Say Anything

This poem was so raw, I loved it! It was a great touch to spring the two words together in "thisclose" in order to visually state the message. I liked how it was consistently used in the beginning and the end of the poem without it becoming redundant.

"I was thisclose to sreaming"
^This threw me off a bit...I think you meant "screaming" Nonetheless this poem was so touching and real that the minor typo didn't take much from the poem in its authenticity. Nicely done!

Melissa,

I can't figure out what I should feel here. There is irresolution, panic and disturbance, still with a whimsical tune that wrapped these altogether. There is vulnerablity, a very light tint of melancholy yet at some point, I found confidence in your words, that kind of confidence one wishes to acquire through their difficult experiences.

I have seen simplicity in so many places such as the title. I really try my best to come up with a unique, unexpected title. You know, just for my piece to gain more attention. But here, and I have no idea if that's because I'm one of your regular readers or anything, but I couldn't stop myself. I needed to read this, somehow. It felt like someone was asking to be heard or needing the other side to agree or disagree or whatever, just say anything.

I love how you began it; I love the play on words, 'thisclose'. How you approached the letters to serve the meaning, just creative. I love the way you likened your mind to a tumbleweed, swaying in the air, unstable and light. You think what you have is enough to make you still or strongly 'grounded' in his life, though his life, in your opinion, is such a mess in itself. I don't know if my interpretation is totally wrong or not. I apologize if it is. I just wanted to leave it here for you to know what I understand from your poetry or think of it, etc etc.

So, then again, you confess you have been 'loved' too many times yet in the end, it turned out to be not the kind of love you need. Not the kind of love that could ever be named 'real'. You knew weakness, by that time, you knew what it is like to be spoiled; 'overplucked'. But when you met him, you probably let go of everything and was thisclose to confessing. What a masterpiece.

I really enjoyed the atmosphere all throughout the piece, Mel. So many thoughts in few words, and it was overwhelming. Honestly, truly, seriously, never stop writing.

But my mind is like a tumbleweed
embraced by this perpetual motion of air,
always moving,
never really clinging to one thought
as though the tiniest root
could ground me in the still life
of your unnurtured earth
again.......

you really amazed me in these lines. It just shows your creativity. Wonderful write.