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Kryptonite May 2019
write write stop,
some call it loss
some call it a writer's block
i call it a run from
seeing things so real
they terrify you

this one is not meant to rhyme
not meant to fit stanzas in lines
rather open up a filled black hole
with sorrows regret guilt of escape

this one is meant to show
its okay to not know
its okay to fall down
even if it happens
again and again
and you don't quite
know where to go
its okay not to know

as long as you get up
you want to learn
you try to grow
you know you want
to be a good person

the fight still lives in you
even if the light's been turned off
you can't quite see it anymore
its there, trust me its there
i believe in you

with all your flaws
your beautiful curves that don't fit
that don't match what they tell you
that fabulous uniqueness, oh my
it leaves you extraordinary

i believe in you
keep going.
Kryptonite Mar 2019
love is a trap
don't fall for it
mind stops working
eyes stop seeing
body too much feeling
you don't see how
its actually killing you
suicide that isn't
actually sweet
it had to be said
Kryptonite Mar 2019
Stay in the dark
Thoughts dissolve into the ether
Seeping in the all consuming numb

Stay in the dark
Worries fade to be never mattered
Air filled lungs now breathe the night

Stay too long in the dark
Self dwindling ceasing to be a part
Of everything once believed real
  Mar 2019 Kryptonite
MicMag
What's it take
These days

To write a poem

That makes the world go mad
That brings the crowds to their feet
That spreads like wildfire
Through a dry winter forest

Is it those excessively long words?
The ostentatiously loquacious
Platitudinous ramblings
Of an insecure mind aspiring
To authentic intellect?

Is it perhaps...
     the "creativity"
               of      varied      spacing
  or...    could it be..... the lack
                              of capitalization
               the loathsome little letters
               screaming out
                         hey, look at us!
         ... or maybe it's
               the punctuation marks,
     littered, haphazardly
          through the text
                    (whether used correctly)
               or, theyre not?!
     despite worrds mispeled
          and a grammar might is broken
   can these gimmicks increase interest
        though miswritten or misspoken?

Is the trick alliteration
Whose bite brightly bids us
To center on the snappy sounds?
Although all along
     unvoiced underneath
Ideas idle in the isles
   (or perhaps the aisles)
Of the mind
To meld and craft and bind
Our thorough thoughts
And worthy words
Into lines
Which
Heard by herds
Raise the
                  Praise for which we
                  Privately, desperately
                  Pray

Maybe it's a magical mix
Of splendid in-your-head rhythm
Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks
Flowing smoothly without schism

Well-spaced stanzas
Well-used time
Well-crafted phrases
Well-thought-out rhymes

Well, maybe not...
     those gems are often ignored
     cast-aside, unread, even abhorred

Why?

Because the modern world
doesn't need your rules
your restrictions
your regulations
your misguided boundaries
your oppression
your antiquated ideas
   of "the right way"
   to write
   to speak
   to act
   to live
   to (fill in the blank)

No, what the modern world needs
is
Negation!
Contradiction!
Resistance!
Revolt!

And poetry whose words
Say the same thing
Repeat the same meaning
Echo the same lyrics
Rephrase the same thoughts
But in an ever-so-slightly
Different
Varied
Altered
Adjusted
Changed up way

Line
After line
Of synonyms
          over
               and
                    over
                         and
                              over
                                   again

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What's it take
These days

To not give in
To narcissism's spiral?

But more importantly:
What's it take

To make my poem go viral?
Only halfway cynically written, I swear!
Kryptonite Mar 2019
*

For so long feeling every little thing
Day by day thoughts fading until
Now experience all as numb
No, feeling nothing at all.

Kryptonite Mar 2019
There is a time between us, when the pebbles of the sea
and the darkness of the moon will seem one.
Where the lilies and the starlight falls,
and my hands and bones will sleep.

See in our sleep, the world can be one, and
the flowing waters will be like Chardonnay.
Our memories will sing so wild and free.

Under the moonlight, before your lips,
I give you my breath and the secret beneath
my soul, where my soul falls underneath.

Awestruck and charmed by the precious jewels,
in your eyes. You are my beloved,
Leaving my breath to you, my very life,
I lift you up like a rose stretching for the sea.
Kryptonite Mar 2019
When my sun was down
You were nowhere to be found
When nothing but smiles all around
You bask in the joy of all our fun

So when I do the things you don’t like
When I say what you think isn’t alright
How can you look at me in dismay
Point fingers whisper rumours away

When my skies were nothing but gray
Tears falling every single day
All you did was look away
Pretend everything was okay
You were never there anyway
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