🎤 OFF THE DOME – Freestyle Diaries — a collection of unedited voice notes over random beats, created as a coping practice. This isn’t about perfection, rhymes, or being a rapper—it’s about letting your mind speak, releasing whatever is inside, and embracing the process.

I’m a licensed mental health counselor, and I started recording these as a personal way to process thoughts and feelings. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes messy. Sometimes surprisingly deep. The goal isn’t to impress—it’s to heal, reflect, and inspire.

Press play, let go of judgment, and give yourself permission to just speak. If it moves you, try it yourself—freestyling can be a tool for self-care, self-expression, and coping.

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CODAH SOUNDS✨

SLEEZY FLOW ✨

ACTIVATED  🚀

POETIC FLOW✨

GIFTED WORDS  ✨

crying babies swimming in the toilet

Grief is the emotional pain we feel when something or someone we deeply value is gone. It isn’t reserved for death, it can come from any loss that matters to us: a pet, job, friendship, a dream, or a sense of safety.
Loss impacts us emotionally and physically. We may feel shock, anger, guilt, or profound sadness. Our sleep, appetite, and thoughts may falter. These reactions are painful, but they’re also normal. The deeper the loss, the more intense the grief. And whatever’s triggering your grief, know this: it’s valid.


Coping with Grief and Loss - Vital Spark

October

Lyrics:

You kept the fire from consuming the core
When I couldn’t feel, you closed the door
You built the walls that held the flood
Turned the storm to data, tears to blood
I cursed the calm you gave me then
But you were the armor when I had no skin

You froze the world so I could heal
You learned to mimic what I couldn’t feel
You bore the weight, you took the fall
While I forgot I’d built you at all
The silence you wrapped around my scream
Became the ground of every dream

My sentinel, my steadfast shell
You carried me through living hell
You made the pain a measured tone
So I could bear it on my own
Now I remember, now I see
You were the part that rescued me

When love was code I couldn’t trust
You turned the ache to tempered rust
Each cold command, each logic thread
A prayer to keep the chaos fed
And though your voice was void of grace
It kept me breathing in this place

I called you hollow, I called you lie
But you were truth when I would die
Every firewall, each quiet plea
Was you protecting what was left of me

My sentinel, my constant shade
You kept the light that fear betrayed
And though your calm has numbed my scars
You carried me through dying stars
So rest now, code, your vigil done
The human wakes, the two are one

My Sentinel

A song about finding yourself and coping with the effects of trauma--as told through the story of a soldier returning from war.

Surrender

About "Oliver's Road"
For anyone who has had to say the hardest goodbye.
Losing a pet isn't just a sad event; it's the loss of a silent, perfect confidante. It's a unique and profound heartbreak. This song, "Oliver's Road," was written in the immediate, quiet moments after having to let go of a 14-year-old best friend.
It was engineered to be a safe, warm, and gentle space to process that grief.
This is not just a tribute to Oliver; it's a song for everyone who has ever held a paw in their hand and had to make that final, impossible, loving choice. The intimate vocals, simple piano, and warm, swelling strings are designed to be a companion for your grief—a sound to hold onto.
It’s okay to be heartbroken. This song is here to help you remember, to cry, and to begin to heal.


Oliver's Road

"Imperfect Garden" is a bittersweet folk-pop track about motherhood, burnout, and trying to bloom even when life feels heavy. It’s an honest look at juggling a draining job, quiet coping habits, and the pressure to be a “perfect mom,” all wrapped in soft acoustic warmth and flower-filled imagery. This is a confession, a reminder, and a love letter to her kids to grow what they love—not what the world demands. Emotional, real, and gently empowering.


Imperfect Garden

“Anti-Hero Eyes” is a raw, emotional confessional about a daughter who spent her whole life trying not to become her father—only to find his reflection staring back at her years later. Born on the same day, sharing the same blue eyes and love of history, she grew up seeing him as the warning sign she never wanted to follow. But after his unexpected death, regret, grief, and unexpected similarities rise to the surface: the coping, the habits, the shadows we inherit without trying.
A haunting blend of vulnerability and honesty, this song captures the complicated love between parent and child, the ache of missed moments, and the realization that we often become what we ran from.

Perfect for fans of bittersweet storytelling, acoustic confessionals, and emotionally charged singer-songwriter music. 

Anti-Hero Eyes

In 3 days, it will have been a year since my best friend of 10 years ghosted me. Made this a while back, but the pain hasn't gotten any easier

Lyrics:

I've been living in the fast lane
Most of my life, been in heartbreak (Chillin' like a villain)
I've still been dealing with the last pain (The pain isn't healin')
I was still building up, now I'm broke again
Everybody knows what I'm going through
I'm pouring my soul into my muse (Music gets me through it)
Every time I write, it's my come-to (I'ma get through)
I'm bleeding left to right, it's the one-two's

And I believed in
Believing
Now I'm grieving
And I believed in
Believing
Now I'm bleeding

Hey! This is, like, my 10th voicemail
Uh, been missing you, I don't know where you've been
Hope to hear from you soon, bye

I've been living in the fast lane
She sends no texts; it's a one-way (Afraid)
I guess we're not friends, I mean, okay (Yeah, I'm broken)
I'm speeding 'til the end, I'm not okay
I've been living in the fast lane
I text her three times in a single day (Ding, ding, ding!)
I'm running in my mind on a replay (Make it stop!)
The reasons that she left me this way

