The infant smelled wonderful. Felt soft and cuddly.Babies need tender loving care always to get them through the day.
Chris G
Her infant eyes stared lovingly up at her father as she cooed happily and kicked her soft, chubby little legs.
The baby was content, but Daddy was far from pleased. This was the biggest poopy diaper he had ever seen.
Chuck Meacham
Infant mortality rate is one of the factors that we should consider in determining a country’s standard of living.
ke hui
this reminds me of something so extremly fragile. ive always been scared to hold babies. i dont know why i guess im pretty sure i might find a way to break them. which makes me never want to have one. imagine breaking a baby
danielle
infancy. the beginning of time when you’re thrown into this hellhole. I laugh as I stand on the beach at how beautiful everything looks but I cannot wrap my head around this actual existance we have. I try to imagine the planet from miles and miles away and it makes things seem insignificant at times, yet they seem to be so real at the moment. any way, back to infants, infants make me think of kids, kids and mosquito bites. I dont know why, but they do, ahhhh i cant fucking write, i feel like im terrible at this, im not even kidding fuck fuck fuck red red red red red red red red almost done almost done. Done, haha
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under a truck a hand muffles the bruises and a howl breaks lose from the infants belly. this thing under here has been scratched.
matt
I don’t like babies
brittany <3bc
Infants cry and toddlers scream, their crawling at my feet. I’m overwhelmed with things I have no control over, but whenever you walk in the room I sware everything just stops, even if only for a second.
You’re the best thing I never had
You are everything that is oh-so-cliche
You came right out of a book
from the fairy tale page
You are perfect in every way but doll
just not for me
I don’t have plastic-coated dreams.
Cheyenne
i held pockets full of your teeth. baby teeth, teeth that smelt of innocence.
i strung them onto a silver chain, placing it gently around my neck i kept them with me.
12 white gems, more precious than any pearl.
a reminder when i forgot to smile.
koby
Infancy is a state in which one is more aware of one’s surroundings in a way than adulthood. As an adult, everything one perceives is through the filters of one’s knowledge and beliefs. An infant, in this sense, is untainted. Thus, while infant is a lot less protected than an adult, it is also a lot more free.
Abir
An infant moment between the darkness and indecision evolved quickly to where bitter things were said. Then, wobbly people steadied themselves to look away from each other. This turned into a freedom of a kind.
Joy Cagil
small babies
anoop
you’re a newborn
you’re freshly wrapped and lyin there
you’re made for me
don’t cry coz you’re helpless
don’t push me away with soft pink fingers
let me love you.
it’s a dirty job but you know
you know you got me hooked and waiting
Frehley Fox
There he sat, crying like a siren. The bombs started dropping, the church was demolished. We ran for the shelter, but the smoke was too thick, and we ended up hiding in the shattered amusement park. His wailing continued as the thump and burst of destruction crept towards us. We covered our ears and hoped the infant would calm.
Brian Slusher
young, from the french world for child,childish, small, innocent, young
stu
A memento of life; how we cherish what we see as beautiful, in our own eyes.
But what of the damned and beaten? Is it truly fair that we shun those for the faults they cannot help?
Every infant contains the same trait; uniqueness.
Samantha
oh georgous baby. you know i just had a dream which showed me quite clearly i really don’t want a baby or a child which is sad on the one hand but kind of good to know. sad on both hands really. altho it was clear what i want is to pursue different interests, my passion lies there.
kate
Infants don’t have any worries. Life gets harder each year you live it, because there are always new problems and worries, and you never leave the old ones behind, at least not completely. But then, there’s also more joy – and more everything – it’s just harder.
Sara
When I look at babies I try to think of what they’ll grow up to be. A murderer? Drug addict? Politician? Sleeze bag? Then i think about their mothers and how they feel whenever the baby gets older. They’re the old ones when the baby is young and thriving.
Rebecca.
Babies are so crazy. They take away your life. I would never want one, especially at a young age. I’m a child, I don’t want to raise another one. I couldn’t do it. I would be a terrible mother. I wouldn’t want it to turn out like me. Ever.
Nicky
u little cuddly soft innocent bear. why are you so teary, your eyes are so wet can i dry them for you. it started as a lovable story but the end was quite blurry and stinkyyyyyyyyyyyy.
When you were a child, crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud, now your voice is too loud. Not my own words, but what has been recently? I want to meet new faces, even if it means risking exposing myself to the world. I’m ready to live and let live. Lloyd, I’m ready to be heartbroken.
hugarbol
A state I want to return to. No cares, no idea regarding the chaotic world but reliant on the world to survive.
Chris
Nearly bald and beat red, he came out screaming at me. I have never seen anyone so pissed off. All I could think of was, hey, kid, you have a nerve being mad at me.
Susan @ 2kop
So there is this small creature, she is staring at me, her eyes are so big, so pure and trusting. I wonder what she is thinking as she grasps my finger in her small, delicate hand. I take her and hug her, so close to me, she is mine.
kas
A small human, tiny hands, just sitting there. Exploring the new world around it…Wondering… Peacefully.. Soon awaits the growth of this beautiful creature..
anonomous
i really do not enjoy being around babies, i find them rather annoying. Some day i would really like to have a kid but honestly it would be nice if they were born at the maturity of age 8. However, i do find the mind and simplicity of an infant to be quite beautiful.
