Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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I’ll admit that sometimes I still get a little depressed since I know everything, I have will one day come to its end. In any second. With any given breath. Which usually begs my question, have I done everything I can to make the time I occupied this skin resort I was lent purposeful or…
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I feel like I’m just floating through time like every moment exists on some line. déjà vu is just a tear in the thread that’s holding seconds collectively storing lifetimes from the beginning to the present. Like every single thing is accounted for on someone’s bulletin board. Each tragedy, catastrophe, blessing, and new planet-finding, was…
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Some internal construction is needed on isle brain. Something is jeopardizing the Cortico-Striato-Thalamo-Cortical aka (CSTC) circuitry which is the key brain pathway participating in movement, habit formation, and reward processing. Okay, I say endangering but really its elevating. Like I’m starting to engage in different affairs, I started a new pathway and I haven’t needed…
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Most of my life I’ve tried to hide scars because they were ugly reminders of things I didn’t want to think about. And a lot of those scars were invisible to the naked eye. A human couldn’t see these are scars, similar to deep open wounds within me. I learned they are not damaged eye…
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Don’t wish you knew better, just do better now. Regret is a disease. Disease is a noun. Meaning to have a disorder of structure or function in a human, oh wow. I’ve somehow allowed this to consume my time and take away from my healing by moving forward, Eliminating the possibility of me being “just…
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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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