I Wrote This For You

I Wrote This For You

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by pleasefindthis, Iain Thomas, Jon Ellis
     
 

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"I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it." Started 2007, I Wrote This For You is an acclaimed exploration of hauntingly beautiful words, photography and emotion that's unique to each person that reads it. This book gathers together nearly 200 of the most beautiful entries

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"I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it." Started 2007, I Wrote This For You is an acclaimed exploration of hauntingly beautiful words, photography and emotion that's unique to each person that reads it. This book gathers together nearly 200 of the most beautiful entries into four distinct chapters; Sun, Moon, Stars, Rain. Together with several new and exclusive entries that don't appear anywhere else, each chapter of I Wrote This For You focuses on a different facet of life, love, loss, beginnings and endings.

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Central Avenue Publishing
Publication date:
12/01/2011
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I Wrote This For You
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I Wrote This For You

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By Central Avenue Publishing

Central Avenue Marketing Ltd.

Copyright © 2014 Central Avenue Marketing Ltd.
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ISBN: 978-1-926760-56-8


CHAPTER 1

SUN,

THE LAYERS UNSEEN

There is magic even here, in gridlock, in loneliness, in too much work, in late nights gone on too long, in shopping trolleys with broken wheels, in boredom, in tax returns, the same magic that made a man write about a princess that slept until she was kissed, long golden hair draped over a balcony and fingers pricked with needles. There is magic even here, in potholes along back-country roads, in not having the right change (you pat your pockets), arriving late and missing the last train home, the same magic that caused a woman in France to think that God spoke to her, that made another sit down at the front of a bus and refuse to move, that lead a man to think that maybe the world wasn't flat and the moon could be walked upon by human feet. There is magic. Even here. In office cubicles.


THE FIRST SIGN IS TAKING STRANGE PICTURES

I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone.

THE BIBLIOGRAPHY OF STRINGS

And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.


THE CORNERS OF YOUR MOUTH

And you asked why people always expected you to smile in photographs. And I told you it was because they hoped that in the future, there would be something to smile about.


THE SHAPE OF IT

They want me. I want you. And you want someone else. But none of us want to turn around.


THE POINT OF CONTACT

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went

"Oh there you are. I've been looking for you."


THE TIME IT TAKES TO FALL

So if all we have is that glance in the window. If all we have is till this train stops. If all we have is till the sun comes up, till your lift picks you up. And if all we have is till the day I die.

I'm ok with what we have.


THE SEAT NEXT TO YOU

When I sit near you, my hands suddenly become alien things and I don't know where to put them or what they usually do, like this is the first time I've ever had hands and maybe they go in my pockets and maybe they don't.


THE SHIPWRECK IN MY HEAD

Everything you do, you pay for. So if you're going to kiss me, you'd best be prepared to bleed.


THE PATTERN IS A SYSTEM IS A MAZE

Of course it's complicated. If it wasn't, I probably wouldn't be interested in you.


THE MISSED APPOINTMENT

So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you could kiss me. There's no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us. But if we kiss, it will end the world. And I've ended the world before. No one survived.

Least of all me.


THE NEW COLOUR

And their shape and their hair and their eyes and their smell and their voice. That suddenly, these things can exist and you're not quite sure how they existed without you knowing about them before.


THE MOTHS DON'T DIE FOR NOTHING

I'm sure people just kiss each other. I'm sure that sometimes you're talking and somehow two people move closer and closer to each other and then, they just kiss. I'm sure it happens all the time. But I'm also sure that a kiss is never just a kiss.


THE CLEARLY LABELED

I think you'll find you're mistaken. My name is clearly written across the front and I recognise the scratch down the side (that happened in high school). This is my heart. You can't just come here, and take it.


THE DRIVE BEFORE DAWN

I read what you leave in public spaces. The songs you reference. The quotes you quote. I know it's about me. I can feel you thinking of me. I want to tell you that I know and admit that I feel the same. But I can't. Not yet.


THE WET HAIR AND EYES

You are a drop of perfect in an imperfect world. And all I need, is a taste.


THE SHAPE FALLS AT YOUR FEET

Maybe it's because you're one of those people that believes that sometimes, the most reckless thing you can do with your heart, is not being reckless with it.

