Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site

A collection of poems

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  • What Following?

    By Sierra Mazzucca #LosAngelesPoet

  • Hi there Post

    Sierra here! I just wanted to say hi and also share a little bit about my writing process. It is not always the same exact way every time. However it could start from a simple word I heard, or a moment where a conversation I had with someone brings up an old memory and reintroduces…

  • Love, Earth Mommy

    Sometimes I wonder what you would look like. I can get lost in daydreams, as if I were fast asleep at night. I think about how you would have smelled, and felt. How tiny your hands and feet would have been and how cute your diapers would have fit. If only if only I wasn’t…

  • Hey, I’m still working here

    Still working on my processing program to make some new paths. Though, I have to be honest today I feel angry and sad. I want to burn every way my feelings can travel down, right to the parts that turn them into actions, from those feeling clowns. I never said the wellness journey was all…

  • A little mad, still I LOVE YOU

    I just realized I’m still kind of mad. I should have yelled at you from the top of my lungs, HOW THE *bleep* COULD YOU DO THAT?! I guess now I can scream it because you died. So how dare you linger in my head trying to tell me what’s right. You died you can’t…

  • 3 Phases after Hi

    So there are 3 phases when falling in love.Though I wouldn’t know as I usually jet past the first two of em. But really they come out of nowhere when I’ve just settled down, that part of my body that was hopelessly looking around. That high is addicting, overtaking, and why I’m mentally gone off…

  • Generational Identity Crisis

    When I stop and try to understand who I am or how this version came to be, I find myself going back and it hits me. I’ve only ever known who I was because of things I was taught and names I picked up. I never thought to second guess the life my parents said…

  • Meeting time

    Sending out a signal to all involved. We need to set a meeting for the parts that go AWOL. My subconscious has been running me tirelessly, without even thinking of asking consciousness to intervene. My preconscious, must be on an endless unauthorized leave, allowing my sub to lead. So I then am left with an…

  • Faulty source

    All of these concepts we have learned to believe, they’re nonsense. Don’t worry as we were just following lead. We couldn’t see any different because we were brainwashed with their creed. They convinced us of our roles, which were to take on unquestionably. The parts we play were created by ancestors past generations who also…

  • Restoration

    Returning back to previous state would be a dream if I were a butterfly, with wings that could carry me far away. From the beginning point where anguish became my cape, unable to fly, too heavy was my hearts weight. I got stuck, I couldn’t move. I was forced to face the cocoons dark space.…