Dina Hana

Joined August 2022

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I am a poet and storyteller. I love to share compelling stories and am ALWAYS vulnerable. Life is too short to hold things in, especially feelings.

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Love in Four
When I'm able to hold your hand When my lips meet your lips When our eyes lock It's all pure gold What I call home Such a deep love
By Dina Hana9 months ago in Poets
Birds of Improbable Paradise
"Oh, Dear Lord," I can't help but think to myself as I see a massive Philadelphia Eagles beach umbrella lying camp in front of me. As if the beach umbrella wasn't extra enough, the man who owns the novelty umbrella also is sporting Philadelphia eagles swim trunks and a Philadelphia eagles sunhat. Of course, how could he forget his Philadelphia eagles beach towel? This man is ridiculous. So is the idea of him blocking my sun! & My designer beach aesthetic, too, ugh.
By Dina Hanaabout a year ago in Fiction
Trauma Memoirs
"FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK" I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face. I looked insane, without a doubt, and the faces of the people at the beach confirmed that.
By Dina Hanaabout a year ago in Journal
Unburdening Nightmares
There was once a time I was afraid to dream Fear of the places my mind would take me overpowered me Would I return to the treacherous landscapes I've seen?
By Dina Hanaabout a year ago in Poets
How Rare
How rare it is to live through pain But still, see beauty To still have hope How rare it is to change perspective Ushering light into a world of darkness
By Dina Hanaabout a year ago in Poets
Toxic or Naw?
“Hey Alexa, set a reminder for 1 hour to change the laundry out.” I felt silly that I needed these reminders. I am an adult, for fucks sake. However, I had grown my self-awareness to know when I needed help, like recently. It is OK to accept it, even if it is in the form of my virtual assistant. At least, that is what one of the mods in the self-help subreddit I began following said.
By Dina Hanaabout a year ago in Fiction
Life Is A Strange Dream
A divine figure came to me in a strange dream It proceeded to craft a world I'd never seen As if with the hand of god, it gave light
By Dina Hanaabout a year ago in Poets
Chronicles of a Cloudy Gem
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. “My ears, damn it!” the man next to me shouts in my face, unamused by my eye roll.
By Dina Hana2 years ago in Futurism
This Strange Life
I am a week away from entering my 31st revolution around the sun. A very strange age; I guess it is only strange due to the societal pressures put on women both before and after they turn 30. When I think of aging, I truly pay it no mind. However, once you are 30, it feels like each year forward is a milestone in and of itself. Throw in the other milestones you are told you should have met (marriage, children, travel, career, etc.), and you kind of get this big shock.
By Dina Hana2 years ago in Humans

Dina Hana

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Love in Four

Birds of Improbable Paradise

Trauma Memoirs

Unburdening Nightmares

How Rare

Toxic or Naw?

Life Is A Strange Dream

Chronicles of a Cloudy Gem

This Strange Life

Stories (9/0)