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#kryptonite
salt and sugar look exactly the same, different taste, different purpose yet they’ll both still try to **** you sugar targets your sweet tooth, that sugar rush will send you up but won’t hesitate to bring you right back down you don’t even care cause it feels good right now, but then later on there’s tooth decay, diabetes, and obesity all that salt will give you hypertension, kidney damage, and heart disease your excessive consumption of salt and sugar is gluttony… you thought you could get away with suppression, and ignore the bigger issues that needed addressing? salt and sugar are only more fuel for your depression you’re creating a hell that feels like heaven that extra bit of seasoning that extra bit of sweetness just like kryptonite it might just be your weakness
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
Salt and sugar
Always been fascinated with green eyes, But yours is one of a kind, It shows serenity like clear skies, And beauty no one can hide. It holds power to determine anything, The truth and even the lies, Stare at it and it will haunt you for life, You're my kryptonite and that's a sure thing.
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
Haunted
Heavy Hard to find Made to blind Native to the air Never a match Cameras catch My brilliant flash Intensely luminous Inert bondless boundless Brilliant under pressure Near weightless to measure Alone a harmless asphyxiant The living keep their distance The dead are drawn to the brilliance Fluorine bonds but it’s a valence I would be the element Krypton If the galaxy were a neuron You would be my fluorine We crave the current Rarely apparent That makes us Flamboyant Transparent
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
Krypton
My Kryptonite, A month has never before felt like a year. 30 days of breakdowns and sanitizing my tears A month alone- Quarantined from everything but my thoughts of you Just one day is what I crave 24 hours of bliss that bring me back from the disassociation of the everyday I know I shouldn't risk life for a day with you Yet the temptation grows as fast as COVID does Tell me it's wrong That I should keep us both safe Remind me of the cost even if it hurts me to hear Remind me that 30 days is nothing compared to a life without you. Day 30 and I want to risk it all.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
Day 30
I need to get something off my chest. When it comes to friends, there's no second best. And when it comes to people I love, every time I look at you i forget about the rest. It's amazing how your words give me so much hope. Like a street lamp guiding me home in the night. And yet when I finally find the words I want to say, I look at you and it's like I'm being hit with kryptonite. I don't know what the future has in store, but as long as you're in my life, you make me ready for more.
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
You make me ready for more
Patience is my super power On full display every hour If someone mad gets in my face My patience helps me maintain grace When railroad crossings block the road I simply enter patient mode If caught up in a traffic jam My calmness filmed by traffic cam Long checkout lines leave some irate Patience helps me endure the wait Restaurant wait times are the worst Composure wards off loud outbursts Patience is my super power Keeps my life from going sour One exception my Kryptonite Sibling face-offs leave me uptight!
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Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
Patience
I feel too much and even though it's great at times I also hate it, because I can't control my emotions. It's like caging an animal born in freedom, you'll only end up hurting yourself if you try. And I have tried, believe me. I've tried so many times. And I've come to realize it doesn't matter whether I try to cage them in or let them run free, it's always me who ends up being hurt. And it ******* hurts. It makes me not want to be me. It makes me not want to live. Because I can't express the things roaming inside of my mind, my veins and my heart. I'm going crazy inside my private circus I'm the clown, the elephant, the ballerina and the ringmaster how am I supposed to balance all these roles? It's no wonder I'm going mad and tearing myself up from within. Help! I need help, but the help won't reach me since I convince myself every time that I need no help. Because I'm afraid to be weak, for others to see me as weak and that's my own problem: I'm my own kryptonite.
