I was born an accident. But I was immediately loved and accepted by people who were not my biological parents.
That simply does not happen. Stories do not turn out as well as mine.
And mine didn’t even turn out terribly well.
Daniel Osborne
From the beginning it began. The end was in store further on down the road. Always looming above an infant’s soul. There it is…there it went….there it lives. The natural gift that is giving birth. birth…birthed…..birth.
Erikkk
Birth is a funny thing. It’s impersonal in that nobody remember their own, yet universal in that everyone was born. It’s the ultimate beginning, really, but we add the letters re to make ourselves feel better. As if rebirth is possible, as if any beginning is of equal importance.
Birth? does birth defines what I am? because, I´m really confused of who I am. When people ask me about that, about what I am, I just start telling continuous events of my life. But that´s what I do and part of my identity. Not what I am. So what am I?
natalia
I expelled it from my vagina.
it was wrinkly and tiny
and it was an idea
and I realized from its moment of theoretical conception
that this idea would enslave me
and that we would be one in the most bizarre way
until one of us died and erased ourselves from existence.
Well, if you put it that way,” said Stanley, “I guess I don’t mind sitting this one out.”
Stanley had been no end of strife to his Women’s Studies professor, badgering and baiting her all semester. He would throw out comments insisting that it’s sexism that a man is not teaching the course, that women have unfair opportunities and that there should be equal, not preferential treatment between the genders. “After all,” he would usually say, “I thought the whole point is we’re supposed to be equal.”
Ms. Anthony had merely asked, in an exasperated tone, “Stanley? When do you plan on giving birth?”
we never stop being born. Physically we continue to grow and change until it becomes too much, and the body falls apart. But really, where we come from is where we want to return to. It is the secret thing that drives us, that we are always reaching for, though we don’t realize it. Like falling from an airplane, we look back up and reach, though impossible to return, every second increasing the distance, we still have to reach. We’re dropped to earth, left behind. Finding what we’ve always been looking for is like finding that airplane. Where did we come from, what is the truth. What. Is.
garrett4
Once there as the birth of a great man and he was happy,
Danielle
the birth was a start
the hurt was the end
you left us alone
questions on end
the silence was loud
the laughter was gone
the sky became blank
the world had been lost
roya
When you think about birth, often you think about actually being born, but what we often forget is that we are reborn everyday when we learn something new; when we grow as a person. It happens every day and we never think about how big it impacts the world.
kelly
Birth? For some reason I thought of something else that I can’t remember now. I don’t remember what being born was like what was it like? Did it hurt? Is that why we cry? Cold cold air in our lungs I never write fiction on these things. Just free-write. I don’t know; I keep looking at it and seeing something else…
and death are both miraculous thoughts. Not one person in the human race can even be
hgkjk
The birth of you, that was something remarkable. Think about it. Once, you were the fastest swimmer. Created by the merging of two small cells. Then in a mere nine months, yo were born, with millions of cells.
mikayla
being born, circle of life, the lion king, babies, my dad who delivers babies, death is at the other end, sometimes im not sure its worth it
laura
and death. Opposites that the brain jumps to. For every idea there is an opposing one. For every yes, a no, for every heartbreak a joy to balance it.
nova67
The funniest things about birth is the minute you realize in 9 months or less you are going to recieve the best gift that mother nature can produce. You may not realize that you are soon to become the role model, the superhero, the one who kisses you goodnight and goodmorning, who brushes they’re hair and, makes sure you brushed your teeth before and after bed, and wished her or him a good day on they’re first day of kidergarden. This beatiful baby boy or girl might become the one and only person you may ever care about, and you would do anything for her or him to grow up and become the child you’ve always wanted it to be. Birth is a wonderful and beautful experiance, and when im old enough one day, I hope I can experiance the unforgettable event for myself.
in russian birth is called rodilas and it is a reflexive verb. and you have a birthday. and idk. i don’t think about my birth really often except when i see baby pictures of my mom in the hospital and my parents are together and happy and my dad is skinny and my mom looks like shit in a kind of cow patterned robe and i think how unromantic birth is but how wonderful life is
Potato Pancakes
When it comes time a new birth will be upon us. It will be the beginning of the Age of Aquarius. It’s coming soon and it will replace all of the misery causing major religions in the world by teaching tolerance.
