Love Chameleon

Love Chameleon

A Poem by ShantaeMarlinda

The word "Chameleon" was in my head all day today. I couldn't figure out why. Then all of a sudden I felt the urge to start typing and this is the result. It's very random. Hopefully you'll all get what I'm trying to convey.


She was blue, so you were blue


the one after was green
so you added yellow, now you're green


the one after her was purple
so you added more blue
now you're purple


I'm red.
So you erased it all
started from scratch
now you're red.


I stay red
day in and day out
running into rainbows
falling out of crayon boxes
rolling around in paint
at the end of the day
I stay red


But you
Now you want to be blue again
tomorrow, you'll want to be green
and after that.. you'll want to be purple


The love chameleon, that's what you are
commitment stands no chance
in the hands of the man
who changes colors like day and night


I know who I am, I know what I stand for
I know what I want and what I need
I know what I don't need


You follow in the footsteps of those before you

of those around you
fit in where you can get in
Get what you can take
The love chameleon knows no truth
you fake it so you can make it
take it and then you break it
but if you keep playing those games
Your colors will run out
and opportunity will forsake you.

© 2008 ShantaeMarlinda

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This is completely amazing
Changing yourself so that others will love you.
This is absolutely amazing.
I love how you use a Chameleon.
Whom use their talent to protect themselves in dangerous situations.
Love is indeed a dangerious situation.
And you are not afriad to be yourself because you know that it's not true unless you are the real you and constant with who you are.
Bloody Brilliant and a Lovely read.

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


this just strike at the heart of it...the lines and the color changes...are truly said in the denying it are who you are...there is no way to turn...and there is only so many ways to change color...that you start to look predictable...well said in the lines...this just hits the spot...

Posted 7 Years Ago

love the way you write...

Posted 12 Years Ago

This is great.
A simple writing style that delivers a powerful blow, hard enough to knock seasoned reviewers (I'm not calling myself a seasoned review) off of their feet. It's very deep, and, also, quite true. On some level this seemed to have been pulled right from the thrums of your heartstrings, and on another, straight out of the usual logic all of our minds work through.
"commitment stands no chance"
To someone that likes variety, who grows bored with stability, there is no commitment, because they cannot commit, cannot promise anything other than a moment's attention.
So powerfully written, so tragically true, and such a bold statement.
Amazing write!

Posted 12 Years Ago

I love this, Chameleon I see your true colors, and your true colors are none..

Posted 12 Years Ago

Very very nice. The format is creative and fits the poem perfectly. I love the way you describe the guy, it's clever and not cliche. Most poems of this short just refer to the male as a pig or dog or some other creature that we have heard before. Nice and original. I also like that you choose the color red for yourself(or the author?). It's a very bold color that says a lot about the author.

Posted 12 Years Ago

such a creative piece. i loved your use of colors to convey different emotions.
really good write : )

Posted 12 Years Ago

WOW! That was deep,true, colorful, tasteful,...Good Poem. I felt that one.

Posted 12 Years Ago

chameleons also tend to use their colors to hide and become invisible. People who change to adapt do not seem to have their own identity as well, remaining invisible to those they might have truly cared and given attention to.

The form was wonderful, I like how the use of colors stared the introduction well, and merges to create an impact on that 1 line. It provides wonderful flow.

Good choice of words, well played out.

Well imparted message, and well painted or (crayon colored) imagery.

A very good piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago

The running out of the colors, that you describe in the last strophe really seems tragic and isn't anything like the rest of the poem; but it is a good conclusion and doesn't affect the poem in a bad way.

In the first seven strophes, the imagery is no less than superb ! Their simplicity makes the poem a very pleasurable read.


Posted 12 Years Ago

pretty colours.
i like this, it gives a nice synthesic quality.

well done shorty,
and thanks for sharing ^^

Posted 12 Years Ago

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