follow the yellow brick path ?

im in front of two path ways. Ive been traveling for a long time with this heavy backpack. im all alone and I am tired. its cold and all I want to do is get to the top of the mountain. in order to continue my journey I must choose a path . so I sit there and observe. both paths have light which is good because ill need to see. but the lights are different. the path on the left has the brightest light. it looks as though the light will never go dim. but the right path is another story. the beginning of the path is bright but as I stare further down the path, the light get dimmer and dimmer. I can't pick a path yet though. I just remembered I have a flashlight in my baq, which I wouldn't mind using to help me see. so i observe some more. I look at the qround in both paths and notice they are not the same. the qround on the left path is full of sand. I look closely to see if there is any shells. there's none. so I look at the qround in the riqht path. all I can see is rocks. rocks of all different sizes. there are some pointy rocks and some smooth rocks. but I can't choose a path yet. im still looking down and see the sneakers that's on my feet. with sneakers Ill be able to step on the rocks. so now I just listen. in the left path I can hear a bird . maybe two birds actually. their sound is beautiful. but it seems like their sound will never stop. so I listen to the riqht path. I don't hear anythinq. the sound of silence is beautiful too but just in case I remember I have my ipod in my baq that has my favorite music. I do not observe any further. im ready to choose the path. the left path would be the easiest way to qo and I know this. but I don't chose the left path, I chose the right. I know that there are some obstacles that come with the riqht path but I don't care. why else am I holding this backpack ?


ps : in case you were wondering the reason why i dont put pictures on my bloq is because id rather you create your own image.

kinda refreshed

My heart is somewhat broken
I suffer from great pain
Some people stop and wonder
Is that girl insane?
Though people try to help me
Mend my broken heart
I'm starting to get better
But they'll never fill the part
The part that's dark and empty
Gloomy and ice cold
I'm hoping I'll get better
Or so I have been told


the whole " broken heart" saying isnt really something i use.
i actually hate using it. but i guess its fine just this once.

my next post will be positive i promise :]

the endinq words

I've always gave the advice " don't keep everything bottled inside you gotta let it out. " and I've also been told " express your feelings its always helps , just say what's on your mind don't hold back ". well fck the advice I was giving & fck the advice that was qave to me. im always about what I say but this time I just can't do it. sometimes you just need to keep things bottled inside. it may hurt you but its nothing compared to what your gonna feel after you've let it out. especially if its a confession. id advise you NEVER to confess, they always turn out bad. Just keep it to yourself it saves a lot of everything . don't always say what's on your mind either. I've learned some things are just better off unsaid. if holding back is what you feel the need to do then do it. for the rest of your life if you need to . beats the awkwardness that may be ahead. the safe side is always the best side. wouldn't you agree ?! but you know what, out of all the bullshit advice your qoinq to hear and give ALWAYS remember this " if someone shows you who they are believe them ". I mean how could that advice do you wronq ?


im having a moment I know. this bloq is the only way I can express what I feel and not care ; cuss it can't say anything back

confession letter

DEAR,

everyday as a person I create memories. some memories I love to remember and others I wish I would forget. creating memories with you is easy. However, making you a memory is extremely difficult. I know ill have to do it one day, I just can't imagine when Ill be able too. im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry .. I know I didn't do anything wrong but isn't that what people say when they want forgiveness. wanting to talk to you, chill with you, be apart of your life, and when one forgives everything goes back to the way it was. so sorry ! do you forgive me ? there's just so many things that was left unsaid. is still not said. im scared and im just sorry. ugh there I go with that word again. can it be that simple? can one word do it . I know the answer is no but it was you that told me never give up on hope. I love you . Im in love with you and been for quite some time. I can't stop thinking about you, I think its the craziest thing. your the only one I've felt this way about. please don't make me run from this feeling. I have trust issues, I trust you with my life. does that mean something? its not about us being in relationship, its about us having a relationship. does that make sense? you being apart of my life is all I want. all I've ever wanted. I can say much more but I won't take up anymore of your time . sorry

sincerely,

just a note

just something to think about .

looking at lifes interactions
we go for self satisfactions
not really knowing the outcome
just doinq it for the out cum

Reflection

I am a daughter, a sister , a grand-daughter, a nice, a cousin, a aunt, and a friend. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and caring, thoughtful and hopeful. I am sick and tired. I am shy and friendly, careful and carless. I am broken and whole, misunderstood, misguided, and mislead. I am hard working and determined but a little scared on the inside. I listen to others who won't listen to me. I walk on eggshells and walk on fire, I believe in passion but not true love. I love you and push you away. I want you but not so close. I am everything and nothing all at once, and all i want is for you to love me !

wrote a while ago but feel the same if not stronger ....

life is crazy things happen and you just don't know why, sometimes you wanna die or better yet you just sit there and cry. trusting people is just so hard, I've been hurt so many times inside is scarred. trying to seem happy walking around with a smile on my face, when many times happy is not the case. when you look at me what do you see, im trying to find out who I am in life or at least who I wanna be. I guess you can say life is full of choices but how can you chose when there's so many voices?

Run Forest Run !

lmao , I know the titles random right ? but w.e , its best that way ;] most teenagers do not like running . I blame it on the gym teachers that make you run a million laps in gym , but still I LOVE RUNNING .if you know me well then your probably confused , juss like my best friend tatianna was a couple of days ago when I told her I ran 4 miles . Kelli wilson , running ? " she won't even run to catch a bus "I know you've went downtown and seen your bus about to pull off , instantly you start running in hopes that you'll catch it . but for me , that's just something I won't do . nor will I run on a track team. now your probably thinking , this girl is nuts im gonna stop reading this blog now , she is contradicting herself hunh ? lmao . well let me explain myself . In the case of the bus situation , I simply don't like running by force . And I do not find joy out of running against people either , I hate it actually and that's why track is not an option. i run because it makes me feel free. free from all my problems , all my pain , and all my worries. I tend to think of running as my escape . when im running , I feel like as long as I keep running nothing can touch me . and that is truly the best feeling in the world .

" Hakuna Matata "

Hello there .

Hello :] my name is kelli & i intend on becoming a writer . poetry has a very biq impact on my life . i was taught to take life as it comes , & take every situation as a lesson learned whether its a good lesson or a bad one . I try to be a strong person but i have my moments , who doesnt ? i never really thought about bloqqinq but some friends told me that i should , and to become a writer i have to start somewhere , so why not here ?