Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site

A collection of poems

Author: Sierra Mazzucca

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • What Following?

    By Sierra Mazzucca #LosAngelesPoet

  • 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…

  • 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…