by Pleasefindthis (Iain Thomas)
Genre: Poetry, Photography
Final Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
Summary: 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.
A majority of these are prose poems, which I find just as beautiful as the traditional poems that follow a certain set of rules. They read like prose, as they have no line breaks, but contain descriptive, emotional, or other poetic elements found in a poem.
I highlighted well over two dozen poems that I enjoyed and related to. There were several included that read more like random thoughts that the author just decided to blurt out. I turned the page on those rather quickly as they gave me little to reflect on.
The sequencing wasn’t the greatest either. The poems would jump topics, going from love to heartache to positive to negative. It would have been better had the poems been organized according to a theme so that the reader’s emotions weren’t left jumping around all over the place. It was at the very least attempted with the chapters being split up into Sun, Moon, Stars, Rain… didn’t quite work.
In all honesty, my biggest complaint about this book isn’t so much the writing itself. I enjoyed most of the poems and I considered for awhile giving this 4 stars instead of 3. What ruined it? It’s the photography. There are some pretty good compositions included (as well as some really bad ones), but the issue I have is that many of the photos don’t seem to have anything to do with the accompanying poem. While this is certainly not true for every picture, there are just too many that are either poorly composed images within themselves or just plain out of place.
When sadness was the sea, you were the one that taught me to swim.
You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.
You can be in love and you can be in a relationship. But they’re not always the same thing.
After you’re gone, people will forget your name, no matter how important it was, and your face, no matter how pretty it was, and what you said, no matter how clever any of it sounded.
The things you’ve done will crumble and fade and the places you once loved, will change and be given new names.
You are only here for one moment and it lasts exactly one lifetime.
This isn’t me missing you. This is me missing the me I used to be.
I’m not scared of never meeting you. I’m scared of having met you, and let you go.
But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real. This is real.
I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.