zaare

is calmly insane

11 Watchers32 Deviations

Pageviews

Latest Deviations

See all

Just another breath by zaare, literature

Literature

Just another breath

Just Another Breath ~ Closed my eyes said I won't see what we have lost and what can be Forgot hunger when there was anger to feed deep scars this hatred will breed Chased my mind to mute the screams no need to breathe to me it seems Told me to belive and make it last to blindly swallow the ideas you cast When all is said and all is done our mistakes will never be undone Close my eyes yet I will see what I saw before and what can be Forget life when there's room for greed hatred in turn will those scars breed Graze my mind to taste these dreams which will not breathe to me it seems Tell me of pain and it wil

The broken one by zaare, literature

Literature

The broken one

The broken one ~ You take a final look, and think it's as good as new. You focus on a part that's whole, and see the thin cracks fade. You reminisce too often, but sometimes think it's over. Your fingers touch those lines, but can't feel their existence. You have placed them together, and the pieces are in place. Your eyes inspect that reflection, but can't accept this healing. You feel this mirror as unreal, and an inspiration to reflect. You foresee judgement from the crowds, and their way of ignorance. You wish to leave them behind, but when all alone, you see the mirror never did break; And the broken one is you. ~

Please leave by zaare, literature

Literature

Please leave

Please, leave ~ Nothing can push me further Nothing can pull me lower Am I the dream you followed? Please, leave. You\'ve shattered your chains, and I can\'t seem to just break free. Nothing can chain you harder Nothing can break your will Am I the reason you stayed? Please, leave. You\'ve found your wings, and I don\'t want to keep you down. Nothing can make this harder Nothing can break us apart Let me be the lone sacrifice, please, leave. ~

Never forgotten by zaare, literature

Literature

Never forgotten

Never forgotten ~ Happy memories from a distant past... ...like footprints in the sand, victims to the wind, they are to be made, not followed. ...like pictures in my mind, shapes changed by time, they are to be seen, not copied. ...like voices that linger, echoes of time gone, they are to be heard, not prevented. ...like realities that remain, revealing a past, they are to be remembered, not forgotten. No, never forgotten... ~

See All

Featured Gallery

See all

The Freak by zaare, literature

Literature

The Freak

The Freak --------- You don't look so You don't see and You don't understand 'cause You don't see "I'm not a freak" I wanted to shout I wasn't a freak I didn't scream I escaped hell You made a new one It felt personal just for me The freak you pushed didn't fall The freak You taunted heard You The freak You despised was distant The freak You hated hadn't hurt You I was in pain You hurt me again I licked my wounds You cut me deeper I feel like that freak You made me feel this way I feel like that freak I am that freak The freak You fear I've become it The deamon You hide from You've made it I Didn't notice no

If you were here by zaare, literature

Literature

If you were here

Haven't seen you in a while Not since it was too late Not since the day I saw a truth It wouldn't be dark It wouldn't rain If you were here Haven't talked to you in a while Not since we thought we'd meet again Not since the day I couldn't believe We would talk You would tell me If you were here Wish I knew your side of it all About the day we fell About the day we were robbed You'd be there I'd walk... with you If you were here Can't remember your face anymore The only thing I didn't want to forget The only thing I try to remember I would rest I would know If you were here And we lost 'Cause I didn't want to choose '

Dancing-Part I by zaare, literature

Literature

Dancing-Part I

Through the transparency, I see her. With eyes of the invisible, I watch her. Embracing the rythm as she dances, time stops. Grasping for air as she turnes, serenity is here. At the sight of the smile on her face, the moon envy. At the light steps full of grace, the stars marveled. Her sweet breath caressing my heart wanting to burst, she looks at me. Gravity no longer able to hold me, I smile back. I fly...

Dancing-Part II by zaare, literature

Literature

Dancing-Part II

Sharp edged words shaping my soul, as scenery changes. 'This is a new dance, no room for you', and she dances away. Music fades and ears are deafened, as mind screams. A cold shower of pain washes the magic away, and the moon is gone. The plague infecting from inside, as hope apears. Alone with torment... wishing the disease to kill the hurt, I finaly see where I belong. The flame takes one last breath, and the will indifferent. The lone putrefied shell remains watching, as she turns back. Too late...

