Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site

A collection of poems

Author: Sierra Mazzucca

  • Hey, I’m still working here

    Still working on my processing program to make some new paths. Though, I have to be honest today I feel angry and sad. I want to burn every way my feelings can travel down, right to the parts that turn them into actions, from those feeling clowns. I never said the wellness journey was all…

  • A little mad, still I LOVE YOU

    I just realized I’m still kind of mad. I should have yelled at you from the top of my lungs, HOW THE *bleep* COULD YOU DO THAT?! I guess now I can scream it because you died. So how dare you linger in my head trying to tell me what’s right. You died you can’t…

  • 3 Phases after Hi

    So there are 3 phases when falling in love.Though I wouldn’t know as I usually jet past the first two of em. But really they come out of nowhere when I’ve just settled down, that part of my body that was hopelessly looking around. That high is addicting, overtaking, and why I’m mentally gone off…

  • Generational Identity Crisis

    When I stop and try to understand who I am or how this version came to be, I find myself going back and it hits me. I’ve only ever known who I was because of things I was taught and names I picked up. I never thought to second guess the life my parents said…

  • Meeting time

    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…

  • Faulty source

    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…

  • Restoration

    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.…

  • Seedlings

    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…

  • Changing

    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…

  • It’s Yours

    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…