I Wrote This For You: Just the Words
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- Laura Prudom (News Editor for Variety)
"One of the most beautiful things I have ever read. Ever."
- BT (Grammy Nominated Composer and Technologist)
"This is me. This is you. This is us. This is every human being, past and present, old and young, of every ethnicity, race and faith. Our every complex human emotion translated into words. Someone knows and someone understands. This is the essence of what it truly means to be human."
- Ethar El-Katatney (CNN African Journalist Of The Year, award-winning journalist, blogger and author)
"The magnificent beauty of I Wrote This For You is quite simply this: the book is elegantly incomplete without you. No one else in the world can read it the way you do. No one."
- Matthew E. May (The Elegant Solution, In Pursuit Of Elegance, The Shibumi Strategy)
The follow-up to the #1 bestseller, I Wrote This For You: Just The Words presents twice the number of entries with over 400 works from the internationally acclaimed poetry and photography project; including several new and never before seen poems. While focussing on the words from the project, new photography launches each section which portray everyone's journey through the world: Love Found, Being In Love, Love Lost, Hope, Despair, Living and Dying.
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
children would buy comic books. There was a harbour." "I think that happened." There was a silence. "How was your flight?" he finally asked. "Good. There was some turbulence towards the end but other than that it was fine." She rubbed her arms. "Did you get everything done that you needed to do?" "Quite a bit. Most of it I think." "Well, that's all you can really ask for." "I suppose so. The tea was nice." "That's good then," he said with a smile. "Are we supposed to get a taxi now?"
out of your book. Now I’m just a prologue. A dedication. For you. 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 Light Of Future Memories You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn't even happened yet. The Lipstick On The Window The words "I love you" become nothing but noise. But that's why we kiss. To say with our
else. They've surpassed their form and become nothing but function. People are like that. You meet them and keep them clean. In a special pocket. And then you start to scratch them. Not on purpose. Sometimes you just drop them by accident or forget which pocket they're in. But after the first scratch, it's all downhill from there. You see past their form. They become function. They are a purpose. Only their essence remains. The Heart Is Red I'm sorry. But you could never tell the difference
close forever feels right now. You can't hurt forever. Even if your heart whispers in your ear and tries to convince you otherwise. You can't bleed forever. Sooner or later, you will either die or live. Neither of us can do anything for forever. Because forever passed away, long ago. The Darkest Lie I have cut off larger parts of myself than you before. The Heart's Failed Disguise This. This is what happens when you talk like a stranger to the person you once loved. The