THE EXCUSE FOR YOUR COMPANY

I was wondering if you had a second. To talk about anything at all.


THE LANTERN IN THE LIFEBOAT

I am nervous. I'm afraid. But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you. I will play Russian roulette with your playlists. I will tell jokes I'm not sure you'll find funny. I will hold on until there is no more reason to. And in the end, I will break the stars and resurrect the sun.

THE PAINT HIDES THE BRICK

You took all my words when all I wanted to do was say them.


THE WAY GLASS BREAKS

This is the song I only sing when you're sleeping. These are the words I say when you can't hear me. This is the way I look when you can't see me. And you will never know.


THE TRUTH IS BORN IN STRANGE PLACES

Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends. Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was. Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill. Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia. Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He's an old man on a factory line. You wouldn't recognise him. Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor. And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.


THE IMPORTANT THINGS HUMANS DO

Go to work. Eat. Dream. Try to sleep. Think of you. Count the stars. Wake up. Think of you. Be here. Listen to what they're saying. Think of you. Cook. Read. Watch TV. Think of you.

Pay attention. I'm thinking of you.

CHAPTER 2

MOON

THE CHILDREN OF TIME


January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn't always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.

Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as Dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.


THE GHOST TRAIN

And if you can't say yes, answer anyway. Because I'd rather live with the answer than die with the question.


THE DAY TOMORROW CAME

I know you're busy doing all the things you always planned to do but remember, today is also the day that you kiss me.


THE TRAIN OF LIES

I say that I won't touch you.

But my fingers are liars.

I tell you how I won't hold you.

But my arms are going to hell.

I promise I won't kiss you.

But my lips break it.

I let you know that I won't love you.

But my heart has no conscience.

And no part of me will apologise.


THE FRAGILE ARC

It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me.


THE CORNER OF ME AND YOU

I don't know if you felt that or not.

But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it.

It felt like two people talking after nights of silence.

It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb.

It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away.

It felt like two people in love after years of being alone.

And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.


THE BOOKS NEVER WRITTEN

Dragons, angels, gnomes, creatures beneath the earth that make words with hammers, a shooting star that shoots back, rain falling from the ground to the sky, bars that refuse to serve dwarfs or wanderers, a fountain that makes you young (and lonely) while those around you grow old, saplings that know everything, a sea made of tears from every lover who never loved, a silver boat with a sail made of pages from all the books that were never written.

All my dreams are beautiful. But none as beautiful as you. You are the reason I return here each morning.

THE TO NOT DO LIST

There are a million important things to do. But none as important as lying here next to you.


THE RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

All persons entering a heart do so at their own risk. Management can and will be held responsible for any loss, love, theft, ambition or personal injury. Please take care of your belongings. Please take care of the way you look at me. No roller skating, kissing, smoking, fingers through hair, 3 am phone calls, stained letters, littering, unfeeling feelings, a smell left on a pillow, doors slammed, lyrics whispered, or loitering. Thank you.


THE SPEED OF FEELING

Now you've gone too fast. Now, you've made me leave me behind.


THE HEART BEATS PER MINUTE

You are the best parts of all the songs I love.


THE NEEDLE AND INK

Look at you, like a new tattoo. Because I might not always have you but I'll have the feeling of you for the rest of my life.


THE HEART RIDES ON

I love you. I love your eyes. I love your smell. I love your hair. I love your laugh. I love your skin. I love everything inside you. And I'll try to make all the parts that I find, happy.

Because you make me happy. So much.


THE LOVERS BLEED INTO EACH OTHER

And as we touch, I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you.


THE THINGS THAT ARE LEFT

The world made me cold. You made me water.

One day we'll be clouds.


THE CIRCUS IS CHEAPER WHEN IT RAINS

I've taken the same ride too many times.

I could fall asleep in the loop.

I know the clowns wipe the fake, makeup smiles off their faces once the show is done.

I know the lions sleep in cages at night.

I know the tightrope walkers have blisters on their feet.

I know the ringmaster doesn't believe in what he yells to the crowd anymore.

I know the strongman, isn't as strong as he once was.

I know the candy floss has always been, just sugar and air. You are the only reason I come back here every night.

