When we think about the people we hold close to us, a visible light shines. This light draws us to each of those loved ones that we use as a mirror, and can see ourselves within. Essence of Inner Self is another passion project that entails the characteristics of the ones I hold close to my heart, and can see something in them that I see within myself. Each poem reflects an individual that stands out to me and what I admire and adore about them the most. Please enjoy!

Logic

Compassion

Resilience

Affability

Evermore

Consistency

ber // may 2025
lyrics/keys/mix/artwork by trours yuly
mix/master by bllyz
!!!! den kserw giati den to eixa anevasei toso kairo

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Cada mañana, al despertar,
Tomamos del estante una nueva máscara,
Hecha de sonrisas y cortesía,
De todo aquello que la vida exige cada día.

¿Cuántos disfraces te has puesto al andar?
¿Cuántas verdades ocultas al mar?
Máscaras de luz, de sombras, de fe,
De amores que no fueron, de lo que pudo ser.

¿Quién soy detrás de esta piel prestada?
Una sombra de mí, una luz apagada.
Oculto mis miedos, mis sueños perdidos,
Tras esta sonrisa con secreto escondido.

Sonrisas esculpidas con cuidado, Miradas que evitan lo inesperado, Fingimos fortaleza, amor y alegría, Pero en el fondo, todo es fantasía.

¿Quién somos cuando nadie nos mira?
Cuando las luces se apagan y el día se retira,
¿quién queda al final, tras tanta ficción?
¿Conocemos la elección en esta función?

¿Cuántos disfraces te has puesto al andar?
¿Cuántas verdades ocultas al mar?
Máscaras de luz, de sombras, de fe,
De amores que no fueron, de lo que pudo ser.

¿Quién soy detrás de esta piel prestada?
Una sombra de mí, una luz apagada.
Oculto mis miedos, mis sueños perdidos,
Tras esta sonrisa con secreto escondido.

Quítame la máscara, si puedes mirar,
Más allá del disfraz que aprendí a llevar.
Verás lo débil que soy, humano, real,
Un alma desnuda buscando un final.

¿Por qué tememos tanto ser reales? ¿Dejar al descubierto nuestros males? Quizás porque la verdad nos duela, Y la máscara, en cambio, nos consuela.

¿Cuántos disfraces te has puesto al andar?
¿Cuántas verdades ocultas al mar?
Máscaras de luz, de sombras, de fe,
De amores que no fueron, de lo que pudo ser.

¿Quién soy detrás de esta piel prestada?
Una sombra de mí, una luz apagada.
Oculto mis miedos, mis sueños perdidos,
Tras esta sonrisa con secreto escondido.

Mascaras

Mamikrobyong upuan (Ft. Kidstar88)

💙Essence of Illumination⚔️
 (Anonymous Confessions For Crush- Viking-Slavic Edition)
 
A warrior's heart, a Viking's soul,
You stand tall, a story to be told.
With eyes that gleam, a fire within,
You paint the world, a vibrant spin.
 
A modern warrior, strong and bold,
Your spirit echoes tales of old.
A legacy of strength you bear,
A father's wisdom, beyond compare.
 
You are the light, my world you grace,
A Voivode's strength, a gentle embrace.
My songs they sing, of your noble deeds,
A heart of gold, your spirit bleeds.
 
May the gods bless you, your family too,
With health and strength, a warrior's view.
May you stay strong, like a fearless knight,
With every challenge, you'll shine ever bright.
 
Like a Viking ship, you sail the seas,
With courage and grace, you conquer with ease.
May your spirit soar, like the eagle's flight,
And your journey be filled with endless light.
 
Though whispers of darkness may fill the air,
I see a light, a soul to repair.
May you renew, and be a better you,
The essence of illumination, shining through.
 
And though the world may cast its shade,
Your brilliance shines, a light unafraid.
For in your eyes, I see the truth,
A warrior's heart, a timeless youth.

I TRIG- LOVE U.

- lanscaliburr-

Essence of Illumination (Spoken Poetry)

Sylvia Plath on Poetry:
 A poem can’t take the place of a plum, or an apple. But just as a painting can recreate, by illusion, the dimension it loses by being confined to canvas, so a poem, by its own system of illusions, can set up a rich and apparently living world within its particular limits. Most of the poems I will introduce in the next few minutes attempt to recreate, in their own way, definite situations and landscapes. They are, quite emphatically, about the things of this world.

