Sometimes I wish I was never born. This world is a cruel place. All I do is get hurt. If I could go back and change what I did from birth to now, I would. Live fearless.
She entered the world like an orange peel. Splotchy, finely misted in some strange substance, and utterly, absolutely different on the inside. She did not move. She observed as they fussed about her, rushing to put some big plastic bother inside her nose, her mother’s face thrust anxiously forward (hoping to get a glance of her child), her father’s eyes leaning toward the ceiling (hoping to not see the child that was now his). She watched him the longest.
birth. well today is mother’s day. happy mother’s day to all those out there. don’t have a mother? neither do i….well i do. i just don’t know where she is. things happen (such a true statement) anyways birth seems pretty painful. but some day i’m going to have a child. and my world is going to change. kind of really scared. should i be? i think yes.
Everyone is born at some point in there life, and I don’t mean your actual birthday. It’s when you find yourself! Wow! I actually sounded metaphorical! Haha this is funny.
Today is my Dad’s birthday, he’s 39. I love my daddy so much! I hate to think of the day that he will no longer be around, i’ll miss him more than you will ever know or understand.
My mother gave birth to me 24 years ago. Today is Mother’s day and I have done nothing to show her how much she is appreciated. No card, no flowers, no hugs or kisses, no I love you’s. What a terrible daughter I am. My mother gave birth to me and I have given nothing to her.
Mother’s day is today. My mom gave birth to me, and this day was created to recognize her for that accomplishment. For having me and for raising me. Many women are not able to give birth. They adopt. Some women give birth but do not want the child– so they put them up for adoption. Some do not realize how hard it is for others to give birth. Moms are very special!
time, taken for granted,
to short our lives,
dreams, goals,
some never reached,
questions,
often very few answers,
our own quest,
traveled by only you.
My mother gave birth to me 24 years ago. Today is Mother’s day and I have done nothing to show her how much she is appreciated. No card, no flowers, no hugs or kisses, no I love you’s. What a terrible daughter I am. My mother gave birth to me and I have given nothing to her.
birth probably really hurts. fuck i got caps lock stuck. i was born almost 19 years ago to barbara and kenneth rutalis. i have an older brother named michael. apparently he did not want to talk me home from the hospital. but that’s okay i guess. i am here now. boooo.
estaba en mi cumpleaños y me mirabas a lo lejos yo no podía creer que estabas allí habías jurado no volver y habías traicionado a tu palabra pero estabas allí en mi cumpleaños en el día donde se conmemoraba mi nacimiento.. estabas parado frente a mi observándome me sonreías y traías un gran ramo de rosas venias a pedir disculpas después de nuestro ultimo encuentro.. te amaba y tu a mi.
On the first day of the first month. A man sat outside of the waiting room. Hoping and praying that the news would be good. His wife had gone into the hospital, two weeks before there baby was to be due. Blood had come as a surprise to both of them as they were celebrating their anniversary. What would it be? He wondered.
birth is a fresh start. a new beginning. a chance for parents to make a new life better than the one that they had. a chance to learn new things and make new mistakes. but in the end its just a cycle. and most people never realize that. but i did.
One day in the middle of the afternoon, a woman sat in the waiting room. Hoping and praying that the news was what she thought it was. Her family had been missing the extra addition that she thought that they deserved. The end results seemed positive. But, that could be inconclusive the doctor said.
When I was laying down next to you on the single bed, my fingers tracing your beautiful features I found a small scar under your right eye and you told me you got it when you cut out of your mother stomach at birth. Stupid doctors.
I wasn’t meant to be born. My mom had a period shortly after I was conceived I was born with a true Knot in my umbilical cord yet I was. My birth had a purpose i’m meant to be here…why I still am Is beyond me. If anyone knows that purpose please make me aware.
Birth.
It’s the start of the life process.
Then there’s that awkward moment before you die. Called life.
Haha. Anyways.
It’s officially been eighteen years since my birth. What a scary concept. I’m eighteen. A legal adult. Although my parents have made it clear that I’m still technically under their control.
But you know. Birth is important. Birth birth birth.
Ugh.
The beginning of life, the full experience of coming into the world around you. The wonderful awakening of possibilities and expectations and hopes and dreams. The love of your arrival of your existence. The forever progression of growth.
Well mother, how was it? Fast and furious is what you always told me. I arrived just in time for dinner. Bang on the day predicted. And I am always right on time!
What is this life? How we come and go into and out of this life? What a weird miracle we are.
All I can think of is my own. What I was told about it. It’s nothing I want to share though. But it brings up images, memories of what I imagine it was like – based on what I was told about that day. Memories of pictures I was shown. Of my baby book and clippings, pictures and cards from that day. Yellowed at the edges and shiny.
It was winter, not cold, not possessing the earthly vitality of spring, just plain winter. I was caught in the haze of whatever weather it was that caressed the day. Still and silent, my body refused to move. The child fell. All arms extended, hoping to catch the child. I just stood, staring blankly at them, as if I knew the outcome of the story. Nevertheless, the child fell and bumped his head against the solid furnace of the earth. The look in their eyes showed awe and disappointment and their mouths shaped an O.
