Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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It feels like a punch to my gut when I realize the pictures that hold so many good memories, are the same ones that have become my newfound enemies. Like they only exist to cause me heartache. I thought I figured this out. I’d cry once a day and then I would go about my…
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Stop blocking all the opportunities that make it your way. Don’t let your fear dictate your fate. That, you should be the one to create. You have made plenty of unwise decisions, some that caused you pain. So, one day you decided to build a shield that practices keep away. In batting off the “bad”…
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One thing after another. My hands are tired knees bruised Sometimes I’m ok. When I don’t pay attention to signs and spirits at play. Other times, I want to scream. I want to rip my skin from its connective tissues, clean off me. I want to play in traffic and play chicken with oncoming cars.…
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It’s amazing where we find ourselves. As she walks along the shore, you see her staring endlessly at the sands floor. Why would someone come to a place filled with so much beauty around, only to embrace what was below that she kept reaching for on the ground.Maybe there is beauty her eyes met upon…
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Just because I’m working on my mental health, doesn’t mean I think I’m better than a person who chooses to stay unwell. It just means I’m working on my internal dialog daily, and I’m not perfect. At the very least well.I’m working on making myself content with knowing the past versions of myself. For instance…
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If the moon stopped glowing and guiding nightlife and the sun decided it would not wake up to brighten a sunrise. Worry not for a presence is had. as I’m sure you alone could lighten the day and night with the energy your spirit casts. Exuding an effulgence that alone sparks dark corners, igniting peace.…
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Sometimes it’s more painful to stay and watch someone you love who had so much light just dim out and fade away. It’s the reminder that they once danced but no longer footprints made with a joyous prance. The bed is molded by a body in the shape of defeat, where feet once embarked upon…
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I just write. Sure, I have pieces in several books just scattered all around. Probably have written over 999 Poems by now. Still, My accolades are hard for me to gather and jot down. Let alone celebrate any milestone of accomplishment that I won’t remember when you ask what I have been up to anyhow.…
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The end. Like the roses you got me, which wilted away. Even though I tried, and I stored them in a vase for my eyes to later be graced with their pretty petals and warm embrace. Then one night in the dark, in the passenger seat of your car, you said, “this is it”, because…
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Together, with or within proximity to people or a person. Community, unity. The invisible thread that attaches from you to me. Wherever you may be, recently I’m manifesting that place is next to me. Where our forever dialogue exchanged releases a type of ecstasy. Our bodies attach like magnets whose attraction unapologetically fuses our souls…
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