Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
Author: Sierra Mazzucca
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So you needed to break me to make me. You want to reform my soul before you take me. Well then, I surrender because of fate it should be. I am not defeated. They were not empty sufferings. But more Contractions, birth pains.. I was being reborn again. Prepared for the glorious day when I…
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I once heard Loneliness is an invitation to become still it is not a punishment. What happens when you realize you are already complete? That you wasted years looking for some missing piece and parts of a false story you were fed from infancy. When all along you were the hero of that fantasy. False,…
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It’s a peculiar thing to stop and think that we are all just chasing some invisible trophy to the end of our earthly human occupancy. Where completion of existence could be looked at as a loss or gain depending on who you’re asking. Racing to a finish line, with said golden cities on the other…
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Have you ever felt bombarded by yourself, like you can’t help but keep inundating your brains cell with messages that no longer serve you well. Sadly it’s this path you in the past paved, whose entrance and exit still lead to and from hell. It’s obvious there are parts of you that you have lost…
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Who am I? I don’t know, to be fair. I’ve been many different people in the past. So it’s hard for me to decipher which parts played were actually me and which versions were part of the act. I always try to be myself no matter the situation that I am dealt. Still, it’s challenging…
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I feel blank like an 8 by 11 white page. A canvas waiting to be liberated from a plain purgatory space. It must be the new pills affect taking hold of me. Since my psych prescribed them to me 6 Tuesdays past yesterday. A change I’m told was to be expected by today.. he is…
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I prayed for love. I prayed blindly. I wished on every star that my perfect person would find me. I blew every dandelion reinforcing my prayers, that I will find someone one day, who genuinely loves and cares. I never specified the appearance of the person of dreams. I never thought a shooting star could…
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There is a monster in my bed and I let him in. I supplied the pillow to rest. His quiet wickedness I don’t address. As he fondles my body while I lay still undressed. I don’t reciprocate his love or affection and he won’t allow me to stop it or reject it. That must be…
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Fear a distressed emotion brought on by the belief that something dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat will occur. It only gains strength when you feed it faith. Growing into an outrageous ember, igniting every corner of hope it’s flames chase. It’s the unconscious decision to give up and for lack of better…
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I’ll admit that sometimes I still get a little depressed since I know everything, I have will one day come to its end. In any second. With any given breath. Which usually begs my question, have I done everything I can to make the time I occupied this skin resort I was lent purposeful or…
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