Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site

A collection of poems

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  • Flattery?

    I guess I should take it as a form of flattery. but I’m also disgusted at the lack of creativity. It’s taken me years to form my own style, this identity. and here you come stealing my words and ideas for free. Prop me up to pretend I’m the inspiration for your new piece, when…

  • last question

    I’m done asking what’s wrong with me. Or why is this happening. I’m exasperated by your lack of responses. Clearly you don’t care enough to answer me. Well not with spoken words, shall we play Pictionary? Are you even listening? I repent everything. Stop this weak body’s suffering. Punishment has been given. And is still…

  • The villian of my Psyche

    It’s me, the villain of my psyche. I am the person who’s hurting me. And I keep on looking for someone to give me answers, like it’s some new discovery. Like I’m unique. Like your tests can’t see what I see. But I am the villain. It is me. I’m the one turning against me.…

  • Keeping Score

    The body keeps the score. I understand that statement more and more. All the self beatings I endured, but never said a word. My body was keeping the score. I was keeping tally of the bruises, and wounds I tried to hide. This score was gathered from the trauma in my body, which I supplied.…

  • Pain to black hearse

    Pain is physical suffering or discomfort caused by injury. Currently every nerve in my body is firing off aggressively. I can barely keep my thoughts functioning. I keep trying to find peace for this pain ridden body. But something greater appears to enjoy watching me. Listening to me cry. Squirm in discomfort for nearly a…

  • Moment of Release

    When my anxiety goes into override, I’ve been known to zone out and misplace time. Like I fall into a vortex somewhere in my mind. I couldn’t even draw a map to this place, for you to find. I appear there, and I feel like I am floating on cloud 9. Weightless, painless. Yet my…

  • Little Strides

    Today I didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted to stay in the sadness. wrap myself up in guilt. Roll around with depression, while my anxiety winds up for the kill. It’s hard to find peace when your heart skips a beat. I close my eyes and the pain is my lullaby. I…

  • Exit stage left

    Pressure, is a force applied. I feel it getting heavier, with every blink of an eye. I make it out of one nightmare, only to still not feel alive. Sleep has been causing chaos, burning down sets, built in that fantastical part of my mind. It’s the only place where things come true. There is…

  • You showed me

    Is this funny to you? Dangle a carrot in front of me, when I am without food? Rain down on me when I am already cold, wet, and shivering? Make good men appear, just to take them away from me. Maybe I should just submit. Wonder if you’d find anyone else to tease me with.…

  • The 1st Link

    What is this, my almighty? What is what? My existence. This fertile womb. The curse of blood that you gave us. Oh, that’s proof I am and was. Got it, so a woman’s period serves as an example of punishment one may face. if you don’t listen to the rules you made? Yes, now you’re…