THE SONG ACROSS WIRES

I'm a picture without a frame.

A poem without a rhyme.

A car with three wheels.

A sun without fire.

I am a gun without bullets.

I am the truth without someone to hear it.

I am a feeling without someone to feel it.

This is who I am.

A mess without you.

Something beautiful with you.


THE FURY OF WATER

You can try and hold me back. Build your damn walls, pack sandbags along the edges and yell at the clouds and the rain and the sky to stop.

But I will not relent. I will reach you. Because I am the sea. And I will continue to love you no matter what.


THE PLACE WHERE NOTHING HURTS

There is no music, just the sound of the wind and the leaves it touches. But hopefully that'll be music enough, for you.


THE FIRE AT SEA

When the tide goes out for the last time, all the shipwrecks will be waiting for us and the bones of the earth will shine bright white in the sun.

When the tide goes out for the last time, I'll meet you by the planes that never made it past Bermuda.

When the tide goes out for the last time, I swear, we will have nothing left to lose.


THE BEAUTIFUL MESS WE COULD BE

So may you find in each other what you came here for. And trust that this is love because it is (love is trust). And tangled lives you may lead but into each other, never apart, till you cannot distinguish between being and being together.


THE TITLE SCREEN

Just pretend you're in a movie. Be as brave and as full of love as the main character.

Because we all need to believe in movies, sometimes.


THE BLEACH

You are your hair and your eyes and your thoughts. You are what you look at and what you feel and what you do about it. The light from the sun is still a part of the sun. My thoughts of you are as real as any part of you.


THE STRANGER IN WAITING

I'm sure you've met them. They say they'll put you back together while they're tearing everything apart. And they use the type of lips you can taste for years.


THE HEART WE SHARE

Every time they cut you, I bleed.


THE ROAD MAP BACK

I missed you more than words and pictures can describe. But I'll try.


THE SHAPE OF AIR

You love the way air moves. And now I can no longer breathe.


THE LIPSTICK ON THE WINDOW

The words "I love you" become nothing but noise. But that's why we kiss. To say with our lips what we couldn't before.


THE ABSENCE OF OXYGEN

Forget the air.

I'll breathe you instead.


THE SCARS YOU LOVE

There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite.


THE ZODIAC OF ONE

When I look up at night, all the constellations look like you.


THE STATIC ON THE LINE

Don't talk to me like you know me. Talk to me like you love me.


THE TENDER TINDER BOX

You've made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn't have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn't want me to play with fire. I need a light.


THE SLIGHT PINCH

You and I could collide, like atoms in some scientist's wet dream. We could start a new universe together. We could mix like a disease. And if we do, I hope we never get better.


THE WISHING WELL IN THE SKY (LETTERS TO FATHER TIME)

All I ask is that you let me spend forever feeling this way, before you take me.


THE HUMANS AREN'T RECYCLABLE

I hold you like I do, tightly because I know that one day, I'll die.

And I am determined to do it with a smile on my face.


THE PLACE WHERE I WAIT

I'll see you at your funeral, if you'll see me at mine. I'll wait at the edges for your ghost to rise (until the end of time). We'll find someplace nice to haunt, an abandoned beach house filled with memories of summer sunburns. Children will giggle as we tickle their feet at night and they'll never know the bad dreams we fight. We'll make our own heaven. Walking in places we used to walk until death, dies.


THE EBB AND FLOW

I know I'm only borrowing it. I know I have to give Summer back to you. Just as you, have to give Winter, back to me.


THE POINT PAST PEAK FEELINGS

I know you have feelings left somewhere.

But they're all so hard to reach.


THE PICTURE WE MAKE

The little things you forget, kill me.


THE DIARIES OF FOREIGN LOVERS

You are so patriotic to your heart. It keeps the country together. But it tears the world apart.


THE LACK OF POSTCARDS

I know you're not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon.


THE TRANSLATION SERVICE

And when I asked you how you'd been I meant I missed you more than I've ever missed anything before.


THE FIRST TIME WE MET

It's when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know "This is love."

And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren't pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.


