Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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Sickness: a state of being unwell.A sickness that you can’t see.So it’s easy for most to believe. That there is something painfully happening behind the skin scenes.See, my sickness doesn’t have a permanent fix.No treatment.No chemo regimen.Radiation appointments or dialysis requirements.No.My sickness is an array of scheduled beatings of me spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically.My…
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He asked if I could spare any change, as I walked by.I immediately looked into my purse to see what I could find.I turned around and approached him.This time from behind.I watched him for a second, before I actually said hi.In return Pain, desperation, hunger, loneliness, and shame.Were the emotions from that mans eyes, in…
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I’m not one to remember my dreams.But the other day, I was hardly asleep.Convincing my eyelids to remain pressed together, avoiding opening.I seen you. You looked right through me.I don’t know what was harder, realizing it was a dream.Or knowing that even in my dreams you, don’t see me.I’m just the tilted painting in the…
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I want to describe how I feel inside.And I want to try to explain existing in the workplace of my mind.The closest comparison that I can find is, it’s like sitting at a table in a restaurant of marvelous architectural design.With exaggerated high ceilings.Where one individual’s voice gets lost, and is impossible to find.Traveling thoughts…
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Good grief.I’m sick of these early am chats with those two vindictive creeps.Seriously, do any of us even sleep?These talks are getting old.So let me take your word for it, little critic and ego.Shame on you for saying just go, she wouldn’t find me.Yeah, that may be so.But my mother would have to identify the…
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An anchor is a strong weighted device, used to connect an object from drifting away, due to unpredictable environments.You have always been the force that keeps us from straying too far away.It was hard, but you learned to extend your line with each of us, for a fear that the whole ship would have sank.And…
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There have been many days where I have prayed for my closed eyelids, to stay that way.Waking up dreading knowing I have so many things to do, all in one day.It all became too daunting for me to even think or say.So I decided why not use the tools I’ve learned and have inconsistently been…
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Is this my retribution?And does it fit the crime?I must’ve been some kind of mass murderer, in a past life.I mean, was I?What did I do?No really, I’m asking you.How could I have messed up so egregiously, for your endless cooperation to punish me?Knowing my picker is broken.You still don’t step in to stop me,…
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Always want what we don’t have.Then we wish for what we had.When conscious we become aware or realize at one point or another, I wished for this exact version in life and this place in time.Yet still guess what, I don’t feel satisfied.Humans have an insatiable appetite.And I am but a flawed human, who is…
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I hate that you knew.I dislike that you did things to make me fall harder for you.But I can’t blame this all on you.I was foolish for easily trusting you.I for once let my guard down and opened up to you.But you used it as a weapon to beat me and bruise.I wanted to find…
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