The root of all true and evil. You desend upon what seems to be nothing and something is created. Birth of movement and imagination. Birth of anything is same as death of anything. Without one you can’t have the other.
When a baby comes out of a mothers vagina. A period when life comes into being. The time that comes nine months after conception. Often a result of unprotected sex. Usually ends in a baby. Many consider beautiful until they have either witnessed or experienced it.
Birth.. Yuck.. I was born once, was not fun. I screamed as soon as I was out. “Get me away from these stupid people!” Gosh, doctors think they know everything.
“Push! Push! Breathe!” The sobs tore through her as she tried, valiantly. I counted to ten and then turned myself just a bit more toward the opening as her muscles worked around me. I wanted, if I could, to make it easier on her. My shoulders compressed as I twisted down and down and bore closer to the light. Omniscience sucks, actually, because you remember each time, the pain you cause someone else as you complete this process. See, I had been “gifted” with the memory of every birth, every death, every lifetime. They said it was for my own good, but I think it was just a punishment for trying to steal the Gods’ Reckoning Book. They thought they’d hidden its location from me, but that’s the thing about omniscience. It means you know everything. And this time? This time I had a plan….
The beginning of life, the start of everything, the first and the fresh. It is what we would hope for in each new life. Perhaps to remove the errors of the past, moving beyond the burdens of the previous. What dreams may come then, and where will it lead us?
I don’t want to do a natural birth. I don’t care if it “the most beautiful thing ever”, the thing is, a human being is coming out of me. Ouch. I’ll be to busy pushing, and breathing, and who knows what else to see the beauty. Plus, I most likely won’t be able to see my feet.
when i was born it was in epsom. how ironic! i have no feelings for or against epsom. it is such a non place that means so little to me which is ironic because i was born there which is supposedly a big deal and i am intrinsically linked with a place to which i feel no connection at all.
he was born, feeble and wasted like the wreath around his mother’s throat. due to be imprisoned by the new life that will be a walking nightmare for years to come. would his mother gather her wits and raise him right?
Sometimes I wish I was never born. This world is a cruel place. All I do is get hurt. If I could go back and change what I did from birth to now, I would. Live fearless.
Birth means many things. To have a baby. To create something knew.
She screamed in pain. The child looked at her mother, who was giving birth.
Words that give birth to a hundred scorpions, every time you open your mouth time me.
She entered the world like an orange peel. Splotchy, finely misted in some strange substance, and utterly, absolutely different on the inside. She did not move. She observed as they fussed about her, rushing to put some big plastic bother inside her nose, her mother’s face thrust anxiously forward (hoping to get a glance of her child), her father’s eyes leaning toward the ceiling (hoping to not see the child that was now his). She watched him the longest.
birth. well today is mother’s day. happy mother’s day to all those out there. don’t have a mother? neither do i….well i do. i just don’t know where she is. things happen (such a true statement) anyways birth seems pretty painful. but some day i’m going to have a child. and my world is going to change. kind of really scared. should i be? i think yes.
Everyone is born at some point in there life, and I don’t mean your actual birthday. It’s when you find yourself! Wow! I actually sounded metaphorical! Haha this is funny.
Today is my Dad’s birthday, he’s 39. I love my daddy so much! I hate to think of the day that he will no longer be around, i’ll miss him more than you will ever know or understand.
The two most important events of your life you will not experience – birth and death. Luckily the middle is interesting.
My mother gave birth to me 24 years ago. Today is Mother’s day and I have done nothing to show her how much she is appreciated. No card, no flowers, no hugs or kisses, no I love you’s. What a terrible daughter I am. My mother gave birth to me and I have given nothing to her.
Mother’s day is today. My mom gave birth to me, and this day was created to recognize her for that accomplishment. For having me and for raising me. Many women are not able to give birth. They adopt. Some women give birth but do not want the child– so they put them up for adoption. Some do not realize how hard it is for others to give birth. Moms are very special!
time, taken for granted,
to short our lives,
dreams, goals,
some never reached,
questions,
often very few answers,
our own quest,
traveled by only you.
The head emerged from the birth canal, wet, slimy and with no real idea that life would get both better and worse than that exact moment.
My mother gave birth to me 24 years ago. Today is Mother’s day and I have done nothing to show her how much she is appreciated. No card, no flowers, no hugs or kisses, no I love you’s. What a terrible daughter I am. My mother gave birth to me and I have given nothing to her.
birth probably really hurts. fuck i got caps lock stuck. i was born almost 19 years ago to barbara and kenneth rutalis. i have an older brother named michael. apparently he did not want to talk me home from the hospital. but that’s okay i guess. i am here now. boooo.
well
estaba en mi cumpleaños y me mirabas a lo lejos yo no podía creer que estabas allí habías jurado no volver y habías traicionado a tu palabra pero estabas allí en mi cumpleaños en el día donde se conmemoraba mi nacimiento.. estabas parado frente a mi observándome me sonreías y traías un gran ramo de rosas venias a pedir disculpas después de nuestro ultimo encuentro.. te amaba y tu a mi.