John Kuehl
the child like state of much we see around us. It could be a conceptual idea of something starting out as new, or progress and origin, or it could be used as a means of retraction (saying as we go backwards rather than forwards). For example, one could say that my elongated sentence used to analyze and summarize “infancy” as a means of retraction or “re-infantizing” my ability to write in such a manner, thus being negative.
Anonymous
She held the infant in her hands, trying hard to believe that this moment would never leave her memory, would never escape the folds of her mind. It was a moment like this one, when you were reunited with the one you loved most, that life truly meant something to you. It’s a moment like this one when life becomes more than living, more than holding on. It’s the moment that you realize, nothing will ever again be quite the same.
Amanda
being an infant is extremely simple. you have no cares in the world. i dont know you have to try for something. you cry for it. you cry and cry and cry… and you get it. you know why you get it? cause you can’t get it by yourself, and have others who love you.
kevin
who thought an infant could cause so much trouble in their lives?? first the getting pregnant, using positions that brought no pleasure, taking temperatures, dashing home to do the deed only to have a long pregnancy that was fraught with problems. the birth moved from lamaze breathing to a c-section that had to go vertical on her belly.
the cord was around his neck, he was blue, ugly with hair all over, and basically resembled an ape.
I can’t think of anything more contrasting than that.
Myona
infant are babies. Babies are pure… like white papers. Adults paint colors on those white sheets.
kate
like an infant with eyes new to light, new to good sights and new to bad, I can’t see you without accepting you as you are, I don’t know any other way to see you.
wigout
In the moonlight, I watched her infant cheeks expand like small, flesh-colored balloons. She slept in a small dresser drawer; the only thing we had small enough to keep her snug and still. Three weeks she would be with us and then we would part ways and her cheeks would stop expanding.
Kemari
they are small and fragile, they hold our future in their hands. They are the keepers of time, because as we watch them grow that is how we generally refer to our sense of time. “when johnny was 5 we went on vacation to
conor
infants.
infants.
infants.
whut?
the world seems to full of them.
right now i feel like an infant in a centrifuge of quadratic formulas. im confused.
whut.
im cracking under the pressure man.
uh,
Sugarloaf
no no no no no no no no well maybe not
the thing is that an infant is not or only cannot be without age. The idea of an infant is based on only its age. Its shape is invaluable to the bearer of the name, its weight not required. This distinction is thus based on systems of life and that is not the most plausible.
The infant smelled wonderful. Felt soft and cuddly.Babies need tender loving care always to get them through the day.
Her infant eyes stared lovingly up at her father as she cooed happily and kicked her soft, chubby little legs.
The baby was content, but Daddy was far from pleased. This was the biggest poopy diaper he had ever seen.
Infant mortality rate is one of the factors that we should consider in determining a country’s standard of living.
this reminds me of something so extremly fragile. ive always been scared to hold babies. i dont know why i guess im pretty sure i might find a way to break them. which makes me never want to have one. imagine breaking a baby
infancy. the beginning of time when you’re thrown into this hellhole. I laugh as I stand on the beach at how beautiful everything looks but I cannot wrap my head around this actual existance we have. I try to imagine the planet from miles and miles away and it makes things seem insignificant at times, yet they seem to be so real at the moment. any way, back to infants, infants make me think of kids, kids and mosquito bites. I dont know why, but they do, ahhhh i cant fucking write, i feel like im terrible at this, im not even kidding fuck fuck fuck red red red red red red red red almost done almost done. Done, haha
under a truck a hand muffles the bruises and a howl breaks lose from the infants belly. this thing under here has been scratched.
I don’t like babies
Infants cry and toddlers scream, their crawling at my feet. I’m overwhelmed with things I have no control over, but whenever you walk in the room I sware everything just stops, even if only for a second.
You’re the best thing I never had
You are everything that is oh-so-cliche
You came right out of a book
from the fairy tale page
You are perfect in every way but doll
just not for me
I don’t have plastic-coated dreams.
i held pockets full of your teeth. baby teeth, teeth that smelt of innocence.
i strung them onto a silver chain, placing it gently around my neck i kept them with me.
12 white gems, more precious than any pearl.
a reminder when i forgot to smile.
Infancy is a state in which one is more aware of one’s surroundings in a way than adulthood. As an adult, everything one perceives is through the filters of one’s knowledge and beliefs. An infant, in this sense, is untainted. Thus, while infant is a lot less protected than an adult, it is also a lot more free.
An infant moment between the darkness and indecision evolved quickly to where bitter things were said. Then, wobbly people steadied themselves to look away from each other. This turned into a freedom of a kind.
small babies
you’re a newborn
you’re freshly wrapped and lyin there
you’re made for me
don’t cry coz you’re helpless
don’t push me away with soft pink fingers
let me love you.
it’s a dirty job but you know
you know you got me hooked and waiting
There he sat, crying like a siren. The bombs started dropping, the church was demolished. We ran for the shelter, but the smoke was too thick, and we ended up hiding in the shattered amusement park. His wailing continued as the thump and burst of destruction crept towards us. We covered our ears and hoped the infant would calm.
young, from the french world for child,childish, small, innocent, young
A memento of life; how we cherish what we see as beautiful, in our own eyes.
