Shealea writes is a personal project geared towards motivating myself to string my musings, sentiments and wishful thinking into (what I hope to be are) comprehensible sentences, eventually weaving them into collections of paragraphs that reflect the intricacies and outright eccentricities of my psyche. Free-style and creative writing, if you will. Where the lines between what is present in my life and what exists only in imagination are utterly, interminably blurred.

In other words, Shealea writes is basically just that: me writing with reckless abandon (which typically occurs during the ungodly hours of the morning).


[1] First 2 AM Thoughts of 2016


[1] Why you will never find your name in any of my sonnets


At the start of 2016, I decided to try writing poetry again (keyword: try). I haven’t written one since I graduated from high school. Aside from being awful in coming up with decent rhymes and counting measures, I was also terrible when it came to picking out titles for my works. I personally found naming poetry as the most difficult part of the creative process.

Because of this, I opted to leave my collection of poetic attempts unnamed and untitled. For the most part, that is. In order to differentiate my works from one another, I decided to classify them numerically based on the chronological order of when I wrote them. Note, however, not all of my poetic attempts will be posted and made accessible on my blog for multiple, personal reasons.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-one | Twenty-two | Twenty-three