Dignified Criminals

So, this is it. 
You'll reach a point of regretful shame,
turn to see a white flutter, 
and cry. 
You'll burn the thoughts, 
hate the worry, 
and run until you fall, ruptured. 
This season is screaming. 
Can you see I'm unaffected?
Run, child. Run. 

Falling Notes of Ambiguous Exchange

How would you interpret it, 
if the sunset faded to unexpected colors, 
the music became classical, 
and the pointed toes painted sparkle in the air?
If voices were subdued, 
engines stopped running, 
and wildlife were no longer frightened?
Would you crave mystery?
If pages stopped being printed, 
the flowers bloomed hesitantly,
and people ventured out of their houses?
-To travel to a place where this is possible.
Please remember the softness, 
since emotions hold peaceful control.

Remarkable

There's a little fear, 
a lot of wonder, 
and an ounce or so of anger left. 
Unleash the excitement, 
those exuberant droned colors of fall,
and love.