Home » Poems » Best » Sierra Mazzucca » Best Sierra Mazzucca Poems

Best Poems Written by Sierra Mazzucca

Below are the all-time best Sierra Mazzucca poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

Emotional Carousel

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 fine". I feel like I am on this emotional carousel most of the time. When I suddenly start to feel inner peace, my guilt creeps up from behind. It often feels like I  won't get through this up and down ride.

I quickly remember I do have a choice, I don't have to wait in that line. I don't need to focus on the feeling of remorse. I have to remember these emotions are just obstacles I need to overcome in my life's course. So just understand everyone has their emotional horse. Just learn to tame the wild outbursts that start from within.

Don't wait in lines that make your heart feel like your life has to somehow be defined by the emotions you have within. Feel what you need to, and then let it go. Simply let bygones be just that, and freely your movements should flow.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

A Battle Worth Fighting

Sadness is no bigot or sexist. It does not judge who it chooses to consume.  It has no specific taste buds for he's, her's and you's. Just the need to fill you with emptiness and dark gloom. 
 No reason sometimes for the cloud that chooses to rain on your parade. Just a never ending feeling of guilt, emptiness and shame.
It can morph into a voice of you your own, constantly telling you lies to burden your soul. It wants you in a weakened state, so it can take over your heart and claim your spirits break.
 I tell you this from personal affairs. I constantly fight this demon daily,  from taking my air. Each time I start feeling the power increase, I get a pen and paper and write a note that says: "No thank you, you can leave". 
 Don't let it make you feel alone. If you do that, it wins and your life is no longer your own. I have fought six battles already today and I haven't even left my house, now that's something to say. 
 Choose to be strong, choose to be a light, choose your life, and always be prepared to fight.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

Time Travel; It's Not What We Thought It Was

For a long time I believed that time travel was not possible, and we could never go back to a time in which we felt happiness or  past moments in which we fondly admired. I was wrong. With death I believe comes a power and not our own death, the death of someone we love or even just shared a brief interaction with. 
  I feel like all of our moments are saved on an everlasting life loop. If we focus long enough on the moments that we once had, we can mentally transfer ourselves throughout that loop. It's almost like an out of body experience to go through all the motions and feelings. 
  The only thing that really bothers me about this newfound ability or rather new acknowledged gift is that I can't change anything. I can go back. I can go through it. I can feel it,  I can hold a smile, but I can't change it. 
  So time traveling and the idea we had when we were kids is not actually what it is. It's a way of dealing with tragedy, trials, loss, and love. It's a way for wired brains like mine to process this crazy life in a manner in which it is both healthy and transcending. 
  The hard part is understanding that this is reality and those are just memories. We can't change the past, but we can definitely encourage a brighter future knowing our subconscious holds answers to future situations; we just have to travel to a lesson in which the loop holds.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

Wasted Dandelions

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 new found 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 way.  
Recently my schedule has been a little off, not to mention my old character is completely lost. 
 I haven't even developed a new one to fit my current mind frame. I think once I figure that out, I can again compartmentalize all my pain. 
I won't waste anymore dandelion wishes for you to come back; Because the little girl in me still doesn't understand after death that's that. I won't blow anymore prayers on hoping that I will turn around and you'd be there. 
 I will just learn to live with this new gained pain. I will work on trying not to find an escape, in a prayer or a wish that the universe just can't grant me today. I won't count the minutes I don't get with you anymore. I will learn to embrace all the hours I was gifted with you before. No more dandelions wasted on the floor.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

Batter Up

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" and protecting your heart, you somewhere along the way managed to push anything worth a damn from getting closer to your, deep parts.  
 You thought you had it covered, you truly had no doubt. I see you had one thing covered; your ego and let me tell you ouch. You now see the damage you caused trying to be safe. You actually thought what you dodged would not come back and try to have it's day? 
 I never meant to block our long-awaited amends, my stupid ego had feelings and some were just too bent. I now have learned a lesson, and this one truly stings. I guess I have to show up and face whatever the universe flings.
 Keep in mind just because it pitches you don't always have to bat. I sometimes watch the bs, as it blows over and then that's that.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

