kai kaiser

Childhood childhood
Where did you go?
Childhood childhood
You were unable to grow
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I don't get people who don't want to die alone when the only way to not die alone is to be murdered
I don't get it when adults say "You will understand when you are older"
I don't get it when scientists deprive themselves of sleep so they can study the dangerous effects of sleep deprivation
I don't get why men used to be seen as better when they wouldn't exist without women
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Kids are becoming notebooks

In the 2020's everything is racist or homophobic. People nowadays are scared to speak because they might offend someone and get screamed at. Kids nowadays are like a notebook, wide-ruled in fear with what "being themselves" means written on thin blue lines of expectations and clauses. A bold red headline is branded on their arm stating
"Famous Comedian Canceled Due To Saying Black Instead Of African-American"
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When you don't "Get better"

It started as a simple injury
Just wear a brace and stay out of gym class for 2 weeks
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I am 16 years old
I enjoy theater, color guard, and poetry
I have an amazing friend group
I hate Spanish class, but I love English class
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The world is a great place
if you know where to look
Stray away from smoke filled allys
that fill your lungs with hate
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I think the world is a good place
but I don't know where to look
I've wondered into smoke filled allys
I've let my lungs fill with hate
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Somedays the greif weighs a bit heavier

Days when you remember that at graduation their name will only be spoken following the words
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As a child I belived that my teenage years would be filled with rebellion and mischeif. I imagined my weekends being spent exploring abandoned buildings or sneaking around with friends. I fantisized about being 16 and challenging the rules. I daydreamed about graffitti and protesting oppression.
I never thought my teen years would turn out like this. The dreams of rebellion would remain just dreams. As my health declines, abandoned buildings remain unexplored. My teen years would become abandoned.
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Is it ok to admit I'm scared?
I feel too proud, too strong, too stupid
to speak the truth
But if I'm being honest,
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If I could run, I would run till my legs beg me to stop.
If I could run, I would run from one ocean to the other.
If I could run, I would run till my shoes have holes and my socks are exposed.
If I could run, I would run day and night
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