Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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Seriously.Why won’t you leave permanently?You have never made me feel strong like I can do anything.You only ever wanted me down and blue.I tried to change you.I did stuff that could heal you.But you are so intent, on making me feel see-through.I went to the man with a degree to silence your mockery.He prescribed a…
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Its still awkward to brag about my accomplishments.Even though I have been through so much, and made art out of it.My creations are in many collections.Still I never thought of myself as someone who was worthy enough to brag about what I have done. It’s not like I am a brain surgeon saving lives.I just…
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I started my day with three F’s to give.And before half the day in, I ran out of all of them.Why? I keep asking.My feedback loop insisted on pain and suffering.Our brains cant tell the difference between physical and mental pain.That’s how strong the brain and mind are at this thinking game.Problems are necessary.Pain is…
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Oh no…April, please don’t go.I know May is knocking, anxious to come in.While June is stalking, eagerly waiting to begin its torment.Please don’t leave me alone with them, again.The 6th month has been waiting to break me in. The pain arrives start of April, until after her birthday ends.The sadness never goes away.It still hurts…
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None of it matters.Not in a morbid way.But we are all performers in the existence of the human play. We come and go.Like stars, there is no permanency.Still even knowing this we choose to limit our visions.We stray from spontaneity to embrace rigid rules someone wrote in invisible ink. We are born with playful souls.We…
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Inhale peace. Hold. Exhale pain. Repeat. That’s been my mantra recently. The way my body was treating me, it was so unhappy with me. Almost like I with my own hands was scrambling my nerve endings. Because no one could help me. They said it was only me who could stop the pain. No medication…
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Sleep,why have you yet to find me? I sent you numerous messages. But you still haven’t replied back to me. Left on read. Even so, I am where we usually meet. My body lies flat on top of clean sheets, with eyes shut, waiting patiently. It’s been weeks since we spoke. Have you too lost…
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I ask to be Free. From a prisoner of me. Free from being stuck in a mental loop of looking for spiritual peace. All within the most chaotic parts in me. That I work hard to keep unseen. Usually I’d hide behind your masks, but they no longer fit me. Beauty is quickly fading, the…
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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…
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