The easy way out by zaare, literature

Literature

The easy way out

The easy way out Puting the golden case into it's socket, thinking of the past. Holding the beast in hand, not wanting to know grief. Wishing the monster to take away the pain, the promise of peace is made. The desperate trust, to find the easy way out. Raising the hand that promise brings, feels calm. Thinking of fear, the hand refuses to shake. Hesitating since someone's there, a distant voice is heard. The appeal to think twice, to refuse the easy way out. Forcing to keep, what was never asked for. Being guilty for everything undone, unwilling to go back. Wanting it to stop, the empty stare into nothing. Only one thi

Thinking of you mom by zaare, literature

Literature

Thinking of you mom

‰PNG IHDR¼ôP;iˆ ;iCCPPhotoshop ICC profilexœ�–wTSÙ‡Ï½7½P'Š"ÐkhRH ½H'.*1 JÀ�"6DTpDQ'¦2(à€£C'±"Š…Q±ëDÔqp–Idß¼yïÍ›ß÷~kŸ½ÏÝgï}Öº�üƒÂLX €¡XáçÅˆ�‹g`ðlàp³³BøF™|ØŒl™ø½º ùû*Ó?ŒÁÿŸ"¹Y"1P˜ŒçòøÙ\É8=Wœ%·OÉ˜¶4MÎ0JÎ"Y‚2V"sò,[|ö™e9ó2„x´·Ç¥§ã{Ëï÷Ó=Vs\åxÙ Â‰¢ŸNæŸœ>•uêééäÓc½Kzïœ‰=s/¼oðlÐÙóç|Ï�é÷ì?yÞõü±ÎŽ^d]ìºäp©sÀ~ ãû:;‡‡º/;]îž7|âŠû•ÓW½¯ž»píÒÈü'áëQ×oÞH¸!½É»ùèVúç·snÏÜYs}·äžÒ½Šûš÷~4ý±]ê =>ê=:ð`Áƒ;cÜ±'?eÿô~¼è!ùaÅ„ÎDó#ÛGÇ&}'/?^øxüIÖ"™§Å?+ÿ\ûÌäÙw¿xü20;5þ\ôüÓ¯›_¨¿ØÿÒîeïtØôýW¯f^—¼Qsà-ëmÿ»˜w3¹ï±ï+?˜~èùôñî§ŒOŸ~÷„óû¨õ÷}gAMA±Ž|ûQ" cHRMz%€ƒùÿ€èu0ê`:—o—©™ÔšIDATxœb`â€''q �0 FÁ(£`Œ@£hŒ‚Q0 FÁ(D€E£`Œ‚Q0

Watchers 11

thredd

aliex

moogstruck

contra

aggro

zuzi

melladh

fireinside

vikki

acroming

anglverona

Watching 13

banxter

chichi-mafia-hq

aggro

zuzi

fireinside

melladh

vikki

anglverona

Sirhurt

firesaber16985

9thdoctor

acroming

joe-schmoe

Collection

Favourites

See all

An ode to good moments by melladh, literature

Literature

An ode to good moments

The rain is drumming. Drumming on everything. On the lake, and on the road. On the roof of cars. On the roof of the car we're in. We're parked by a bridge leading high above calm water. Raindrops doesn't fall longer than for the moment they're needed. The sky has changed colour. The grey day changed into clear evening. A cool magenta and blue and the lake is darkening. A fairly small wooden craft perhaps a remade fishingboat passes under the bridge. Lanterns newly lit during the last rays of sunshine which doesn't reach down there. Plans are laid for the future. Future travels and adventures. New playgrounds to visit. Y

Nightfall nightfall by melladh, literature

The rest is all machinery by melladh, literature

Literature

The rest is all machinery

If I were a dream, would you want to wake up quickly or sleep forever, or perhaps just doze a little longer in the morning hours... And I wonder where the lost souls dwell. There is only this much human in us all. The rest is all machinery. The rest is all corrupt. Perhaps that is the meaning of being human. Humane is a lost term. To be human is to be unhumane. When you think of the meaning we put in the word humane. And the light of stars go out one by one. Red clouds cover the sky as the sickened sun rises. And burns our skin. We are all dead inside. We just don't know it yet. We are programmed to believe. To not know who we