WHen a woman gives birth it is the most beautiful thing, she has created another life. Men cannot do it and wouldnt be capable. Women are meant to bring new life onto earth and be the nurturing people that provide for the new baby. Birth is the beginning of all great things.
Lauren Elford
“Isn’t she beautiful, John? She’s got your eyes and your nose.”
“And with any luck, she’ll have your heart.”
my birth was a hard one. i nearly killed my mother. she says it was worth it to get such a wonderful gift. that to me is true love. unconditional love. and she still loves me after telling her i’m gay.
lauren
when i was born, i knew nothing coming into this world. i was alone, cold, and innocent of all the horrible ways of the world. i didnt know someone could take another person’s life or that there was such a thing as sadness, misery, or heartbreak.
Micaela
The birth of a rising sun has met us once again. Around us now, is a woman left to win. The grounds are taken from our hands. Sit and watch as they overthrow our lands.
the only thing i can think of when birth is brought up is those awkward teen years when parents would force you to take the school course rather than just explain the simple concept of how babies are made. and not only that, it would be the worst teacher for the job! the one whos actually comfortable with it! now usually people would think thats a good thing, but in actuality, the more casually they treat it, the more bizarre and foreign the topic feels.
Colleen
Birth is such an extraordinary thing, and the way it was designed to the exact will always puzzle me on how precise everything has to be. I have never got the chance to experience it so I have no say in what goes on, but the way everything is simply, beautiful.
scoopthecoop
The birth of Mary was such a beautiful thing. She started out all wet and squishy but soon she was dried off and a cute bouncing baby. Her parents loved her but soon realized they didn’t have the time or the energy to take care of a baby. So she was put up for adoption. She stayed there for a few years until she was shoved deep into the foster care program where she met her new families one by one, but none of them stuck.She lived out her life until she escaped 5 years into her care…she is now lost to the world.
Amelia
birth canal, afterbirth, a smack on the ass and a cry to say you’re alive and healthy, you take your first breath of real, sterile hospital air and you cry to the joyful tears of your mother, your father, they laugh while you cry, you’re a baby clown.
Is the beginning of something new, not just the beginning. The idea is that something better can come from what was, or that something bad may pave the way for something else good. While it often doesn’t turn out this way, birth is a positive thing. It ends and begins with birth.
birth is what happens when a life begins and a new life comes into this universe. its just as common as somebody leaving this universe as well. it all works as one big cycle.
deidre mirkin
She did all she could. She was carrying the gardener’s son. He said, he’d have her eyes, like blooming daisies, and her hairs, like copper threads. She could only smile at him, the tobacco skinned gardener, the father of the soon she’s soon give birth to.
Maria Rodz
i was born on august 8th, 1990. i don’t know much about the circumstances of my birth, other than it was by c-section. i know my dad couldn’t be in the room because he would faint, and that my grandma was in the room instead. i was originally due on my grandma’s birthday, august 22nd. i actually hate my birthday because i will be 21 much after almost all of my friends. yet i patiently wait for my birthday and hope that it will be the best one yet (since they have a history of being awful).
Julie
Birth is a wonderful thing and doesn’t mean it’s for everyone. Cheetahs frequently birth more than one pup at conception. Abortion should stay. What’s up with twins? Sextuplets…that’s funny! Wow birth is gross. I hope it doesn’t happen to me. Oh wait…I’m a man…yeah! I am the greatest
Dylan
this is the beginning. no matter where or when it happens it is the point where you can leave everything else behind and just start over. everything is forgotten. it doesnt matter what mistakes have already been made because there lies a whole new path for you to start making mistakes on.
lexi
One of my biggest achievements has been the proverbial birth of my creativity and desire to help others into the public arena via a guided journal I have authored. It’s something I’m extremely proud of and very glad that after suffering from depression & anxiety for most of my life I can finally give something back to others who need to self nurture.
happiness, declan, new life, pink laughter, staring over, love, babies, mommys, everything, new friends, peace, toys, giggles,
maggie
The woman’s screams ran up and down the walls of the hallway, as the sweating husband paced up and down, up and down. He was chewing on his thumb, the skin peeled back and ragged. Nurse bustled back and forth, the doors opening and closing as they shouldered through them. They wouldn’t tell him anything. Nothing. So he waited.
birth is a fabulous thing. it is a miracle. some people dont believe in miracles, but i do. i believe they happen every day. bit is a common miracle, you could say. but for each and every new mom and dad, it is a humongous miracle.
charissa
The birth of the little girl was a miracle. She wasn’t supposed to live, the doctors emphasized that. Yet here she was, wide eyed beauty in my arms.