When I say “this world” I include, of course, such feelings as fear and despair and barrenness, as well as domestic love and delight in nature. These darker emotions may well put on the mask of quite unworldly things, such as ghosts or trolls or antique gods.



Sylvia Plath on Poetry - Mc Manus Experience

Lyrics

Aquí hai homes que preparan unha guerra sosegada
Ante mesas aborrecidas de papeis macilentos
De mans cegas a calquera utilidade
De virus estrategas entre tanta rotina

O vento cheira a cadáver
A víctima diaria da harmonía universal
A apocalíptico vertedoiro
Antes de sementar nas nosas almas vencidas
Unha canción sen memoria
Unha guerra soa sempre
Aínda dende moi lonxe
Un estertor terminante
Ven procurar os cristais da Cidade
Que se despide continuamente de si mesma

Ecos desde lugares extremos
Case sen son, ecos secos tan secos
Que dificilmente sentencian a súa propia morte
Xorda como muller nos seus últimos vestidos

O vento cheira a cadáver
A víctima diaria da harmonía universal
A apocalíptico vertedoiro
Antes de sementar nas nosas almas vencidas
Unha canción sen memoria
Unha guerra soa sempre
Aínda desde moi lonxe
Un estertor terminante
Ven procurar os cristais da Cidade
Que se despide continuamente de si mesma

Nos domingos tranquilos
cando a paz aborrece a espera
Nunca vin tanto silencio belixerante
mordendo a destrución de tantos nomes

O vento cheira a cadáver
A vïctima diaria da harmonía universal
A apocalíptico vertedoiro
Antes de sementar nas nosas almas vencidas
Unha canción sen memoria
Unha guerra soa sempre
Aínda desde moi lonxe
Un estertor terminante
Ven procurar os cristais da Cidade
Que se despide continuamente de si mesma

Os nenos, de cóbados na xanela,
Enfrontaban a história inconscientes,
Nun palpebrexo tan veloz como a infancia.
Pero aínda hai un cambio posíbel que se reserva no bolso,
Un remanente da derrota, para mirar arredor.

O vento cheira a cadáver
A víctima diaria da harmonía universal
A apocalíptico vertedoiro
Antes de sementar nas nosas almas vencidas
Unha canción sen memoria
Unha guerra soa sempre
Aínda desde moi lonxe
Un estertor terminante
Ven procurar os cristais da Cidade
Que se despide continuamente de si mesma

Adaptación L.Villalta

Guerra cadaver

Gira gira la lancetta gira

⚠️THIS IS MY ORIGINAL SONG. ⚠️ 
IF YOU USE IT IN ANY WAY, U MUST CREDIT ME EXACTLY AS FOLLOWS:
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Music featured: "FLOW3RS TO MY D3MONS"
Written and performed by PSYCHOFAERY
℗ Courtesy of Liza Loretta György
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🫠🤌🏻💗Forgive me, but I'm just immensely proud to be progressing so quickly on the path of music composition. I only uploaded my first mix at the end of last summer and since then I've had a number of other works in a variety of styles and themes. I recorded this one on a piano & the lyrics were improvised on a tape recorder while I was sitting on a street corner yesterday enjoying a hopeful, damp, dark and inspiring night. The rest is a behind-the-scenes story. :D hahahahahah Anyway, here you can hear me talk, sing, moan and scream as well...

PSYCHOFAERY - ꧁ᬊᬁFLOW3RS TO MY D3MONSᬊ᭄꧂ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ 𓂋 🪽

Beneath the floorboards, where silence splits,
I press my cheek to the wood’s scarred grit.
The air thickens—
Copper stings, a whisper of blood,
A hiss, sharp and metallic.
 
The bottle breathes its serrated tune.
In the moon’s raw gloom,
A wraith convulses—
Hide and seek.
I’m the prey.
Flesh flayed open, fists relentless,
Bruising shadows into permanence.

I carve tallies in the wall’s cracked grain.
Counting.
Counting the strikes
Until he drinks again.
Each creak, a rib-cracked snare,
My pulse sobbing,
Skin slit bare.

Liquid flares like a butcher’s eye,
Gutting hush.
A lullaby drowned
In a flood of crimson doubt.
Hide and seek.
There is no way out.

Once, his hands shaped kites,
Tied dreams to strings,
Sent them soaring,
The sky wide, the horizon unbroken.
Now, those same hands scorch,
Searing my scalp,
Charred veins
Ashen with betrayal.

Glass meets lips—
A dirge erupts.
A howl splits marrow from meaning.
Hide and seek.
There is no sanctuary,
Only blood crusted thick,
Fever’s raw grip.
   
