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141 results for 'D. Sager'

Outside Night

By D. Sager, published on Dec 25, 2011

I’m hiding in this darkness for so long

I don’t remember light.

I thought I would open a window and see

What’s outside night.

But on the glance of what should be hope,

I was blinded by the ray.

I never knew light would cause me To know such vivid pain. But its warmth had a touch and a Sight of what could be, I was still scared by the pain of knowing

I really wasn’t free.

The prison I was locked in is

A cage of my own design.

Only I could use a key of faith

One had left for me to find.

... (more)

Tags: night, faith, darkness, light, break free, key

The One

By D. Sager, published on Dec 24, 2011

The most incredible things can happen when I place investment in the life of one. That single person may change the course of not only my life, but of the world. Who knew when they encouraged and befriended a young, and then unknown, Albert Einstein, Maya Angelou, or Steve Jobs, that the one person they invested in would greatly affect the course of their life and a great many others.

My human nature, being fascinated with visions of me, evaluates my success at any particular venture with increasing numbers. The danger is that I overlook important involvement with an individual... (more)


The Queen, Part 8

By D. Sager, published on Dec 23, 2011

We made our way past improvised camps of itinerant cast-aways, their barrels burning, a social network of the basest sort. My queen looked out-of-place, as one with money and wherewithal always appears when in the company of poorer souls. Those souls who, though lacking money, had knowledge, knowledge of the street, a resource we needed, and motivated our journey through their living rooms. No one likes a stranger this deep in the underworld of the city. The looks I garnered, rivaled that of my queen, they scarcely giving her a glance that they might see through my disguise, which,... (more)

Tags: guns, risk, queen, camps

The Emperor's Katana

By D. Sager, published on Dec 22, 2011

He took the metal, valuable and unique, and laid it in the fire. With an innate passion watching it, until the hue was just right, the color of heat, moving as storm cloud over the plain of the metal. Lightning strikes and thunder claps induced by his worn sledge shouted changes to nature, destroying the original form. In a violent move, calling out the tempest, he plunged it into the muddy water, clouded with ash and clay, a chaotic mix of elements, ugly in their application, wondrous in their result. Angry steam rose, the steel yelling at the breaking of its will, a will formed by nature,... (more)


At War With Me

By D. Sager, published on Dec 21, 2011

Alone again, sitting on the edge of shattered dreams

Looking out across the littered landscape

On surreal castaway emotions

Lining up for the battle, players in full effect

No penalty getting called, game plan checked

Time for confrontation

Many people in the same head, crowded conditions

Please raise your hand before speaking

Miserable summations.

We say I'm crazy, I believe we got it right

My friends in my head, they speak at once

Which part of we is normal?

Is this me or we?

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Tags: schizophrenia, battle in the mind, voices


By D. Sager, published on Dec 20, 2011

Fingers brush through your hair

your leaving me there,

Floating on my ocean dream.

Feet run to your kiss,

I say farewell to bliss,

Crashing along the windy cliff.

Eyes transfixed on your stare,

of you I must beware,

Chasing me on the rocky edge.

Mind searching for a hint,

your affection leaves no imprint,

Leaping off to fall free.

An albatross on a long flight,

a blind journey with no insight,

Asking "Where will I land?"

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Tags: love, relationships, ocean, falling, albatross, cliff, chasing


By D. Sager, published on Dec 20, 2011

I take a minute, to look out from the world that is me, to see carefully maintained facades in the all the faces looking back. I understand I am the same, different from what you perceive, disguised in my intentions. I have masks to hide the things that my mind thinks, hiding my brokenness, deceiving you, protecting me. Crafting these masks carefully in the heat of pain, shame polishing the rough edges to a delightful smile, I take cover from you my companion, or you my enemy. These facades have mistakenly become my reality, deceiving myself with this subterfuge, believing my lies. I must... (more)

Tags: masks, facades, hidden identity, intentions, disquises

The Strength Sapping Power Of Sex

By D. Sager, published on Dec 19, 2011

“Do not give your strength to women, nor your ways to that which destroys kings.” - Hebrew proverb

This wisdom extends to women as well. Exchange the word “women” to “men” and follow my line of thought. My energy being limited, like all of my resources, I must allocate it with economy. Pursuing the opposite sex opens black holes, that will swallow my impetus quickly, leaving me lacking the necessary resources to handle my responsibilities and weakening my resolve to improve myself. Relationships take work, and in this case, less is more. The amount of time, energy, and money expended... (more)

Tags: sex, relationships, wisdom, strength, multiple partners

3 A.M.

By D. Sager, published on Dec 16, 2011

We are old adversaries, 3 a.m. and I, from my youth we've struggled together. Many are the battles, endured, survived. Everything is clear, nowhere to hide from my thoughts, from my past, from my heart. Lying awake at 3, reality is raw, my thoughts accusing, blaming, vindictive. Who can stand alone with 3 a.m.? Hauntings begin, things you thought were dead, coming to life. I now called out, my battle cry at this loathsome time.

"3, you sought my life, mercilessly slaying my peace, wracking my soul with dread at having to face you, again, again, and again, always there. Come let's wrestle... (more)

Tags: relationships, mental health, positive thinking, wrestling, hope, lover, success, 3 a.m., early morning

Russian Roulette

By D. Sager, published on Dec 15, 2011

I slid bullets into the chamber, spinning the cylinder, my world balancing on a razor's edge, looking down the barrel of the gun.

That was how it ended up, but the beginning was only moments before...

The cabinet was open. I fancied the .38, its slight sheen producing a dull rainbow of metallic colors. I loaded it with hollow points, short and thick, like me. Looking curiously at the soft lead, its deep hole a receptacle for my soul, I held it up to my temple. Looking, without seeing, in the glass of the gun cabinet, my reflection taunted me, but I felt nothing, ignoring the... (more)

Tags: depression, mental illness, suicide, abuse, gun, bullying

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