Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
Author: Sierra
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Is it mine? The pain that holds me in its grasp? I have been unconscious, and I could not have been any less aware of that. I’ve been trying to parent with the pain I unfortunately Inherited from mom, dad, and generations past. So naturally I went ahead and caused heartache, unknowingly. In the same…
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Every now and then found in the silence, is a realization within a conscious state. You start to see all the roles and positions you were taught to take, without questioning. You notice you have been on everyone else’s side. Encouraged others and helped them find their lion inside. All while ignoring the needs of…
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I messed around with fire expecting no burns. I played in traffic with my guilt, hoping it gets hit first. Only attracted one type of male, now my future needs feel cursed. I keep catching them, but keeping them has proven harder and hurts. I allowed myself to be a when you need remedy, for…
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We have a creative imagination, me, myself, and I. I prepared for these moments long ago with you, but only in my mind. So I only anticipated, how your lips would feel against mine. Or how soft your skin would be, and the scent you’d leave on me. I wasn’t aware my subconscious would plot,…
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It’s so loudThe tears and blood that violently hit the ground.Miles away, but felt and heard all around.On life’s, not so merry-go-round.Fear is the scent of suffering aloud.And my inner space isn’t any quieter now.I get no breaks.Unless I take, a large dose of prescribed sleeping aid.Even that is not working great these days.Nighttime is…
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I’m not damaged. I’m not broken. Stop repeating lies and losing focus. I’m on a mission to find why. I trade hope for closeness, every time. Where did I learn this unhealthy habit of mine? I should have already recognized by the beginning signs. If they are never curious beyond the depths, of my surface…
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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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