I was born an accident. But I was immediately loved and accepted by people who were not my biological parents.
That simply does not happen. Stories do not turn out as well as mine.
And mine didn’t even turn out terribly well.
From the beginning it began. The end was in store further on down the road. Always looming above an infant’s soul. There it is…there it went….there it lives. The natural gift that is giving birth. birth…birthed…..birth.
Birth is a funny thing. It’s impersonal in that nobody remember their own, yet universal in that everyone was born. It’s the ultimate beginning, really, but we add the letters re to make ourselves feel better. As if rebirth is possible, as if any beginning is of equal importance.
Birth? does birth defines what I am? because, I´m really confused of who I am. When people ask me about that, about what I am, I just start telling continuous events of my life. But that´s what I do and part of my identity. Not what I am. So what am I?
I expelled it from my vagina.
it was wrinkly and tiny
and it was an idea
and I realized from its moment of theoretical conception
that this idea would enslave me
and that we would be one in the most bizarre way
until one of us died and erased ourselves from existence.
hehehehe jheheheh Waaaa I am baby and I have been born! And I am Fritz!
Well, if you put it that way,” said Stanley, “I guess I don’t mind sitting this one out.”
Stanley had been no end of strife to his Women’s Studies professor, badgering and baiting her all semester. He would throw out comments insisting that it’s sexism that a man is not teaching the course, that women have unfair opportunities and that there should be equal, not preferential treatment between the genders. “After all,” he would usually say, “I thought the whole point is we’re supposed to be equal.”
Ms. Anthony had merely asked, in an exasperated tone, “Stanley? When do you plan on giving birth?”
we never stop being born. Physically we continue to grow and change until it becomes too much, and the body falls apart. But really, where we come from is where we want to return to. It is the secret thing that drives us, that we are always reaching for, though we don’t realize it. Like falling from an airplane, we look back up and reach, though impossible to return, every second increasing the distance, we still have to reach. We’re dropped to earth, left behind. Finding what we’ve always been looking for is like finding that airplane. Where did we come from, what is the truth. What. Is.
Once there as the birth of a great man and he was happy,
the birth was a start
the hurt was the end
you left us alone
questions on end
the silence was loud
the laughter was gone
the sky became blank
the world had been lost
When you think about birth, often you think about actually being born, but what we often forget is that we are reborn everyday when we learn something new; when we grow as a person. It happens every day and we never think about how big it impacts the world.
Birth? For some reason I thought of something else that I can’t remember now. I don’t remember what being born was like what was it like? Did it hurt? Is that why we cry? Cold cold air in our lungs I never write fiction on these things. Just free-write. I don’t know; I keep looking at it and seeing something else…
and death are both miraculous thoughts. Not one person in the human race can even be
The birth of you, that was something remarkable. Think about it. Once, you were the fastest swimmer. Created by the merging of two small cells. Then in a mere nine months, yo were born, with millions of cells.
being born, circle of life, the lion king, babies, my dad who delivers babies, death is at the other end, sometimes im not sure its worth it
and death. Opposites that the brain jumps to. For every idea there is an opposing one. For every yes, a no, for every heartbreak a joy to balance it.
The funniest things about birth is the minute you realize in 9 months or less you are going to recieve the best gift that mother nature can produce. You may not realize that you are soon to become the role model, the superhero, the one who kisses you goodnight and goodmorning, who brushes they’re hair and, makes sure you brushed your teeth before and after bed, and wished her or him a good day on they’re first day of kidergarden. This beatiful baby boy or girl might become the one and only person you may ever care about, and you would do anything for her or him to grow up and become the child you’ve always wanted it to be. Birth is a wonderful and beautful experiance, and when im old enough one day, I hope I can experiance the unforgettable event for myself.
in russian birth is called rodilas and it is a reflexive verb. and you have a birthday. and idk. i don’t think about my birth really often except when i see baby pictures of my mom in the hospital and my parents are together and happy and my dad is skinny and my mom looks like shit in a kind of cow patterned robe and i think how unromantic birth is but how wonderful life is
When it comes time a new birth will be upon us. It will be the beginning of the Age of Aquarius. It’s coming soon and it will replace all of the misery causing major religions in the world by teaching tolerance.