His shape twists—
Gashed outlines haunt.
Light splinters—
Welts shine.
I crumple inward,
A scab,
A stain.
Choking on guilt.
Splintered pain.

The bottle breathes again.
Its hunger vast,
Feasting on screams.
I’m unstrung.
A child unravelled,
The darks begun.

When dawn drags its nails through the curtain,
I claw myself free
From red-stitched dreams.
Quiet lies brittle, a veneer
Over the dread
Dusk will exhume.

And yet—
I’ll never flee this shredded vein.
But still, I spit at terror’s chain.
I am no ghost,
Though torn, I gleam—
A heart burning
In an endless scream.

Bone Tally Lullaby Poem

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ 
Lately I've been distracted by syncretic music and sound collages, so no new mixes have been made. As I'm dead tired I just want to add to the music below that the title speaks for itself, especially in relation to my personal narrative. This is the result of 10 hours of tedious work. As I'm still learning to write my own music, so this time I've been fusing sounds I've picked up from all over the world wibe web, including Dark Whisper as the saint of Hi-tech, but also random, gatekeeped lolicore and darkpsy bands  and many more... 
It now feels like an absolute step up in terms of the CRY-TECH project. ((I just have to pass my uni exams...))

PSYCHOFAERY - ꧁𓊈𒆜BЦƬ IM ПӨ ΛПGΣᄂ𒆜𓊉꧂ ꒰ঌ👁໒꒱ 𒋦𒍹𒄦 ִֶָ🪑𓍯𓂃 ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

🌸Hardcore Disco, Intense Hip-Hop, Uplifting EDM, and more genres to explore...

LOVE, EDUCATION, TALENT, STRENGHT, AND BROTHERHOOD ARE MY GREATEST MOTIVATORS!- Combining different styles of music.

I AM AN INDEPENDENT SINGER, SONGWRITER, AND A.I. MUSIC CREATOR AND SONGWRITER FROM SOUTHEAST ASIA. 

I WRITE SONGS IN ENGLISH, GERMAN, AND POLISH- Even though I am not fluent. Thanks to A.I. and Online translators. 


NOTE:

THANKS FOR STOPPING BY. :)


FIRST COLLABORATION: 21ST CENTURY VIKING STORIES (MORUSMEDIENPOOL)-OST FIGHT2WIN

El Urco aúlla desde las lejanas tierras del norte donde habitan Joy Division, The Cure, My Bloody Valentine, Javier Corcobado, Depeche Mode...
Combinando bajo, viejas guitarras y sintetizadores míticos (Korg MS20, Roland MC505, Korg Volcas...) con cajas de ritmos, Pablo (aka Urco) deriva entre melodías post punk, shoegaze, darkwave y synthwave
Web  http://www.urco.hol.es
Bandcamp  https://urco.bandcamp.com
Youtube   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMQQPB26qoRce1dHKAcdHwA

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

out here posting shittily recorded and edited covers im actually not gonna be liking 3 days and 582 plays after i post them tehee

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꧁ᬊᬁ𓂀ITS WORTH CHECKING MY FEED REGULARLY𓂀 ᬊ᭄꧂
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𓂀SECRET JOURNEY OF LOST TRACKS & NEW FREQUENCIES𓂀  
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PSYCHOFAERY is a 25 yrs old outsider artist from EU Hungary who creates psycore & dark hi-tech psytrance mashups, musical compositions & mixes. CRY-TECH is her own experimental, crossover genre, heavily inspired by the art movements of dadaism, surrealism & avant-garde, consisting of organic, symphonic & electronic sounds which are often merged into whole within a process of free improvisation. 


ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮4 MORE OF HER WORK SUBSCRIBE 2 HER YT CHANNEL:  ❗@psychofaery❗   https://youtube.com/@psychofaery?si=yA8jS-frFlbkxktv


📣LOLI GYØRGY AKA PSYCHOFAERY LORE:
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2024: Mar.1st DJ controller
           Aug.1st mix 
           Nov.mashuping
           Dec.1st OG (dark ambient) track, MY D3MONS & I
2025: Feb.soundcollageing
            Mar.2nd OG (melodic psycore) track, FLOW3RS TO MY D3MONS

Meanwhile she keeps existing as an artistically obsessed producer whose creation palette of techniques falls infinite.
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𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

Hello y’all! I’m Matty, and I’m a poet. I’m here to read the poems I’ve made aloud to express the thoughts and feelings behind them.

New tracks tagged #Spoken Poetry