Hi, I’m Sierra Mazzucca. I want to welcome to my little corner of the internet—where words find their way through the heart’s tangled paths. This blog is home to poetry born from the quiet and loud moments of life. I write to give shape to what we often struggle to say—grief, love, healing, hope, faith, and the simple weight of everyday experience. Whether you’re navigating mental health challenges, processing loss, celebrating love, or searching for something deeper, I hope my words meet you where you are. Each poem is a reflection, a release, a reminder that you’re not alone. Thank you for being here.

  • Love Cartridge

    She’s easy on the eyes. Funny most of the time. She isn’t a mess ,and is comforting when you don’t feel your best. She answers your calls and responds to your texts. even if they come in after she is fast asleep in bed. Because your number bypasses the DND mode she has set. Yet she’s still not who you picture when you close your eyes to rest. When you paint a picture of your future, there is no resemblance of her, wearing your family crest. She is only a past time, until you find someone that fits your look and matches your perfect filtered life. The one I used to hope for, the one I once prayed could be mine. But where I see something, you choose to be blind. I am not the ideal lover you dreamed, you’d find. I don’t match anything you typically like. Still, you take and take from my well of life. You lie to continue your use of me, until you find a new source that meets your supply, for your edited For you page life. And After you depleted my cartridges of love, you leave me alone and left to replenish what you needlessly drained me of. I will mention I am not free from all the blame, I actively and willingly chose to participate. I chose, so I can choose differently. I think I am finally ready to choose me, indefinitely. #gotrespectforme.

    Sierra Mazzucca

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    #Gotrespect#me

  • The human role

    My higher power makes magic, right in front of me out of what’s inside of me. As I am made in his image. Sometimes I am too self absorbed to see or believe. I question every good thing, with, are you sure this is for me? I am sincerely wondering if he’s finally tired of performing miracles of magic within me. Because to be fair, I am exhausted, and he’s the one that’s been carrying me. I’m the person who questions everything, even if I know it all works out eventually. And it does, but not because of me. Though I may be his biggest pain so, I know he’s somewhere throwing his arms up because of me. Still loves me. Anyone else would’ve given up on me. But he shows up for me. Though sometimes I would love to believe that I too have magic, and I’m not just a measly human being. But I am , and I forget that GOD complex is easy for me to slip back into and play make believe. I have to learn to be a willing audience member when it comes to him performing magic, while using me. Without questioning, are you sure this was meant for me? Because obviously there has to be something bigger than me, otherwise how the heck am I still waking up daily. It’s this unspoken faith that he has given me and the many opportunities to see. I am aware, and practicing the act of not worrying. I truly believe, my higher power provides as he knows all my needs. I am now only practicing the human role assigned to me.

    Sierra Mazzucca

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  • Charming Tales

    It makes me sad that as a little girl I believed I’d find my Prince Charming and we would get that happy fairytale ending. Much like the ones I would hear read to me at bedtime. Or the drilling from my father that if I was cleaned up enough, I would get to marry money and comfort, would be in sight. I would just have to be a good girl and an even better wife. Marry a doctor, a lawyer, or a professional hustler for security. He didn’t encourage me to be successful, just a successful bride. It was shown early on to me, there was no need to marry for love or what is right. Now I see this was a father’s lazy offering to get himself off the line of teaching and fathering. So, I grew up and kept waiting and waiting for my prince savior to arrive before me. I waited and no one ever came. Nobody to kiss me awake, to whisk me away. So I kept my heart open but welcomed nothing inside. I was being held captive by myself, the dragon who guarded the line between fiction and real life. I needed to be slayed, in order to be freed from someone else’s narrative, that kept me feeling unworthy and incomplete. Always comparing myself to what I was taught to believe. I trusted a book of made-up stories and lies my underdeveloped mind made into facts I held onto very tight. I believed my dad, who would be the main offender of my 1st broken heart, which I’d eventually need to mend. Same guy who showed me to not trust anybody completely because they will leave, and he did that without even talking. I eventually learned that my life isn’t some fairytale story I was told it could be. Even after all that, there is a gullible girl inside me, holding onto hope for her prince charming.

    Sierra Mazzucca

    #poetry #poet #Lapoet #Tales

  • Transformation

    I’ve heard finding your own individuality means you have to die while living.

    You have to write off the very existence of who you claimed to be.

    Transformation isn’t just getting something new, it’s losing everything old that you were told to believe.

    Your good ol ego will fight to stay whole. Knowing its existence relied on you staying in the mold, allowing it to keep its hold.

    And as you are awakening, the darkness hovers just eager to take control.

    Soon doubt will step in, and convince you this phase is just a trend.

    It could be weeks, months or years before it ends.

    You may become tired and lose hope, allowing ego to step back in.

    It will act as if and play enlightened, but it’s just going to pull you right back into soul depleting hibernation.

    So don’t allow distractions.

    Stay woke.

    You may find yourself feeling completely alone and most at this point would run back to their spiritual ego.

    But when you truly submit, you can create a fertile place for the birthing of yourself, that never had the chance to exist.

    It’s been said that It’s a very lonely path ahead because It’s killing off who only ever existed in your head.

    You will need to be strong enough to watch your mind break apart and come back together again.

    Awakening is not something we can instantly attain and I am learning and waking up a little more with every mistake I make.

    I am sending a funeral invite out today, to pay respects to the existence I never identified as me.