1 Tab of Life Daily

Born broken into a world that isn't whole. Taking the remedies that are supposed to "glue your sanity", to your God forsaken soul. Went through groups to find comfort within, but the tools that were taught eventually were used towards your own destruction. Gaining new insights about yourself. Slowly coming to the delusion everything is OK, so just put the crazy on the shelf. But that cycle has clearly not been treating you so well. You seem to be manifesting the childhood trauma you placed on that shelf. All of the setting aside is seeping and creating your own personal hell, one for only you to reside and dwell.  I hope this time you can find a good seat, so you can take the time and make friends with your childhood misery. Encourage healing for your mind. Stop sticking things in places that one day you eventually find. Deal with the pain that's brewing inside. Your little girl will thank you and future you will smile from eye to eye.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

Why Him

Sometimes I trip out when I think about the crazy stuff we did as kids. It makes me sad to know we won't ever be able to share new memories as adults and grow.
 When I talk to you, it's like I am talking to a wall. Nothing penetrates your soul and that  kills me to know. I feel as though I lost the only brother I had to an invisible monster. I sit and wonder who am I to ever feel defeated;when I know the old you is somewhere in your brain cell constantly taking a beating. 
  In micro moments you probably feel him, but that monster won't let the real you back in long enough to reveal him. To be locked out of your body and imprisoned in your brain. The things I bet you think, and to know you feel like nobody knows your pain. 
 I'm sad I can't be around this new you with much ease, and honestly it's because I know that monster laughs as the old you cowards at his knees. Taunting you while you are begging to be free, just to feel the way you once did with your friends and family.
 Damn I wish we were kids, wish we could rewind and go back to the very day that monster started renting your time. I love you brother, you are always on my mind.
.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

Unbearable Ends

It's just the thought that she's nowhere on this planet anymore. The feeling of unbearable sadness that smothers me to the core even at the slightest glimpse at pictures of yours. It's the way I have to grab my chest to breathe, because my heart feels like it's suffocating. I just can't believe she is ashes in a tin and no longer bones with glowing skin. That I have to dream about her burning to death over and over again. It's the cold feeling I get when I remember all the terrible things I ever said. Or the way I hear you saying weird funny stuff in my head. I am so broken, so very broken. I scooped myself out of bed this morning same as the previous days, only to fall to the ground because my conscience and guilt is pulling me down. I wrote you a letter only to crumble it up. Honestly what's the letter going to do if there is no mail service that goes above. I will make something beautiful from this pain. I will try to not break down when I hear your name.  I will try to remind myself that it's normal to feel this lonely pain. The space in my chest you left will forever remain, but one day I will be able to smile when I say your name.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

Your Forever Home

Wow.
Which color. Which size. Should we put a beautiful design. I can't believe I am picking out an urn for my sister to reside. This is not a choice I thought would ever be mine.  I am stuck trying to decide if I even want to believe you left and died. This part of the  process is called denial and I am afraid I may be here for a while. I can't imagine you are nowhere on this planet in flesh and bone. No longer a voice I will  hear on the other side of a phone. I wish I could get through this step of grieving, but every step is here for a reason. Picking an urn, putting you in is just something I can't begin. It's real, you are gone. My life is still here, but I will not simply move on. Picking a forever place for your ashes to lay is the last decision for you I ever wanted to make. My heart is still beating but broken it is, I can't believe I am picking the last place for you to live.

Details | Sierra Mazzucca Poem

A Key To Salvation

Yes, I have a problem. That is clear to see. I definitely have a problem, and I think the problem is me. Every time I start to believe that I can change my ways, something outlandish occurs and I go into a fit of rage. It seems as though the heavens prohibit a different feeling than the only one I am often stuck with dealing. Oftentimes it seems they want me to be consumed with resentment and hostility. But why would you let one of your children suffer days in and days out?  I see people who have been suffering for lifetimes, and lifetimes they've gone without. So here I am again on my knees, now with padding. I promise to pray everyday and do your bidding; for mine Is there lacking. I want a better life. I want to be free. I want to break the curse my ancestors put on me. I feel it's a genetic disorder of some sort of irrational way to be. I'm currently locked inside of this demonic bubble and faith holds the key.