In lightnings gloss by melladh, literature

Literature

In lightnings gloss

The night was dark of storms delight My lady stood beside me She was oh so full of fright Her arms wrapped tight around me The ocean was alive with rage Like in tricks made by a mage And over it lay lightnings gloss. Oh how beautiful it was. I held my lady tight and close I heard her beating heart Her beauty was that of a rose, A rosebud from the start. And then I saw, back over there On the wall, a pointed spear And over it lay lightnings gloss. Oh how beautiful it was. This memory should ever last in her lovely mind This I thought and really fast the answer I could find On the spear I thrusted her Let

Ghostdreams by melladh, literature

Literature

Ghostdreams

I\'m stuck in this machinery Working with my soul sleeping Nothing making me live... I\'m just alive to continue living. Writing words I\'ve said before Speaking sentances already written And the world goes round like a gigantic carousel. There\'s no music playing Not here, not anymore. The piano is home to mice and spiders strings broken long ago. Ghosts play melodies unheard on harps of spiders web. They never show themselves, they go unheard. You still know they never smile. They never would. The clock is ticking. The clock hasn\'t worked for eleven years. It doesn\'t move, it only ticks. Enhancing silence. Like heartbea

My want for you by melladh, literature

Literature

My want for you

Your breath against my skin silence I hear you inhale feel you exhale closer slowly closer Your lips so close to my cheek I can feel them though there\'s no touch yet I move my head my lips face yours so close your lower lip between my lips yet no touch slowly so slowly a kiss one eternity passes Lips separate for more less of an eternity kisses Your arms trembling slowly placed around me Courage and you pull me tightly close to you My arms around your neck Your hands beginning to explore slipping in underneath my shirt caressing my back My tongue seeks playing with yours Inhale Exhale I kiss your c

Glory by melladh, literature

State of Grey by melladh, literature

Literature

State of Grey

There is a place where most people have been, but not really taken so much notice of. They have travelled through it on their way to Somewhere Else. This place is called the State of Grey. People don't really think of why. They do not even think of its name. Most just know they dislike it. It does not look much for the world. Some pines. Some firs. Birches and other trees. Most of the roads are gravelled. The only traffic there is the one from outside. Those who live there doesn't drive. There is a car. An old car, about to begin to rust. But no one drives it. The State of Grey has only two inhabitants. One is of the female gender and o

Deviation Spotlight

Beaten hollow by zaare, visual art

Beaten hollow

zaare

Deviation Spotlight

Uncertainty by zaare, visual art

Uncertainty

zaare

About zaare

See all

Sweden
Deviant for 22 years
www.zaare.com
He / Him

Badges

My Bio

Current Residence: A comfy, dark corner of the maze (with Melladh)
Operating System: The one I was born with
Shell of choice: The one I broke
Wallpaper of choice: The one I threw away
Skin of choice: The one I peeled off

Favourite Games

The one I seem to lose

Favourite Gaming Platform

The one I keep falling off of

Tools of the Trade

The ones I can't use

Other Interests

Breaking the end

Posts

See all

zaare

Jul 12, 2005

Recycling reality

0 min read

Today I sleep, hoping when I wake, I will have dreamt something real. Infinity endured. Suppression recycled. Torture realized. Oppressor protected. Molded ignorance, assuring my sanity, keeping me callously embraced at night. Mentality commercialized. Yesterday ignored. Jilted slivers of dreams, unified to obscure, rendering a tale neglected by time, as I gaze upon this lair, weaved of delusions. Echoes of ancient facts nonchalantly graze this tranquil realm of reality that bends, yielding for imagination. Traces appear once again, afflictions when awake, kneading this aging tale every time I turn. Unspoken fear

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

zaare

Sep 29, 2004

The Message

0 min read

The sweet lemons will come next month.

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

zaare

Jan 12, 2004

It's about time... ?

0 min read

Well... I was convinced to log on by melladh (https://www.deviantart.com/melladh), even though I don't really feel I have the amount of time that I like to put into my comments. Or maybe I was simply afraid of the large number of new deviations I suspected would stare me in the face at a potential log-on, as someone lying here close to me said a few minutes ago. Seeing the number 123, I think maybe I should have been afraid... very afraid. Very well, off to the new deviations, hoping they won't increase as I read/watch the ones on my current list. But who am I kidding... -----------Update------------ And what do you think happened after my new journal entry was written