The Poetry of My Soul
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Forgiveness Is a Must by dina_toma2015
Forgiveness Is a Must
dina_toma2015
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"Why do you feel nothing after your loved ones forgive you for a mistake?" When we hurt someone, even if only with words, we regret it, but we also take their love for granted afterwards. We say we're sorry and ask for forgiveness because it seems normal to us, it makes us feel better, and we know very well that they'll only forgive us because they love us, and that makes us feel good for the moment . Everything is back to normal. But we never ask ourselves why we are doing this. Why are we taking advantage of their feelings just to make ourselves feel better? What do we actually feel? Why do we force our loved ones to forgive us when in fact they still suffer because of us? Why do we make them suffer just to comfort ourselves? Take a moment and think about how you really feel. What you feel when you think about your loved ones being hurt by you? If you really care about them, you think a simple ''I'm sorry'' would do?No. You need to show them how you feel, talk to them, open your heart, show them that you are truly sorry, make an effort, an effort for them and for you, don't just follow a repetitive cycle that won't bring anything good. An "I'm sorry" can sometimes hurt more than what it brought you to say that sentence.
Dorința Morții by dina_toma2015
Dorința Morții
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Această poveste reflectă gândurile negre pe care le-am avut fiecare dintre noi măcar o dată de lungul vieții noastre. Acele gânduri rele care te chinuie și nu te lasă să dormi noaptea, făcându-te să te devalorizezi singur mai mult decât ai fost devalorizat de cei din jurul tău. (Dacă empatizezi cu această poezie, sau doar ești bântuit de propriile gânduri negre, exprimă-le, oricum vrei tu, exprimă-le. Sper ca așa, durerea care te consumă pe dinăuntru să nu se mai resimtă atât de tare. Pentru mine a mers, merită să încerci.)
Dancing to the Feeling by dina_toma2015
Dancing to the Feeling
dina_toma2015
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This poem represents to a certain extent my story, how music and dance are a part of me, even if I am a person with two left feet. I love music and I love to dance, it's my passion. Even if I don't know how to dance, I'm still going to keep dancing, because that makes me happy.
Singurătate, iad sau eliberare? by dina_toma2015
Singurătate, iad sau eliberare?
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Singurătatea este o stare emoţională cu multe feţe, nu înseamnă doar depresie şi izolare, cu toate că de cele mai multe ori când te simţi singur parcă eşti izolat de toţi şi toate, şi atunci depresia te cuprinde, există şi cazuri în care singurătatea este o dorinţă a omului şi o salvare a sinelui. Doar pentru că te simţi singur nu înseamnă neapărat că eşti singur, şi doar pentru că eşti înconjurat de multă lume nu înseamnă neapărat că nu te simţi singur.
The Words by dina_toma2015
The Words
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Words can be good or bad, just one word can heal or kill you. We need to learn how to use the words because their power is the most powerful weapon.
Depression by dina_toma2015
Depression
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Depression is a feeling that every person faces at some point. The feeling caused by depression is difficult to overcome, but not impossible, you just have to trust yourself and only think about the things that make you happy.
Love by dina_toma2015
Love
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Love is a complicated emotion that can be interpreted in diverse way, but the heart can't be controlled and will always look for her other half.
Your Eyes by dina_toma2015
Your Eyes
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You can lie to make someone happy, but your eyes are always reflect the truth untold.
My Mother, My precious treasure by dina_toma2015
My Mother, My precious treasure
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This is a poem I made for my mother on International Women's Day. This poem describes my mother from my point of view, as her child.