Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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I pray as you age, that I get to see every stage. Yes, it may be sad to witness the new wrinkles and grays, but to have you throughout the many different changes that await.To be there with you, no matter the newest sign of age. I guess with every new day the only bitter…
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Hey, would you care to chat? Actually, I think you should take a seat, and listen as a matter of fact. Don’t take this too hard but you’re invasive, like English Ivy; smothering. You are very ostentatious. Seeking any eyes admiration. You’re pretentious and that word could be found carved into your tooth’s cavity, by…
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Regret has found me knocking at its door again. Shame answered immediately as if it had been waiting for its old friend. Opening its door where the comfy couch is that I turn my thoughts over in exchange for inner peace and solace. There is a spot molded to my body where I take my…
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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. repared 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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