On the first day of the first month. A man sat outside of the waiting room. Hoping and praying that the news would be good. His wife had gone into the hospital, two weeks before there baby was to be due. Blood had come as a surprise to both of them as they were celebrating their anniversary. What would it be? He wondered.
birth is a fresh start. a new beginning. a chance for parents to make a new life better than the one that they had. a chance to learn new things and make new mistakes. but in the end its just a cycle. and most people never realize that. but i did.
One day in the middle of the afternoon, a woman sat in the waiting room. Hoping and praying that the news was what she thought it was. Her family had been missing the extra addition that she thought that they deserved. The end results seemed positive. But, that could be inconclusive the doctor said.
Birth is the beginning of life. One person will never forget it, and the other will never remember it. But it is equally important to both.
Birth
the creator of life
nature
the way for existence
without it
nothing
When I was laying down next to you on the single bed, my fingers tracing your beautiful features I found a small scar under your right eye and you told me you got it when you cut out of your mother stomach at birth. Stupid doctors.
babies
nature
trees
baby animals
life death
pregnancy
mother
mother’s day!!
It happened suddenly. Wet. Warm. Wailing from the cold.
A joyfull and painful love
Nothing to be replaced
A mother alone at a bus stop
No way to care for her child
Don’t leave me
A child wants life
Don’t leave me
A child wants future
Don’t leave me
I child needs a future.
Soon after we passed through the darkest, tightest path this world has to offer, our mother held us with great joy.
I wasn’t meant to be born. My mom had a period shortly after I was conceived I was born with a true Knot in my umbilical cord yet I was. My birth had a purpose i’m meant to be here…why I still am Is beyond me. If anyone knows that purpose please make me aware.
Birth.
It’s the start of the life process.
Then there’s that awkward moment before you die. Called life.
Haha. Anyways.
It’s officially been eighteen years since my birth. What a scary concept. I’m eighteen. A legal adult. Although my parents have made it clear that I’m still technically under their control.
But you know. Birth is important. Birth birth birth.
Ugh.
The beginning of life, the full experience of coming into the world around you. The wonderful awakening of possibilities and expectations and hopes and dreams. The love of your arrival of your existence. The forever progression of growth.
Well mother, how was it? Fast and furious is what you always told me. I arrived just in time for dinner. Bang on the day predicted. And I am always right on time!
What is this life? How we come and go into and out of this life? What a weird miracle we are.
Birth.
All I can think of is my own. What I was told about it. It’s nothing I want to share though. But it brings up images, memories of what I imagine it was like – based on what I was told about that day. Memories of pictures I was shown. Of my baby book and clippings, pictures and cards from that day. Yellowed at the edges and shiny.
It was winter, not cold, not possessing the earthly vitality of spring, just plain winter. I was caught in the haze of whatever weather it was that caressed the day. Still and silent, my body refused to move. The child fell. All arms extended, hoping to catch the child. I just stood, staring blankly at them, as if I knew the outcome of the story. Nevertheless, the child fell and bumped his head against the solid furnace of the earth. The look in their eyes showed awe and disappointment and their mouths shaped an O.
The root of all true and evil. You desend upon what seems to be nothing and something is created. Birth of movement and imagination. Birth of anything is same as death of anything. Without one you can’t have the other.
When a baby comes out of a mothers vagina. A period when life comes into being. The time that comes nine months after conception. Often a result of unprotected sex. Usually ends in a baby. Many consider beautiful until they have either witnessed or experienced it.
Birth.. Yuck.. I was born once, was not fun. I screamed as soon as I was out. “Get me away from these stupid people!” Gosh, doctors think they know everything.
“Push! Push! Breathe!” The sobs tore through her as she tried, valiantly. I counted to ten and then turned myself just a bit more toward the opening as her muscles worked around me. I wanted, if I could, to make it easier on her. My shoulders compressed as I twisted down and down and bore closer to the light. Omniscience sucks, actually, because you remember each time, the pain you cause someone else as you complete this process. See, I had been “gifted” with the memory of every birth, every death, every lifetime. They said it was for my own good, but I think it was just a punishment for trying to steal the Gods’ Reckoning Book. They thought they’d hidden its location from me, but that’s the thing about omniscience. It means you know everything. And this time? This time I had a plan….
The beginning of life, the start of everything, the first and the fresh. It is what we would hope for in each new life. Perhaps to remove the errors of the past, moving beyond the burdens of the previous. What dreams may come then, and where will it lead us?
I don’t want to do a natural birth. I don’t care if it “the most beautiful thing ever”, the thing is, a human being is coming out of me. Ouch. I’ll be to busy pushing, and breathing, and who knows what else to see the beauty. Plus, I most likely won’t be able to see my feet.
when i was born it was in epsom. how ironic! i have no feelings for or against epsom. it is such a non place that means so little to me which is ironic because i was born there which is supposedly a big deal and i am intrinsically linked with a place to which i feel no connection at all.
he was born, feeble and wasted like the wreath around his mother’s throat. due to be imprisoned by the new life that will be a walking nightmare for years to come. would his mother gather her wits and raise him right?