tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10096660290879584282011-07-28T17:02:20.739-07:00Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291591492781697485noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009666029087958428.post-60532149710979705222009-12-02T16:34:00.001-08:002009-12-02T16:34:43.324-08:00<a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moma.org%2Finteractives%2Fexhibitions%2F2009%2Ftimburton%2F&amp;h=1a8c4cb71ee5b488ab141400cb7d1020" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"></a><a href="http://www.moma.org/interactives/exhibitions/2009/timburton/">http://www.moma.org/interactives/exhibitions/2009/timburton/</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moma.org%2Finteractives%2Fexhibitions%2F2009%2Ftimburton%2F&amp;h=1a8c4cb71ee5b488ab141400cb7d1020" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009666029087958428-6053214971097970522?l=ericabrenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291591492781697485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009666029087958428.post-80193220467814423692009-11-12T04:38:00.000-08:002009-11-12T04:41:10.090-08:00Extacy near familiarity,<br />Human Magic,<br />Be the Salvation,<br />Restrain the everyday,<br />Poke the web of comfort,<br />The hopeless Lull<br />Will not defy the mischiveous space.<br /><br /><br /><br />oopphhh i need help.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009666029087958428-8019322046781442369?l=ericabrenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291591492781697485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009666029087958428.post-36998733647294936582009-10-04T15:16:00.000-07:002009-10-04T16:03:06.588-07:00I'm looking past your face,<div>and that table behind you,<br /><div>I'm looking past the wall,<div><div>and this house,</div><div>and this town,</div><div>this state,</div><div>this continent,</div><div>the sky,</div><div>. . .and. .this thought. . .</div><div>dahhhhh-da-daaa-da-daaa-da-daaaaa</div><div>and its all to the whisper of my harmonic hum,</div><div>drift, drifting, drift....</div><div>hmmmm-uh-mmmm-uh-mm-uh-mmmmmmm. . . .</div><div>till I'm alone,</div><div>and I feel the brush of my soft long hair as it entangles my neck,</div><div>Dancing in the cool wind,</div><div>My feet begin to pivot, and my legs and my body are just trying to keep up,</div><div>Twirling, and Spinning everything's going so fast moving in cycles,</div><div>Except the wind that's battling against my cheek,</div><div>My body collapses to the cotton like ground from not being able to withstand the dizziness that overcomes me,</div><div>I'm laying in a snow angel like fashion,</div><div>My head flops to the right to look down my arm,</div><div>It's snowing and I'm in my old pink and orange snowsuit,</div><div>Just like when I was four,</div><div>Just like when I was four. . . .</div><div>. . . Just like when I was four. . . . . . . .</div><div>everything is beginning to dissipate,</div><div>to fade to grey,</div><div>to nothing-ness,</div><div>My eyes are just beginning to straighten out,</div><div>Until I realize thing's are changing,</div><div>My body lies still. . . . until. .</div><div>My body sits still and looks up to be greeted by your face,</div><div>Greeted by your eyes,</div><div>As mine gently roll to the side,</div><div>Awaiting another blissful dizzy snow-filled day. . .</div><div>Just like when I was four. . . .</div><div>. . .Just like I was four. . .</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009666029087958428-3699873364729493658?l=ericabrenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291591492781697485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009666029087958428.post-60105226184438530152009-09-27T16:29:00.001-07:002009-09-27T17:27:37.041-07:00<div>It's okay,</div><div>I'll grow for you. . </div><div>You want me to be this for you?</div><div>-no, yah, of course, no, no problem</div><div>Your helping me! Where would I be without you,</div><div>I'll help you through this</div><div>It's not your fault</div><div>Yes I'll always be there</div><div>I still love you, forever</div><div>No, I knew you didn't mean it</div><div>I told you it didn't hurt me</div><div>I get that all the time, your right it is my fault</div><div>I don't look at you differently</div><div>No, it's fine</div><div>You don't have to do that for me</div><div>Of course I'm still your:</div><div>Daughter</div><div>Sister</div><div>Friend</div><div>Team mate</div><div>Pupil</div><div>Partner</div><div>I can do this, I promise you,</div><div>Trust me, trust me, trust me</div><div>I have this,</div><div>I can,</div><div>I'm sorry</div><div>I've been weird, it's my fault</div><div>I didn't mean to neglect you,</div><div>I wanted to be there,</div><div>Things are just different now,</div><div>Distant?. . .no. . .what did you say?</div><div>I'm right here</div><div>I've always been right here</div><div>You've been feeling how lately?</div><div>Sad, oh you poor thing.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009666029087958428-6010522618443853015?l=ericabrenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08291591492781697485noreply@blogger.com2