Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
Author: Sierra Mazzucca
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They say you get what you deserve. But what if you don’t know your own worth? I seem to seek out men who only put themselves first. I allow my temple to become, yet another emotional hearse. I do this all while trying to persuade myself none of it hurts. I smile and laugh at…
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Sometimes, my concept of reality, feels like a lucid dream. I’m walking. Though it feels like I’m floating, through time unseen. Everything is still happening around me. And I’m stuck in my mind. I can snap myself out of it. Just not all of the time. I want to see how far I can get.…
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I took a few steps forward. Then I stepped aside. I turned around to look back. At all the mountains I’ve climbed. All the obstacles I overcame. Skills I’ve gained. All of which helped me survive to date. A life. With many characters I’ve played. From a very young age. In a house built of…
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I hate your addiction. Wish you would listen. But it always comes first. I pray you’d hate it enough to dismiss and kick it. So you can live, maybe feel without altering your mind. Which I see is protecting you from your trauma. That blasts loud music tirelessly all the time. I never understood who…
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I Wonder why your system doesn’t want our chords twisted. I say trust the science. Or at least keep faith as a close mistress. Remember the system Inside of you will take care of your needs. Like the hypothalamus produces lust out of security. Its not love, it’s a mental urge to reproduce with me.…
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Anxiety used to paralyze me. For many years, I allowed it to set my table and sit head of seat. I would have anger prepare the cuisine, with recipes straight from regrets book of suffering. Resentment help make the dessert and coffee, both made from sadness; bitter sweet. I never could get through a dinner…
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I’m sure there is a strike going on inside of me. My subconscious is keeping my feelings and thoughts locked in my minds lobby. This must be a self-safety precaution or something. But it’s getting a little overcrowded. All my thoughts are touching. I see them enter, but they never seem to make it to…
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You see me when you want to Hear me when you choose to Only like me when convenient for you But my heart isn’t a convenience thrift store You get to rummage through Funny little men So you picked me up and Thought if you’d treat me to a dinner then, My body you’d get…
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Fix the system not the symptoms. I thought that’s what I was doing when I would attend my sessions with Mr. M. at 1pm. Take the dosage as Mr. F. recommends. Meditate then write, read and say positive affirmations, daily. Journal about fears, regrets and hesitations. I thought I was rewiring the program, resetting the…
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I woke up in excruciating pain, drenched in sadness the other day. So as one would I tried to locate the cause of this hurt, that I could not claim. It was not a familiar feeling, so I could not give it a name. I took 5 deep breaths and on the 5th exhale I…
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