"mutualism" poems
I got some things I want to confess
From an awkward nerd to a beautiful countess
You're more confusing than the Higg's Boson
I understand more the positrons and electrons
You're more complex than a polysaccharide
"Understanding You" is no book my archive
Why can't our relationship be a mutualism
Rather than the one sided commensalism
Could we be close like the tibia and fibula?
So close like the aorta and vena cavas?
To be close, I could only hope
Like uranium 237 and uranium 238, inseparable isotopes
Whenever I see you, I get the "kilig" affixes
Like the sour taste of citru sinensis
I can't get enough of your wonderful smile
It's like the taste of pentahydroxyhexanal
You might think I'm in delirium
But my thoughts are in equilibrium
You're the only girl inside my cranium
And this love for you is more precious than titanium
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
Uncertainty bubbles within me
Confusion haunts even my deepest thought
Rejection lingers in my heart and soul
And sadness makes my vision distraught.
Sleep no longer comes easy
Dreams are vivid and whatnot
Questions await their partners in crime
While I try to recall a single moment we fought.
Glances slowly shrink away to peeks
Fingertips curl into anxious knots
A head nod or some symbolizes hello
As we realize that mutualism cannot be bought.
Make up your mind, oh, anytime now
For my heart beats, I don’t know much longer how.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
He devours the snow upon which I bleed
Consumes then strays from every part of me
Yet I stagger back weak, so effortlessly
Keeping the prey close; the efficient way to feed.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
Love, you see
Is very easy
Easy as 1, 2, 3
As A, B, C
I give my heart to you
You give me yours
Ooops! Don't break it!
For I'll also drop yours
I point a gun into your chest
And you're free to do the same
Because in us, we trust
That our fingers that can pull the trigger, is too numb
I give my all to you
You give your all to me
I'll promise forever to you
Will you promise forever to me too?
Love is easy, it should be
It's just a matter of give and take
A symbiotic interaction called mutualism
A law called equivalent exchange
But love isn't easy
Emotions, situations, make it so hard
If only it was easy
Poetry won't exist even now
If love was as easy as a barter system
I'll offer you my all, you can take them
And I'll succumb to all that you've given
But love isn't easy at all, love just isn't
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
The oxpecker cleans the rhino
and the rhino feeds it meat
Both need the other
it really is quite neat
but the oxpecker complains
“there’s not enough ticks!”
and the rhino will cry
“there’s enough as it is!”
so then they’re not friends
and they’ll leave each other again
but surely we all know
that if separated, both drop dead
so the toxic relationship
muted by mutualism
unfriended then, best friends now
will continue to spasm
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 6:51 AM UTC
Let love be like affine geometry.
Affine geometry is where mathematical properties are preserved by parallel projection from one plane to another. These planes are our complexities residing in our individualism, together we will survive this mutualism.
Let it be symbiotic and not symbolic.
Let the odds be even, even if you have to zero in on the odds.
Let the triangles of emotions be isosceles ( having 2 sides of equal length), the base will adjust.
Let the circle of emotions be complete, let it end gracefully if it has to. Let it reach its starting point and let it be a full circle.
You be a semi - circle, I will be another. Together we will complete the circle.
From the centre, the axis of life will pass, sometimes the inclination will change, it will bend, life will adjust somehow but we will prevail.
Let the patterns of your life camouflage mine.
Let the eccentricities of your randomness be a little more constant and the variables of human nature will adjust.
Let us both try to solve this equation.
Let us try to prove it to be = and not less than < or >.
Let us both be one equation, equally split in parts and meaning less without being equal.
Let us be rational and not irrational. Let us be reciprocative and not repetitive. Let us be simple but not complex or even simpler.
Let us be Mathematics.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 7:30 AM UTC
Our every talk
an episode of competitive mind athletics
As each tries to outpace the other
On the eccentric field tracks of conversation.
We are more like ****** – militants,
For after every hello and before the next goodbye there always remains a trail of carnage;
Inside my eyes and on your face are the grimmest battlefields;
Emotions are always the casualties;
Paying the price for two egos clashing in frantic effort to maintain the gravities of inner pride.
Your name and mine;
Two eagles wrestling every hour
trying gravely to unsettle the establishment;
To shift the equilibrium,
To make the universe lose its balance.
Lady;
The survival of our acquaintance is based on something stronger than the spiritual;
Our mutualism
One flower least expected to flourish
I think nature made me for you;
I am the antithesis to your existence;
Only in our duality can peace exist;
Two powers of chaos
Tumultuous forces that cannot live without each other.
Teyana;
I think you know that I am the best thing that is ever going to happen to you.
{She Smiles and nods}
WordSmith_Wiz
31/12/2018
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
like peach orchids standing passionately tall.
in cheery red poppy fields.
their rosy hues complementing their persuasive rumba.
bathed in perpendicular sunlight.
the parallel candle ends burning a waxy river.
a rainbow of cliche parasol drips dripping.
off tear drop stems thumping thrashing.
the peat moss growth of loneliness.
liberating a kissing pilotlight.
drowning in aching elongated heart shapes.
reaching with brisk shores to
re-unite seductive continental drift.
damming all turbulent ocean currents. flowing through the darkest wayward days.
from the bare skin walked beaches.
impacted by grainlets of golden sands grinding.
crystallizing the depths of picaresque affections.
our bodies emotional obsessions.
tied to mutualism symbiotic entangled nature.
we plant loving lips in a blizzardery electric snow.
roasting fireplaces dreams.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
a grain of sand holds the water
and the wave nudges the sand
the birds pollinate the flowers
and the tree bears their tiny nests
the aphids feed the hungry ants
and the ants protect them in turn
i guess you can get from this
that everyone serves a purpose
the mutualism in nature
doesn’t stop there
somebody will need you
from your heart to your hair
just because you don’t see
the aphids or the trees
doesn’t mean they don’t exist
the creatures will still be
someone loves you and needs you
and sees you as their sea
family members or friends
or somebody like me 🩷
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
I thought everyone loves music,
So, I arrange my name in a perfectly harmonized chord.
But it occurs to me that you don’t like music at all.
So, my name dissolved in the whisperings.
It appears that you like architecture,
So, I brought the bricks for you to build a bridge at leisure.
But the bridge was not built on the foundation of mutualism,
So, I stood at my side dwelling in escapism.
One day the bridge blew up and I ran towards you at the speed of light.
Only to realize that I succumbed to despair,
Because all you did was waving goodbye,
As if this was a card game for a solitaire.
I’ve always wondered how distance grows,
Maybe from the constant construction of a burrow.
Sometimes, the thought of you sleeps so well there
Yet sometimes it rises and escapes and I feel so close to you.
Like piano tiles that almost touch, yet always a semitone apart.
Like a flower that aches for the bee, yet from her it flees.
It reminds me of how you’ve always hated growing flowers,
Only to witness how they wilt and die.
So at last you never gave us a try,
Lest the capacity of our heart may flop like the leaves.
To avoid a series of endings, you’d rather
Keep away from all beginnings.
Sometimes, the thought of you is like the sun to me,
Yet sometimes it freezes and you feel like a glacier from afar.
I thought the sweetest radiation could melt you.
Only to realize the wind would never make our currents converge.
Perhaps I should just put this in simpler words.
I have glamorized every centimeter between you and me,
Not realizing how many marathons I’ve scampered
In attempt to call a stranger my lover.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC