#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
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
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.
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
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
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
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.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
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.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
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!
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
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.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
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
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
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
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
I'm not a fan of Superman,
he doesn't know what it's like,
to be human;
a foe he can not fight.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
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
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
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
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
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.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
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.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
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.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
*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
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
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
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
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
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
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
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
*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.*
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
but you are my Kryptonite,
and my Lois Lane.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
*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.*
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
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.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
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...
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC