Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
Author: Sierra Mazzucca
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Better out then in. So here it is. I’m tired. I want to just sleep. My spirit is exhausted. My mind has taken me hostage. My flesh is weak. The universe is generous with each new problem it gifts me. My thoughts feel cold. My body is losing heat. I feel like I’m dying. But…
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I’ve kind of always felt like a fraud. But I didn’t know why. Until I began the journey to find me, myself and I. Who am I without the descriptions from others I stored in my mind? Say, “I think” a lot. But, “I” who? Who is, “me”? And how does one think, if thinking…
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When disconnected in a deep meditative state. I feel my soul lighten and align with peace. From the chaos of trying to appease an insatiable ego who calls itself, Me. For a few moments, I feel free from a grip that has been depleting good energy, draining me. I looked to many different sources over…
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I saw you today, and at first I was not sure of what to say. The last thing you heard from me was, I will come back to set you free. I’m 36, and that line that tied that promise from me to you, was severing. Because I tried to forget you. I treated you,…
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Is it mine? The pain that holds me in its grasp? I have been unconscious, and I could not have been any less aware of that. I’ve been trying to parent with the pain I unfortunately Inherited from mom, dad, and generations past. So naturally I went ahead and caused heartache, unknowingly. In the same…
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Every now and then found in the silence, is a realization within a conscious state. You start to see all the roles and positions you were taught to take, without questioning. You notice you have been on everyone else’s side. Encouraged others and helped them find their lion inside. All while ignoring the needs of…
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I messed around with fire expecting no burns. I played in traffic with my guilt, hoping it gets hit first. Only attracted one type of male, now my future needs feel cursed. I keep catching them, but keeping them has proven harder and hurts. I allowed myself to be a when you need remedy, for…
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We have a creative imagination, me, myself, and I. I prepared for these moments long ago with you, but only in my mind. So I only anticipated, how your lips would feel against mine. Or how soft your skin would be, and the scent you’d leave on me. I wasn’t aware my subconscious would plot,…
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It’s so loudThe tears and blood that violently hit the ground.Miles away, but felt and heard all around.On life’s, not so merry-go-round.Fear is the scent of suffering aloud.And my inner space isn’t any quieter now.I get no breaks.Unless I take, a large dose of prescribed sleeping aid.Even that is not working great these days.Nighttime is…
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I’m not damaged. I’m not broken. Stop repeating lies and losing focus. I’m on a mission to find why. I trade hope for closeness, every time. Where did I learn this unhealthy habit of mine? I should have already recognized by the beginning signs. If they are never curious beyond the depths, of my surface…
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