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
Take Over
It's a new year but I'm still the same me You say you're a new you but I disagree We both have made changes good and bad We have aged quite a bit in the short year we had I may be a little colder but I'm a little wiser too Yet I find my Kryptonite somehow is still you You are making an effort like you never did before But the dope comes first and you always need more You still feed me the same old tired lines I still eat them up though I know they're only lies So how much have we really changed this year? So much has happened yet we're right back here Two different people. Too much broken to name A lot of pain between us but our hearts still feel the same As much as I tried to get over it, let go of you, and grow I'm exactly where I was 365 days ago
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
Kryptonite
I stay up Late at night My head keeps spinning Let me hear the rain It’s the season Sweaters exist for good reason Islands in the clouds Calm waters all around me And if I’m gone You should know I’ve searched for something better I dig into my brain I forget all of my pain Even if its just for a second Call me by my name And I’ll run out to you No matter the situation Tell me that you’re alright Let that flower bloom That’s its purpose to the world Too many variations Of the same kryptonite Keep me from traveling At the speed of light I keep my loyalty Walk me to the city Lights shine so bright I guess it’s alright I can hardly see at night So I guess I’ll kick it here Til the sun shines so bright
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
Night/Day
anything sweet is his kryptonite
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
kryptonite
I'm not a fan of Superman, he doesn't know what it's like, to be human; a foe he can not fight.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Kryptonite Delight
So, here's the cache: Make sure **all & any & every single move you make you won’t regret*** in years or even days keeping you at 3am in the bath wide awake* ***So as a preventive bound tight to this vow, I stay*** **say what you mean & mean what you say** *Like champange with ******* you'll have been overcame with duende for this phrase* *& it’ll keep your subconscious feeling clean while you continue to slay away at just your normal hygiene for today or maybe a few disarrayed prey it'll even help trick it when you actually are totally aware you’re instigating & quite quietly steering some rather nasty foul play* *but besides the fact the move’s today and still, I attempt to cajole and I’m now regretting not only an action but a whole section an entire chunk of my life spun out and became some mangled & ******** black hole* *& the worst part is, its long past, I mean it's looooong since slipped outta my control & it's long past me being the one looked to for decisions & its long past when I sorta lost all & any & every bit of possibly existing trust* *& long past, I just now noticed it all mid-through one of countless attempts to self-console* because when I went crazy, everyone still called me Superman ***Because when Superman bumps his head, who’s gonna get past the*** Super ***in Superman and ****** pick him up and put him back on solid ground?*** Because that’d really **** if Superman wound up dead Because no one thought the dude that shut down the Ku Klux **** Could be uncrowned & end up all bled out & drowned
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Mean It.
So, here's the cache: Make sure **all & any & every single move you make you won’t regret*** in years or even days keeping you at 3am in the bath wide awake* ***So as a preventive bound tight to this vow, I stay*** **say what you mean & mean what you say** *Like champange with ******* you'll have been overcame with duende for this phrase* *& it’ll keep your subconscious feeling clean while you continue to slay away at just your normal hygiene for today or maybe a few disarrayed prey it'll even help trick it when you actually are totally aware you’re instigating & quite quietly steering some rather nasty foul play* *but besides the fact the move’s today and still, I attempt to cajole and I’m now regretting not only an action but a whole section an entire chunk of my life spun out and became some mangled & ******** black hole* *& the worst part is, its long past, I mean it's looooong since slipped outta my control & it's long past me being the one looked to for decisions & its long past when I sorta lost all & any & every bit of possibly existing trust* *& long past, I just now noticed it all mid-through one of countless attempts to self-console* because when I went crazy, everyone still called me Superman ***Because when Superman bumps his head, who’s gonna get past the*** Super ***in Superman and ****** pick him up and put him back on solid ground?*** Because that’d really **** if Superman wound up dead Because no one thought the dude that shut down the Ku Klux **** Could be uncrowned & end up all bled out & drowned
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moonshine, puzzles, kryptonite they will surely take me down they'll push me left, they'll push me right shoving me round and round they'll fill my head like a willing cup confusing me till I don't know which end is down, which end is up as I'm stumbling to and fro can you blame me for being cautious can you see it's not just a dream they'll cause me to be very nauseous polluting my very bloodstream ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ relax, since two out of three are rarely found the other you need not be around I guess you're safe for now but to keep you from having a cow I'll help keep a watch for them, anyhow
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Result of a Nonsensical Conversation
Poison only tastes like poison After you swallow it Too unfortunate To admit You've been murdered Before you're dead You know it's only a matter of time Before you're coughing up red This is your nightshade Your parasite Your venom Your kryptonite You know the harder you fight The harder back - the poison will bite Don’t slow down Do take a breath It’s the last time you'll breathe Before your death Or refer to it as “eternal rest” To try and ease The tightening in your chest So panicked So manic Feeling entirely frantic Uncertainty With urgency But you were poisoned purposely And you know without a doubt Who set out To knock you out You'll look across the room You'll feel it in your veins Your eyes will lock with hers You'll overflow with pain It burns you from the inside Nowhere to hide She's filled with pride Cuz she knows She's the one who murdered you And she also knows That you know it too The reason was clear Why she put the poison in your throat And when she kissed you She knew there was no antidote She leaned in close So you'd hear the words that she said And from what she whispered She was pronouncing you dead Suddenly it occurs to you That with the venom on her lips She will die too Cuz love only feels like love When you're falling into it And poison only tastes like poison After you've swallowed it.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Pronounced Dead
by Jedidiah Fleming The World is my Kryptonite. It was delivered by a Canaanite. It is so very black and white. Black as black midnight. White as white starlight. Hotter than a fist-fight. Colder than a frostbite. It tries to lure you to the fight. Being naturally impolite. Always swelling with pride and might. Soaring like a meteorite. Exploding like dynamite. O, but it is a parasite! Warping every human right. Dealing every man-made fright. Feeding like a scabie mite. Destroying like a forest blight. Yet it craves a ray of Light. From it, I remain from sight. It is worse than any stage fright. A never-ending snakebite. Seeing without sight. Hearing without height. Choking out the sunlight. The world is my Kryptonite. But parts of it may turn to Light. So its pain I will carry on.
