Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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Positive energy and inner peace, are what my life bank will forever run off of and need. Still sometimes I let that negative little critic speak. Yes, that soul sucker is lurking somewhere inside me. Only difference is now, I utilize the tools I keep, to cancel the noise it blurts out from me. But…
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I’m more aware of catching myself when I start to spin these days. More so than I used to be, before I started self-healing through therapy and taking accountability. Now, I don’t follow shadows to dark places willingly. I stay away from holes where evil is surely waiting for me. Light is my shield, and…
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I am so human. The more healing I do, the more I realize, at some point I made myself believe I was my own GOD. That I was the one controlling things on the outside as well as on the inside of me. That belief was the fall that revived me. I keep trying to…
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By Sierra Mazzucca #LosAngelesPoet
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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