I'm innocent 
everything goes opposite
LiFe has no abashment 
Problems are objects
Life is aberrant 
shoots hard bullets 
I'm innocent 
Life is full of coincidences
Hope people understand 
Life ? People abases 
Its a painful wound
No more absolves 
I'm innocent
I'm tired of myself
Sick of being the same
I feel like a werewolf 
Me , I did defame 
Myself is just a calf 
I'm innocent 
This what life wants 
No more tolerate
Live in aborts 
Small sins accumulate 
Chokes me with ascots 
I'm innocent 
I don't want this
Live in aversion 
It's only my bris 
Love must accretion 
Or live like the ******* nazis 
I'm innocent 
I NEED her back
Important in my life circle
keeps me on the track 
Every word is a canticle 
Wrack hack her lack clack 
I'm innocent 
She's the one i NEED
My life is She
Sweet, tasty like the aniseed 
The most important strophe 
Makes it shinny and adorned 
I'm innocent
I don't want drugs
I hate to scab 
Its not brags 
It hurts like a stab
Drugs is crags 

Edit by: Melanie on this fourteenth day of September, twenty thirteen

But oh he was wet and dripping ignorance
And I was combusting with unholy fury
Smiting him to and fro
With my unsheathed pen
And he sat struck dumb
Morally zombie like moaning again
For my skin
But I just wrote wicked hymns
Life graffiti, like rings of fire
And he dared not behold these cat
Eyes
and black widow smirk
“Her defense was frightening”
A phrase he said himself
To whom self still turning like
Clockwork from the very
Spoils it never left
And I went like laughing
Knowing well I was no psychopath
But wrote honest colors of the world
In black ink and white paper
Blowing his mind
Like streetlamps in the midst of ill-mannered
Children with heavy rocks
And how I was amazed
When I saw
That bead of sweat
Run down those taunt brows
Like a floating messiah
With no duty but to be heard
And if I tried to express
This dear loved ones
I would nonetheless
Use words putting us both in
Abashment
But oh was it impossible he gave
What I sought
No longer listening to the little jesus
That caused him to convulse to and fro
Every night
And behold so he spoke:
“You are the first girl that ever
Really made me think”
Tone affectionate, not resenting
And I swear I felt it
I felt world peace
And he cursed me
With the very touch
That I longed for
And feared
I guess I knew not
Everything in the world.

They protect us 4m harassment
They saved us 4m abashment
They Clemented all types of bright
So we led a peachful night
They unescorted their family
So we chaperoned our ancestry
They uglify their life
So we glamorize our entity
They feed upon corpses
So we have sustenance
They gave up all their life
For the sake of the nation
They were caught,penalized, exploited,deprived, starved
At last they died
A salute to all those majestic soul...

Icy doilies
Murmuring
Dropping illusions
Of pledges and confirmations

A bitter day
Visions of amore
The avenues we choose
Decide our fate

Bobbing, pirroetting, snow
Composing a concord
Of abashment and bedlam
Tipping to and fro

Advising mice and squirrels
Not to venture outside
Lest they be swallowed
By a blustering freeze

Sputter and cough
Wheeze and wallow
Litter the earth
With frosty white tears

In poetry there is always a great deal of eluding undertones and connotations, though defying, a reader must seize and tackle. Illustrious examples of worlds of secret meanings more than often can be found in witty poems. Acting as a narration and deriving a situational behind the poetry one is left begging for a truth behind themes of adversity, transcendence, or even polytheism. Poems are plush while painting and considering original statements. what at first may be implied or a life's meaning suggestion often can strike a reader as being more than the narrator can handle or wrathful or even too loud of a reference. Ironically it is the intense descriptions that often call forward a sense of care free being poetries can bring. To suggest impudence or be clubbed by wise parsimonious verse is not an abashment but the passing of judgment and behavioral analysis in creative structure.
There are lies planted by poems and yet often a reader can find how the tone affects, in fact, the opposite take away. Strong statements aren't necessarily meant for ill bearing, but to quote an effect outside ones own admittance, creating observations and perhaps a triumphant fuse. Entailed explanations ask the reader to bend to match the pomp or seriousness or divisive stooper. Lessons are learned, words cast and final arguments stands with a  simple reference.
Themes about life during this day and age or relationships with others can bring renewed interest and break barriers ascending from the norms to a sense of meaning. Such writing can plead and catch thoughts of personal prudence or implications of great strain leaving not just a silver streak but a moment cast; the reader is in an aura of gold.
Whether  hidden meanings or a stolid imagery, each dignity of a stanza cast with thought, no compromise can be expected to grind third levels of clarity, saturation through nuances, rhymes and ambivalence. The cloth over reality now can be an  acting curtain raised and the stage for prophetic acumen awaits the stylized performance of words cast to the live event of poetry!