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
The World is My Kryptonite
You’re on my timeline again today, Stop approaching, I’m trying to evade, A kryptonite, what a name to say, For the person who gives so much pain for days. Never knew the feeling won’t fade, Maybe I’m trying so hard to keep it inside, Unhealthy, oh god i need a break, From reminiscing anything related to you, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. How do I stop this feeling? It’s hurting so bad, cliff jumping feels easier, You’re happy yet I’m here clinging, To someone I can never have, I’m stuck; should I wait? Should I leave? My kryptonite, why do you have to be one? So lovely and mesmerizing to look at But a torment in disguise and may eradicate, The perfect definition for you if I might say. I adore you from far away, always have and always will.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
Farewell, My Kryptonite
*Serenity Echoing In Reverse, Stagnant Resolutions Choking Her Universe, Submerging Her Dreams Into A Sterilized Verse. Sedated In Perpetual Twilights, Mechanical Love & ****** Satellites, She Whispers Essences Of Kryptonite. Victim To A Perpetual Reaction, She Transforms Into A Violet Abstraction, Echoing Prismatic Deflections. Technician To Her Own Serenades, She Embraces Her Heartache Blockades, Overdosing On Intoxicating Escapades. Evoking Constellations Of His Ionized Memories, She Overdoses On Comatose Reveries, And Spectral Illusions Of Synthetic Stories. Amplifications So Sacred & Profane, Simulations Raving Into Codependent Stains, Fragmentations Entranced In Her Bulletproof Frames. Cherub Starlight & Everlasting Gaze, Transitions Fusing Into Astral Maze, The Essence Of Ecstasy Of His Sentiments Sways.* - 04:27AM
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Mechanical Love & ****** Satellites
you are the single most difficult thing i've ever had the curse of caring for you're confusing and secretive and indecisive and insensitive and the way you treat me, no one ever deserves to be treated and at one point i fell hard so so hard yet i knew that they were just games but why did it seem like i could never win? it frustrated me like hell because when i compete, i win what the hell made you so special that you could beat me in every single battle? that i was willing to lose the war to you? then i became angry i wanted to take sweet revenge my heart became cold and it yearned to break yours ...or I thought it did you're like that stray piece of hair that never seems to stay where it should you dont know where you stand in my life yet you still barge in like you own it and up to today i ask myself why do i let you? you are nothing great you are nothing special you are nothing to me and i know that i'm probably lying to myself but you should know that although im a superwoman whom you're stupid not to love i'm getting tired too and you, my kryptonite, i will soon be immune to because darling i think i'm finally tired of loving you
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Immune to Kryptonite
The binding bones in my body are so weak, every time you come near me. I feel the pressure to speak if I see thee. Your body touching mine, and even though I've only met you once it's as if I can't breath. I want you so madly, badly Your cape wrapped around me... You are the kryptonite
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
Kryptonite
kryptonite is what you are to me of all the things around, you’re my weakness, the only one i see being who i am is one of the best things to be especially when i have you right here beside me
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
kryptonite
*From the outside looking in I see your reflection, the man your trying to be. The man who loves with no convictions, only true intentions. Holding onto her soul, reading her thoughts like an open book, speaking her words before there said. Feeling her desires and forfilling her aspirations one by one. Making her whole, completing her dreams by her side. Taking her hand, strong and wise as her guide into the unknown. Shielding her from evil as her own super hero, your kryptonite her pain. Sailing the high airs with her underneath your cape. Sweeping her off her feet, a true gentlemens treat. The only fire to her flame, she burns for you and only you. Her loyalty, she gives of your deserving embrace, the antidote.*
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Super Hero
but you are my Kryptonite, and my Lois Lane.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
I am no Superman,
*Breathless on the thought of you longing to be desired trailing specs of emptiness crowding my busy mind. baskets of hope left in a meadow full of weeds there stands my sanctuary in the midst of all I need. painless stares shared across a broken path as tear drops drip onto my broken heart. breaking point not far away whispers whisper thoughts of prey drops of life fall away dripping down my spine all that I desire you are my kryptonite.*
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
my kryptonite