But what of the damned and beaten? Is it truly fair that we shun those for the faults they cannot help?
Every infant contains the same trait; uniqueness.
oh georgous baby. you know i just had a dream which showed me quite clearly i really don’t want a baby or a child which is sad on the one hand but kind of good to know. sad on both hands really. altho it was clear what i want is to pursue different interests, my passion lies there.
Infants don’t have any worries. Life gets harder each year you live it, because there are always new problems and worries, and you never leave the old ones behind, at least not completely. But then, there’s also more joy – and more everything – it’s just harder.
When I look at babies I try to think of what they’ll grow up to be. A murderer? Drug addict? Politician? Sleeze bag? Then i think about their mothers and how they feel whenever the baby gets older. They’re the old ones when the baby is young and thriving.
Babies are so crazy. They take away your life. I would never want one, especially at a young age. I’m a child, I don’t want to raise another one. I couldn’t do it. I would be a terrible mother. I wouldn’t want it to turn out like me. Ever.
u little cuddly soft innocent bear. why are you so teary, your eyes are so wet can i dry them for you. it started as a lovable story but the end was quite blurry and stinkyyyyyyyyyyyy.
islam muslim religious pious heaven right path
little. soft. innocent. teary. wet. dry. stinky.lovable. start. blurry.
When you were a child, crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud, now your voice is too loud. Not my own words, but what has been recently? I want to meet new faces, even if it means risking exposing myself to the world. I’m ready to live and let live. Lloyd, I’m ready to be heartbroken.
A state I want to return to. No cares, no idea regarding the chaotic world but reliant on the world to survive.
Nearly bald and beat red, he came out screaming at me. I have never seen anyone so pissed off. All I could think of was, hey, kid, you have a nerve being mad at me.
So there is this small creature, she is staring at me, her eyes are so big, so pure and trusting. I wonder what she is thinking as she grasps my finger in her small, delicate hand. I take her and hug her, so close to me, she is mine.
A small human, tiny hands, just sitting there. Exploring the new world around it…Wondering… Peacefully.. Soon awaits the growth of this beautiful creature..
i really do not enjoy being around babies, i find them rather annoying. Some day i would really like to have a kid but honestly it would be nice if they were born at the maturity of age 8. However, i do find the mind and simplicity of an infant to be quite beautiful.
the child like state of much we see around us. It could be a conceptual idea of something starting out as new, or progress and origin, or it could be used as a means of retraction (saying as we go backwards rather than forwards). For example, one could say that my elongated sentence used to analyze and summarize “infancy” as a means of retraction or “re-infantizing” my ability to write in such a manner, thus being negative.
She held the infant in her hands, trying hard to believe that this moment would never leave her memory, would never escape the folds of her mind. It was a moment like this one, when you were reunited with the one you loved most, that life truly meant something to you. It’s a moment like this one when life becomes more than living, more than holding on. It’s the moment that you realize, nothing will ever again be quite the same.
being an infant is extremely simple. you have no cares in the world. i dont know you have to try for something. you cry for it. you cry and cry and cry… and you get it. you know why you get it? cause you can’t get it by yourself, and have others who love you.
who thought an infant could cause so much trouble in their lives?? first the getting pregnant, using positions that brought no pleasure, taking temperatures, dashing home to do the deed only to have a long pregnancy that was fraught with problems. the birth moved from lamaze breathing to a c-section that had to go vertical on her belly.
the cord was around his neck, he was blue, ugly with hair all over, and basically resembled an ape.
and never was anyone so welcomed into the world.
Infantry soldiers. Infants. Infantry soldiers. Infants. Infantry soldiers. Infants.
I can’t think of anything more contrasting than that.
infant are babies. Babies are pure… like white papers. Adults paint colors on those white sheets.
like an infant with eyes new to light, new to good sights and new to bad, I can’t see you without accepting you as you are, I don’t know any other way to see you.
In the moonlight, I watched her infant cheeks expand like small, flesh-colored balloons. She slept in a small dresser drawer; the only thing we had small enough to keep her snug and still. Three weeks she would be with us and then we would part ways and her cheeks would stop expanding.
they are small and fragile, they hold our future in their hands. They are the keepers of time, because as we watch them grow that is how we generally refer to our sense of time. “when johnny was 5 we went on vacation to
infants.
infants.
infants.
whut?
the world seems to full of them.
right now i feel like an infant in a centrifuge of quadratic formulas. im confused.
whut.
im cracking under the pressure man.
uh,
no no no no no no no no well maybe not
the thing is that an infant is not or only cannot be without age. The idea of an infant is based on only its age. Its shape is invaluable to the bearer of the name, its weight not required. This distinction is thus based on systems of life and that is not the most plausible.