THE AWOL HEARTS

Let's play hopscotch in malls. Let's drive fast with the top down. Let's turn up the music as loud as it'll go. Let's put a couch on an island in the middle of the freeway and wave at everyone on their way to work. Let's hug strangers in parking lots. Let's hand out secret messages at traffic lights. Let's make lists of all the things that make us smile and tick them off, one at a time. The world will carry on without you and me when we're gone. Let it carry on without us, today.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Pleasefindthis is the pen name for poet Iain S. Thomas, who together with photographer Jon Ellis, created the worldwide smash success I Wrote This For You, a collection of personal, anonymous poetry and photography. While Iain and Jon work on a variety of projects and books in their day to day lives, they passionately continue on with the original project which has connected them to their thousands of fans around the world.

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I Wrote This for You 4.7 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 38 reviews.
alixxr More than 1 year ago
This book was written for you. Every beautiful word, line, sentence was also for you. And you can see that with every page. No amount of adjectives can describe this book. It is spectacular, brilliant, heartwarming, and not to mention inspiring. Whether you're a casual reader who flips to random pages in a book, or you read books cover to cover and embrace every word, you'll find something in this book. At least I know that I did. If you read, if you write, if you're one of those people who text message quotes, this book was written for you.
Of_Books_and_Birds More than 1 year ago
This book was filled with snippets of thoughts. Thoughts we all have, emotions, deep wounds, life-altering pain, love and disappointment. All of it. Written in little pieces to think about. This is a very easy and fast read. Well worth the money. The photographs are stunning as well.
purplerevolt More than 1 year ago
Without much apparent effort, the poems reach out and tug at a memory, an exact moment, twists it inside your heart, makes it fresh anew, and in that open wound you can find solace that yes, this was how I felt, this is how I feel, I may feel this again someday—and it’s okay. The words linger. They are such that someone comes back to them again and again and when there isn’t anything new, one finds himself looking for more. Iain’s poetry has something in them that, after you read a piece, you put your hand to your chest and say, “That is what I always wanted to say.”
random_wired More than 1 year ago
Momentous photography and minimal words are amazing. An enchanting melancholia - the words speaks so much of honesty and reality, I could almost touch the heartache,the truth in them. Exactly where the lost words are found. Definitely something i'll never get tired of reading over and again. and on an impulse, wherever i may be - just the kind of book i love. <3 I hope it gets to be published here in the philippines. i'd love to get one hard copy of it. <3 Will be looking forward for more from iwtfy.. :)
ChibiLadyKelly More than 1 year ago
I have been following iwrotethisforyou.me blog for two years now. I had originally found it while doing research for my Bachelor of Fine Arts thesis. I guarantee that anyone can read this book and feel an emotional connection to the writing. Jon's beautiful images enhance the experience in a haunting way. I have been waiting for these writing to be released in a tangible form, and now that I can hold it in my hands I really feel how special it is. The way I like to read it is by turning to random entries a day. Even if I end up rereading an entry it will always hit me a different way depending on how I am feeling at the moment. The words take time to sink in so enjoy the experience!
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Chancie More than 1 year ago
There were some good poems here, but many MANY of them were repeats of one another with way too much middle school-style angst, so it didn't feel real. A lot of it was too dramatic to take seriously, so that really was disappointing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was real and a lovely read
Ashleyk78 More than 1 year ago
I LOVE  THIS BOOK. I went into Barnes and Noble and I was looking for a book that caught my attention. That was this book. I loved  everything about this book. The photos were amazing and the words really spoke to you. I would recommend this book to everyone. 
Purediiamond More than 1 year ago
This isn't just a book. It's a heart of life. It's a heartbeat in and of itself. The words are blood and our minds are the veins. Cheers to all who encounter this in their lives. 
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I read this book because it was recommended for those who liked The Lover's Dictionary. This book is equally beautiful but it's darker. There's less optimism and more longing and rejection, in the beginning at least not all the way through. This book was really beautiful though. I felt like I wanted to quote every other page or read it out loud to someone.
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SavannahJade More than 1 year ago
The first and only book I continue to read over and over again. The first time I read it and finished it, I went right back to the first page and started again.
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This book hits you in ways you dont ecpect. Very heart touching. I hope whoever this was ment for found it.
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There is something written in here; something you need to read. An absolute wonderful book. A definite "rereader".
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