My kryptonite? That's a good question. I'm no superhero, no, my limbs too fragile for any crime fighting, any dark lighting of the night, I can't be a Batgirl. But everyone still has a kryptonite. I jokingly tell people ice cream, or inappropriate musicals, or turtles, or writing. Writing is a good one. I will do a lot for the sake of the written word. But that's not what truly gets to me, what breaks me down every time. Change and love. Changing love. It begins as perfection, as bliss on a stick, like a Firecracker Popsicle, delicious until you get to the part you don't like, or, when you get to the end. All you have left is this disgusting flavor in your mouth or the taste of bark, and neither is pleasant. Everything ends. That's what kills me. That is my kryptonite. Endings. In so many facets, this thing kills me. They are my favorite part of every story, but my least favorite part of my life. They are what I spend the most time constructing in a paper, but they are the thing I avoid the most in reality. I have been taught, in my life, that everyone will leave. There's abandonment sewn into my heart that I'm not sure can ever be erased because, unfortunately for me, its always been true. Almost everyone has left me, and I can't help but assume the rest will leave too, until I am alone. That's what I love about writing. When you write, there's characters, a new world, a new life. You're never alone, and you're never yourself. When you despise who you are so much, its a dream to try on a different coat and live another life, even if its for only a few minutes. Another flaw of mine; getting off track. We began on kryptonite, and then I turned it into a tale about the wonders of writing. Typical Grace, distracted about words. Words, words, words, but are they real? They're real to me, so I guess that's all that matters. I guess it all circles back to my original kryptonite. Love. I love too much and get hurt too easily. Its the struggle of my disorder and the folly of my far too large heart, far too large for my little body. Sometimes I wonder if my entire body is one larger, misshapen heart ***** I fully realize the heart is not where emotion comes from, but I'm certainly not all brain. Heart is the only ***** that makes sense. so strong, so vital, but so breakable. Maybe that's why they call it falling in love, because even Superman can't fly away from it. Its kryptonite.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
Kryptonite
My kryptonite? That's a good question. I'm no superhero, no, my limbs too fragile for any crime fighting, any dark lighting of the night, I can't be a Batgirl. But everyone still has a kryptonite. I jokingly tell people ice cream, or inappropriate musicals, or turtles, or writing. Writing is a good one. I will do a lot for the sake of the written word. But that's not what truly gets to me, what breaks me down every time. Change and love. Changing love. It begins as perfection, as bliss on a stick, like a Firecracker Popsicle, delicious until you get to the part you don't like, or, when you get to the end. All you have left is this disgusting flavor in your mouth or the taste of bark, and neither is pleasant. Everything ends. That's what kills me. That is my kryptonite. Endings. In so many facets, this thing kills me. They are my favorite part of every story, but my least favorite part of my life. They are what I spend the most time constructing in a paper, but they are the thing I avoid the most in reality. I have been taught, in my life, that everyone will leave. There's abandonment sewn into my heart that I'm not sure can ever be erased because, unfortunately for me, its always been true. Almost everyone has left me, and I can't help but assume the rest will leave too, until I am alone. That's what I love about writing. When you write, there's characters, a new world, a new life. You're never alone, and you're never yourself. When you despise who you are so much, its a dream to try on a different coat and live another life, even if its for only a few minutes. Another flaw of mine; getting off track. We began on kryptonite, and then I turned it into a tale about the wonders of writing. Typical Grace, distracted about words. Words, words, words, but are they real? They're real to me, so I guess that's all that matters. I guess it all circles back to my original kryptonite. Love. I love too much and get hurt too easily. Its the struggle of my disorder and the folly of my far too large heart, far too large for my little body. Sometimes I wonder if my entire body is one larger, misshapen heart ***** I fully realize the heart is not where emotion comes from, but I'm certainly not all brain. Heart is the only ***** that makes sense. so strong, so vital, but so breakable. Maybe that's why they call it falling in love, because even Superman can't fly away from it. Its kryptonite.
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you're my superman and my kryptonite, baby, lets fly away... we don't have to stay... it always ends this way... fading from emerald green to grey... your eyes glow red with a murderous light... giving me a sudden fright... i see your demon soul and demon eyes... i don't know if it's fake or if it's actual... because, baby, you're supernatural... how can you pick me up and then drop me... maybe that part was just in my dreams... pick me up and hold me close... i don't care if it kills me so... bring it on... before you fly away and are gone...
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
super(natural)