*~*~* My glittering stars *~*~*

Bullies. I’m pretty sure we’ve all come across at least a couple in our lives. I’m also pretty sure that most of us have probably fallen victim to their bullying at some point or other. I’m sure statistics would tell us just what percentage of the population has been bullied. Except that the statistics would be wrong. I’d make book on that fact. There is a simple reason behind this thought; lots of people will never admit that they were bullied. Every so often I sort of forget about bullying a little bit, just for a tiny while. I’m an adult and I don’t have any children yet, so why should it be on my mind? But of course that’s not how it is at all. In a world full of social media and constant bitchiness in the tabloids and gossip magazines creating an environment where being openly nasty to another human being is “ok”, bullying is not only commonplace amongst all generations, it now has more outlets, excuses and possibility for harm than ever before. Now it can be anonymous, and

A small poem from June 2011. Two little paper tickets, so fragile in my hand. Is this really all that's left? Was it just a one night stand? The tickets are pretty crumpled now, a reflection of my heart. Guess I've known this was coming right from the start. I thought that I could love you. Was that just your charm? Or the butterflies I felt every time you touched my arm? I know the signs. I'm cynical to the bone. Perhaps this time I was just to scared by the thought of being alone.  I liked to dream the dream of one day being someone's wife, but I guess that will never be. So I'll shove the tickets in a box under my bed along with the rest of my life and the dream that's not for me. 

A little poem from June 2010. To say I never loved you, Would probably be a lie. You made me feel amazing, Before you made me cry.  Perhaps if things were different I never would have cared, But I do have fond memories Of ll the moments we shared. But that's all it'll ever be; Memories of long ago. But I would do it all again the same Even knowing what I know.  I'll always feel a little bit broken, A part of me not quite right. When people try to get close, I'll forever put up a fight. But time is the greatest healer And hopefully my heart will mend. But I'll always remember that moment in time That I prayed would have no end.