Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
Author: Sierra Mazzucca
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Yes, it is unequivocally true, your beauty will fade. Your skin once tight, will start to drape and hang in unexplainable ways. Discoloration will begin to splotch and take place, upon your once evenly toned body and newly lined face. Your vision will get blurrier with every new age. Your hair will thin, and color…
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36, and I’m grateful to be alive. Still in the back of my mind: Memento mori , “Remember that you will die”. So today I will do and not try. I will let go of the illusion that I can control every outcome because that’s the ill man’s delusional idea of how to manipulate time.…
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Fear is worry that does not exist, but only in your mind. Such an odd coincidence, that I created this sickness with all the pointless worries of mine. If you are suffering about something that does not exist in real time, well that is insanity and for most of us that’s a short trip &…
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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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