injections to give me some relief 
keeping me comfortable during 
severe traumatic pain it's a blessing 
to have the neuroboxing team 
on board amazing help for retired 
boxers anyone Suffering with 
head trauma like Mohammed 
Ali Alex Ramos many other boxers 
athletes my uncle Bob Satterfield 
would be so pleased if he was alive this 
legacy inspired me to continue 
to fight through unsettling crippling 
pain for my traumatic brain injury 
traumatic headaches awareness 
saves lives i know I would literally die 
without my medication and treatment 

God bless the USA

The Eclipse of Sanity

Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed

With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream 
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse

Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more

My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea 
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song

Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep

Vinyl Times

Soulful melodious injections... 
Rendering sweet salient pulsations

Scintillating sensations in the spine...
Organic rhythms of the time

Just what the doctor ordered after a 
long day of hustling and bustling

I find my favorite crease in the couch

With a turntable, record, and a needle in hand... 
I slowly self-administer dose after dose of natural healin'

Now, I stand and move 'cause the medicine
is working
I'm smiling and grooving 'cause the pain is
no longer lurking

The great 40s, 50s, and 60s sweetly spinning from
the turntable to my spine
Oh,  let's not forget about the 70s, 80s and 90s... organic
Sounds are still spinning in my time

My, my so vital is this vinyl

Deeply in my spine and still on my mind

The Arsonist

You set the bridge on fire, burning away all of our connections
You are the most calculating arsonist looking back in reflections
You might as well have staked my heart like vampire rejections
You dragged me in like smack spoon fed with sweet cooked injections
I, no more than a self-proclaimed codependence need for interjections
I was lucky enough to get away from your endless contradictions

I Am Unapologetically Me

I am a steampunk mind whirling against the face of new
Colorful in all directions, I like what is happening inside
I live my truth, my dendrites dancing in happy rhythm
Others complain they are stagnant, I live not to be

My pouty lips are natural, no liposuction or faux injections
There is blue green in my eyes with flecks of gold interest
I am an erudite, talented, eager, enthusiastic, and joyfull me
Stand back if you do not understand, for I am ready for lift off

Hemophilia

The Royal disease

I'm no royalty, but I got the gene
The gene that I'll pass down to a carrier
Who'll be like the crown bearer
A crown of thorns to be cast onto the next 

And like a chain it binds the victim
It confines them to a life of precaution 
Cause our joints can't take much 
From time to time they bleed, it hurts like a thorn 

But unlike the hierarchy this is random
The bearer can be anyone
And cause it doesn't follow a pattern
It's hard to monitor and a pain when it attacks 

It's carried in the x chromosome 
And because we boys question it with our y
It's us who fall victim to it
Having to suffer It's wrath 

To ease the swellings we got injections 
We call it factor and its a big factor,
To consider self infusion
Cause our life's depend on it 

But in place of factor when there's none
We have to take rest after an attack
Ice it down to cool or compress it to cool
Cause if it doesn't we forced to elevate it 

The PO£T

Holly Always Wanted a Bike

Holly had always wanted to ride a bike.
But her body was ravaged with cancer from a young age.
She had never been strong enough to ride one.
Her life was filled with radiation treatments and injections.
When she passed her grandmother said “She is riding a bike now”.
And she was.

Doctor Death

He was known as “Doctor Death,” a serial killer,
“One of the most prolific in recorded history
While practicing medicine in Manchester, England,
He was most disagreeable and rather blustery
Poisoning elderly women with lethal injections
Over 200 victims qualified him a monster chiller.

Seems Harold “Fred” Shipman, wanted control
Over the life and death of his patients, indeed!
Showing no mercy [from early in his career]
The presiding judge said, “he must never be freed!”
Evidence against him was conclusive, of course,
The doctor, it appears, had neither heart nor soul.

In Wakefield Prison, “Fred” committed suicide
By hanging himself with his knotted bed sheet
And rather rapidly passed into horror’s history
His wife and family stood up for him, so sweet—
It seems that his murdering spree started early
In his career…sad that so many innocents died.

SIXTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 3, 2022
Submitted to "Dr. Harold Shipman" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick

Experiment

Beguiling as a cunning fox
Deleterious intent without stop

Empty promises of free healthcare
Great pain and suffering like a sick animal in its lair

Some saw it while many did not
Yes! This egregious, despicable plot

40 years of mal injections
Masterplan for biological domination

Evil eyes and crooked smiles
My, my! Those dreaded Tuskegee files

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