    Transformation isn’t getting something new, its destroying everything old and useless that was grown inside you, in spite of you.

    Sierra Mazzucca

  • Positive MC

    Positive energy and inner peace, are what my life bank will forever run off of and need. Still sometimes I let that negative little critic speak. Yes, that soul sucker is lurking somewhere inside me. Only difference is now, I utilize the tools I keep, to cancel the noise it blurts out from me. But every now and then I give it a mic and platform, while I steady my pen waiting for it to spit another diss track about me again. Before I would listen, attentively. Just hanging onto every word and messed up thing it could find and say about me. Feeling weak, I remained mute, only allowing negativity to speak. Where it burned bridges, stole relationships and terrorized people I love. All to decimate possibilities of me feeling worthy to be seen and heard by anyone. Yes, I was silent, but not helpless. And little did it know I was gripping hope only to allow my faith time to reload. I got some metaphorical weapons of my own to form against it, and finally shut it up so it has no ability to grow. I gained more knowledge on how to tend to the exact parts of me that needed to feel seen. Because I forced them into a dark place where I claimed they were no part of me. That was not right of me. There is no wrong in me. I just have to change this stinking thinking before it drains and deplets the parts I keep peace and positivity. Not perfect, so the steps for each weapon, I often repeat. Yeah he has the mic, but I am the Posive MC.

    Sierra Mazzucca

    #LaPoet #Poetry #motivating #positive

  • Peace within

    I’m more aware of catching myself when I start to spin these days. More so than I used to be, before I started self-healing through therapy and taking accountability. Now, I don’t follow shadows to dark places willingly. I stay away from holes where evil is surely waiting for me. Light is my shield, and faith my cape. No weapon shall be formed against me is the energy today. Being human and flawed sometimes feels daunting for just a spec of existence like me. Yet. I can’t escape it. It’s like a dark pit, my thoughts love to play in. The what if game , and If only phrases. Like if only I could be mentally content, instead of feeling like a psychiatric patient on the lamb again. I take the western potion doses they say, to “stay regulated”, because you know that chemical imbalance they found is a bit resilient to the scripts that they give out. My sleep is more than interrupted now. And then did you know statistics read that depression is not completely hereditary, but epigenetic is a big part of it somehow. Which means if a child is exposed to violence and pain night after night, fear undoubtedly will crawl into their mind, and find dark corners to wait and hide. Creating a monster called depression who slowly eats you alive as it silently devours and festers all your bright inside. But If I can grow it in the dark, then I can also expose it to lignt . Which means there is hope for healing, even in places where darkness waits and lies.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

    #LaPoet #Poetry #inspiring

  • Just human

    I am so human. The more healing I do, the more I realize, at some point I made myself believe I was my own GOD. That I was the one controlling things on the outside as well as on the inside of me. That belief was the fall that revived me. I keep trying to play my own GOD as if he hasn’t been single handedly, carrying me. Specifically when I feel utterly alone, and I look down and only one pair of footprints shows. Learning they were never mine, really takes a thought-provoking toll and encourages me to see it from the real angle in which he always intended it to be shown. I can rehearse someone else’s part endlessly, but it still doesn’t make it the role that was meant for me . So it’s not mine to oversee. I am human, and sometimes I believe I am almighty. Now I see, that must be when my higher power is working overtime inside of me. Giving me a bit of righteous intervening. Time goes by so fast we can’t even see what’s being done, but so much is happening. I feel like every time I let go, I never lose control. He always gives me extra rope and the freedom to choose, in case a day comes when I choose to walk alone. He never leaves my life though, no. He simply lifts and carries me until I can again stand on my own.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

    #LosAngelesPoet

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  • Hi there Post

    Sierra here! I just wanted to say hi and also share a little bit about my writing process. It is not always the same exact way every time. However it could start from a simple word I heard, or a moment where a conversation I had with someone brings up an old memory and reintroduces feelings I once pushed away. Or just a daily life challenge I am experiencing in real time. Even if I only start a piece, I still consider it a spiritual win. Writing for me is like an internal fan. I should never shut off. It circulates feelings constantly allowing me to write process share circulate, and on to the next feeling. I hope everyone finds their own kind of internal fan, to help things keep moving before you become emotionally jammed.

    Thank you for being unapologetically you!

    #poetry #writing #feelings #release #motivating #writing tip

  • Love, Earth Mommy

    Sometimes I wonder what you would look like. I can get lost in daydreams, as if I were fast asleep at night. I think about how you would have smelled, and felt. How tiny your hands and feet would have been and how cute your diapers would have fit. If only if only I wasn’t a kid pregnant. I think about why I didn’t think twice. I hate that I stole your life with just a signature and 1 thousand and five, measly dollars to remove any ability for you to survive inside. I know I will forever blame myself for not giving your lungs a chance to express a cry. I treated your life like it had no heart, and I had no damn right. I should have gave you a chance. I should have gave you your life . I was a broken kid with no home, I didn’t want to torture another innocent soul. I had nothing to give you that was right. I thought I was saving your light. That is no excuse, but I felt it was about time and this apology is long overdue. I tried to push this down far enough out of reach, but the guilt it plates me and tries to constantly devour me. I know this doesn’t save me and I don’t want to be. Though, I just felt it time, you heard from earth mommy. You matter and always did, I am sorry it took so long for you to hear that from me. Love , Earth mommy

    By Sierra Mazzucca

    Los Angeles Poet

    #Loss #poetry #love #forgiveness