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Anya Sep 2018
When you write a poem
It's your
thoughts
emotions
experiences
Once you share it
It becomes a chameleon
Changing itself
Not to camouflage and hide
But to be viewed by each reader
in a personal and individualistic
Manner
Jake Spacey Dec 2013
deep within the black shirt
are chamelion hands making mocks
of string
when they should've been
digit deep in a bowling ball
or around the handle of a sauce pan
or on the arm of the couch...
sometimes they'd be cupped
amplifying yells around the mouth,
sourcing the tooth obsession along with a slew of other medical problems,
another bushel of ******* for the stew in the ***
maybe her foreign claws
could rub the knots out of your shoulders
but she is suspected of dropping the world,
and, as with many other things,
would garner your reluctance
to hold risk for,
your red hot fear of hatred
your red hot ******* hatred
those shoulders hold your house
your saxophone
those shoulders hold your experience
your lack thereof, your anxiety
your ******* hatred
your black shirt
analyzing my dad
the chameleon is a lizard he is very strange
he has lots of colors and them he can change
he has great big eyes and they can  roll around
look up in the air and all around the ground.

he spits out his tongue so he can catch his prey
it is very long  and can reach so far away
he can change his skin to match to his surround
so  within the background  he cannot be found.

a lovely piece of nature a proper natures child
in his land so far away living in the wild.
Archit Feb 2020
Worring all night cant let me survive
All the dark past eating me from inside
Cant share with anyone only choice is to cry
Cause all things looks so haze everyone left me in despair
Became quite feeble want to free bird
Cant free myself from this demon
Maybe i am bad so people left me alone
Or became dead serious for people to talk
Only thing i need to free myself all the guilt
No power left to resist want to fight back
With a novice hand only problem is fear to loose all courage seems to loose
Want to talk only choice is isolation
Cant find any solution
Need a shoulder to cry but left with rejection
Seen people changing faster than chamelion
Become alienated feels like i aint be good again fear of failure hitting like a train
Feels like life is stopped
Feels like always be alone
Trusting can be painfull
Tears will break u
Time will remold
I am a dandelion,
almost as cute as a chamelion,

Just growing everyday,
until you came along my way,

You saw my beauty,
and I saw you're a real cutie,
(because of your ***** 🤤),

You took my picture o' so fine,
and put it up upon your shrine,

In this darkness now I dwell,
because you said farewell.

— The End —