Lora Cerdan
Lora Cerdan
Aug 4, 2014      Aug 5, 2014

in an attempt to fit a square
into a circle
she shed her skin
rearranged her face
into something you'd look at
she chose her words carefully
saying things you want to hear
she colored her hair white
but her soul remained
as black as the night

People don't really change, it's just the mask that falls off.
#love   #life   #fake   #people   #pretension   #chameleon  
The *Chameleon* is as beautiful as its surroundings
Oscar Fuentealba de la Vega

The Chameleon is as beautiful as its surroundings
So the surroundings affect the chameleon's beauty.
Yet, if there is no beauty around,
it'll be the chameleon who interferes with
the surrounding, being now the
"beautiful chameleon in a beautiful place"

OFV
The chameleon mirrors,
Vishal Bala
Vishal Bala
Jul 10, 2011

Hidden in flowers,
The chameleon mirrors,
Its vibrant neighbours,

Beauty incarnate,
From Aphrodite’s palate,
Thus rendered prosaic,

The lover’s corsage,
Versus only camouflage;
Imitated life,

It is said that the,
Highest form of compliment,
May be mimicry,

But I tire of being a chameleon.

A series of Haiku.
Becoming a chameleon,
Ellis Brown
Ellis Brown
Jul 5, 2012

Nothing special,
nothing to attract attention.
Standing in the middle of a two-way street.
No direction,
no motivation.
One out of everything.
Nothing stands out,
nothing stands apart.
Blending into anything and everything.
Becoming a chameleon,
bit by bit
but what’s the true color or a chameleon?
Nobody knows,
nobody cares.

*Oh Chameleon,*
Mike Hauser
Mike Hauser
Sep 25, 2014

Oh Chameleon,
You change before my eyes
From blue to red then back again
As you don a thin disguise


Oh Chameleon,
You keep changing on the run
From yellow to green to me it seems
Your hiding out from love


Oh Chameleon,
Your not out of the woods just yet
From orange to grey with the things that you say
Were you ever really here before you left

With staggered steps it climbs to the canopy
there it will reside very patiently
near the blossoms of it's prey
from the morning till end of day

With tongue of elastic and sticky
outstretched hideous not pretty
it snaps at all that come to visit
unfortunate winged nectar feeders

It's bulbous eyes dart frantically from it's emerald frame
one to look at the blossom, the other the skies above
for as it waits for it's tasty prey
hawks do prey it's kind from above


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Vicki
Vicki
Aug 17, 2014

Dusky differences
in personality
raise issues
of morality.
Pushing aside
takes strength
and self-pride.
Closing a hole
with a person
arch eternal
never works.
Adaptation,
consolation,
in these times
of opinionated
drives, just agree
and move on.
It's not worth
cynical?
the effort.

She's a chameleon with a steely soul.
Kelly Michelle
Mar 7, 2013

want nothing, say nothing, feel nothing..
Safe.

show nothing, take nothing, give nothing..
Blank.

She's a chameleon with a steely soul.
She'll not sell herself for another to hold.

love nothing, care nothing, keep nothing..
Whole.

surrender nothing, live nothing, die nothing..
A role.

She's a chameleon with her mind turned loose.
She'll not be coming back for anyone's use.

 
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