Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
Author: Sierra
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Sending out a signal to all involved. We need to set a meeting for the parts that go AWOL. My subconscious has been running me tirelessly, without even thinking of asking consciousness to intervene. My preconscious, must be on an endless unauthorized leave, allowing my sub to lead. So I then am left with an…
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All of these concepts we have learned to believe, they’re nonsense. Don’t worry as we were just following lead. We couldn’t see any different because we were brainwashed with their creed. They convinced us of our roles, which were to take on unquestionably. The parts we play were created by ancestors past generations who also…
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Returning back to previous state would be a dream if I were a butterfly, with wings that could carry me far away. From the beginning point where anguish became my cape, unable to fly, too heavy was my hearts weight. I got stuck, I couldn’t move. I was forced to face the cocoons dark space.…
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Everyone is different. No, we are not the same. However, we all bare common the gift of humanity and some the curse of ancestral chains. Most of my life I believed there must be something wrong with me. I couldn’t think a positive thought. I couldn’t break free from the messages I had been fed…
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The change is occurring. You know the big change. No one really talks about the one after age 30, that our bodies and minds start to see. The transition from youth to maturity. It was only observed but seldom thought about to converse. I never planned for gravity to sneak up on me and disturb…
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Ever since I can recall, happiness and joy were never eager friends. they were no friend of mine at all. So when I found myself starting to experience glee, I would tell myself it didn’t belong to me. I tried desperately to control that E. but my brain was wired, and it was working against…
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27 years before today, my mom was about ready to give up any faith. My memory held moments I rather keep away. Loud. Lots of yelling, cursing swearing about. Mom always worried, now on her toes scared dad would find out. Mom was tired of the pain she endured every day and she was over…
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Someone needs to be honest with you, so here it is. Your company lacks substance and I’m sure you will never have it. You make my blood run cold and not in a good way. You make me feel like you are the hunter and I the prey. You give me the creeps obsessing over…
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I saw her sitting on the swing by herself. I noticed there was another swing available, so I took it upon myself and joined her, so she wouldn’t be by herself. I knew what that felt like and it wasn’t nice, so I put myself into her shoes, and to my shock they fit just…
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I’m gonna do it again, put my fears, questions and worries into my pen. Watch the ink release the hold its grip has had me in. Fear has been my main attraction. I never need a ticket as I dictate and delegate all of the action and many transactions. That’s right your eyes and ears…
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