Chameleon, I change Adapting, find myself Lost in time Or ever changing I slip in quietly Treat the hours as skins And I am shedding Every moment, reborn Recreating myself So definition Never quite touches me
I am amorphous like water Bond to whatever environment I am in Mutable and lovely like your daughter with the faintest tint of red in my hair and cheeks Who am I? simply a chameleon coat changing colors to match the vibe Who am I? A polished diamond to reflect back all the lies Every pair of eyes, I reflect back on their biggest insecurities Blame me for being a mirrorball, wish I could be a fly on the wall. It is scary how daring I have become It is scary how I am scared of no one Not even the flames of my mother's rage can melt my icy disposition Not even the endless cycle of nights and days can fray my imagination Who am I? Simply a passing moment entrenched in your brain Who am I? Just a chameleon coat The true essence unknown
Possible titles: happenstance storm colors Concrete chameleon
I watched the sidewalk Go from light to spotted grey Sudden rain shower.
A different version:
Watching the sidewalk grey spots growing together Stone chameleon.
I like the idea of this one it's been rattling around in my head for a while and I've written it down in various forms can't quite settle on the finished version though maybe I should ask for some input ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I really like the comparison of the changing colors to the chameleon but chameleons have no place on a rainy sidewalk so it's kind of a weird connection and it also reminds me of painting so yeah rain painted chameleon sidewalk mess hahaha...
the stitches in my thigh are healing so now we can all shake hands and watch the money poor in. the bombs are not coming, please come out from under your desks, you are safe now and if im being honest the desks wouldn’t protect you from the shrieks of a war plane. they sound like nothing you’ve ever heard a frequency you unlocked just for this particular pain. you can almost see the sound pour into your ear drums like a bartender mixing the ***** and the cranberry. it sounds like 6am it sounds like the same song over and over.