WHen a woman gives birth it is the most beautiful thing, she has created another life. Men cannot do it and wouldnt be capable. Women are meant to bring new life onto earth and be the nurturing people that provide for the new baby. Birth is the beginning of all great things.
“Isn’t she beautiful, John? She’s got your eyes and your nose.”
“And with any luck, she’ll have your heart.”
my birth was a hard one. i nearly killed my mother. she says it was worth it to get such a wonderful gift. that to me is true love. unconditional love. and she still loves me after telling her i’m gay.
when i was born, i knew nothing coming into this world. i was alone, cold, and innocent of all the horrible ways of the world. i didnt know someone could take another person’s life or that there was such a thing as sadness, misery, or heartbreak.
The birth of a rising sun has met us once again. Around us now, is a woman left to win. The grounds are taken from our hands. Sit and watch as they overthrow our lands.
the only thing i can think of when birth is brought up is those awkward teen years when parents would force you to take the school course rather than just explain the simple concept of how babies are made. and not only that, it would be the worst teacher for the job! the one whos actually comfortable with it! now usually people would think thats a good thing, but in actuality, the more casually they treat it, the more bizarre and foreign the topic feels.
Birth is such an extraordinary thing, and the way it was designed to the exact will always puzzle me on how precise everything has to be. I have never got the chance to experience it so I have no say in what goes on, but the way everything is simply, beautiful.
The birth of Mary was such a beautiful thing. She started out all wet and squishy but soon she was dried off and a cute bouncing baby. Her parents loved her but soon realized they didn’t have the time or the energy to take care of a baby. So she was put up for adoption. She stayed there for a few years until she was shoved deep into the foster care program where she met her new families one by one, but none of them stuck.She lived out her life until she escaped 5 years into her care…she is now lost to the world.
birth canal, afterbirth, a smack on the ass and a cry to say you’re alive and healthy, you take your first breath of real, sterile hospital air and you cry to the joyful tears of your mother, your father, they laugh while you cry, you’re a baby clown.
Is the beginning of something new, not just the beginning. The idea is that something better can come from what was, or that something bad may pave the way for something else good. While it often doesn’t turn out this way, birth is a positive thing. It ends and begins with birth.
birth is what happens when a life begins and a new life comes into this universe. its just as common as somebody leaving this universe as well. it all works as one big cycle.
She did all she could. She was carrying the gardener’s son. He said, he’d have her eyes, like blooming daisies, and her hairs, like copper threads. She could only smile at him, the tobacco skinned gardener, the father of the soon she’s soon give birth to.
i was born on august 8th, 1990. i don’t know much about the circumstances of my birth, other than it was by c-section. i know my dad couldn’t be in the room because he would faint, and that my grandma was in the room instead. i was originally due on my grandma’s birthday, august 22nd. i actually hate my birthday because i will be 21 much after almost all of my friends. yet i patiently wait for my birthday and hope that it will be the best one yet (since they have a history of being awful).
Birth is a wonderful thing and doesn’t mean it’s for everyone. Cheetahs frequently birth more than one pup at conception. Abortion should stay. What’s up with twins? Sextuplets…that’s funny! Wow birth is gross. I hope it doesn’t happen to me. Oh wait…I’m a man…yeah! I am the greatest
this is the beginning. no matter where or when it happens it is the point where you can leave everything else behind and just start over. everything is forgotten. it doesnt matter what mistakes have already been made because there lies a whole new path for you to start making mistakes on.
One of my biggest achievements has been the proverbial birth of my creativity and desire to help others into the public arena via a guided journal I have authored. It’s something I’m extremely proud of and very glad that after suffering from depression & anxiety for most of my life I can finally give something back to others who need to self nurture.
the beginning
happiness, declan, new life, pink laughter, staring over, love, babies, mommys, everything, new friends, peace, toys, giggles,
The woman’s screams ran up and down the walls of the hallway, as the sweating husband paced up and down, up and down. He was chewing on his thumb, the skin peeled back and ragged. Nurse bustled back and forth, the doors opening and closing as they shouldered through them. They wouldn’t tell him anything. Nothing. So he waited.
birth is a fabulous thing. it is a miracle. some people dont believe in miracles, but i do. i believe they happen every day. bit is a common miracle, you could say. but for each and every new mom and dad, it is a humongous miracle.
The birth of the little girl was a miracle. She wasn’t supposed to live, the doctors emphasized that. Yet here she was, wide eyed beauty in my arms.