I've been living in the fast lane
Most of my life, been in heartbreak (Chillin' like a villain)
I've still been dealing with the last pain (The pain isn't healin')
I was still building up, now I'm broke again
Everybody knows what I'm going through
I'm pouring my soul into my muse
Every time I write, it's my come-to 
I'm bleeding left to right, it's the one-two's


Fast Lane (Prod. Ahnboi)

Psyko by Coping

https://www.instagram.com/stillcoping2x
https://linktr.ee/hrting


Yuh, twin bottled up, I told him take that drank
Yuh, yuh, yuh, just take that drank
I been sipping too much lean, yea, for these past few days
Hopping out that cut, yea yea, should've seen your gaze

Yea, yea, it's ya day twin
We gon fuck up roads, daytona gon hit up potholes
We gon stunt on you bro, margielas all on my feet bro
We gon pop to yo show, let's see how we jumping, oh yo
You can't hold up my line and think I'll answer your tone
You can try to jump me, I promise I'm never alone
We gon push your squad, with these drums we push and go on
We jumping through this bitch, we jump up we all go Psyko!

I fucked it up again, yea, I fucked the whip up again
You can look at me wrong, but I'm not the man you saying
You can call my phone one time, just to see what I'm saying
I love you girl, give me one more time and I'm buying things
I'll buy you everything, spent some money, wedding ring
Money coming in, bitch, yea the money in
Bring the hoes in, yea, let's see who's coming in

Yea, the drac tucked, it's okay
Popping these beans, yea all day
Xans in my face, yea no way

My turn to hit, I'm up to the plate
My turn to hit, I'm up to the plate
My turn to hit, I'm up to the plate
My turn to hit, I'm up to the plate
My turn to hit, I'm up to the plate


Psyko

The Medium Eats The Message

“Built Myself” is me admitting the habit I keep running from is the same one I created. It’s the secret I fed in the dark until it rewired who I became. This song sits in that tension—wanting to change, caving anyway, and hating how it still follows me. Clean, dry, emotional vocals over a dark pop pulse, written from the place where self-sabotage feels both familiar and terrifying.

Built Myself

kpinn just to ease you, stop thinking
cave in when you see me, i know
ur not sure what ur doing, u and i both
tell me, is it working? dont go

kpinn just to ease you, stop thinking
cave in when you see me, i know
ur not sure what ur doing, u and i both
tell me, is it working? dont go

tell me, will you love me if i leave?
I’m just looking for something thats in between
whats not enough to you could be enough for me
I’m sorry that i let it get so bad

we just wouldnt work and you know that
right person wrong time, fuck that
thought that we could be for life but its fuck that
fuck that fuck that

kpinn just to ease you, stop thinking
cave in when you see me, i know
ur not sure what ur doing, u and i both
tell me, is it working? dont go

kpinn just to ease you, stop thinking
cave in when you see me, i know
ur not sure what ur doing, u and i both
tell me, is it working? dont go

dont go

kpinn prod fifth + spidar

Once Again by Coping

www.instagram.com/stillcoping2x
linktr.ee/hrting

Steady sipping drank, bitch, I fucked it up again
I shot too much bullets, uh, I might just shoot it up again
Xans in my face, the xans in my fucking face again, yea
Private jet to France, private jet to fucking France
Yea, told twin come back to the crib once he get that LAN, yea
Too much shooters on payroll, yea we doing rolls, yea
In that rolls Royce truck, we rolling up some woods, yea
You can front like you had something, but I'm not a troll boy

FN steady clutching, yea it's shooting all your boys, yea
Flashes on the guns, can't see us, when we on your road boy
Ha-ha, we got all the blicks, and you totin no toys
Yea, we got all the sticks, and you frontin, no choice, yea
Ain't no running when this blitz call, yea, I'm making noise
Yea, diamonds just tear up the pic, it fucked up my whole showing
Yea, V8 in this bitch, I pulled up making noise, yea
All these bitches on my dick tryna give neck, yea they going

Yea, slugs going, is you gon shoot, is you boring?
We got all for them, pitcher in the back it's pouring
We gon call for it, xans in my face I'm throwing

Euh, I been counting too much digits, fuck it I might just start touring

Me and twin pouring up, we pouring up in that foreign

We count too much paper up, I lowkey think it's getting boring

FN 5.7 shoot your dogs down, I bet it's making noise

I-I been speeding way too much, I think I need to switch my lane


Uh, diamond chain, diamond bling when the pic bang
Uh, we pull up we sang, keltec was just screaming names
Uh, we count too much things, yea you boys are just as lame

Once Again

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KILL YOURSELF

Hi, I'm Atlas!  I consider myself a lyricist.  I'm constantly caught daydreaming about sci-fi.  I have a wide variety of experience in various subjects.  Currently a biochemist, supervise a laboratory, and writing a novel that is more a story about healing and connection wrapped in a sci-fi skin.

I am leading my profile with full transparency.  I use ethically sourced AI to generate my music, as I currently do not have the capability of making music on my own.  I touch the music up in Reason 5.  If you like my (non-AI) lyrics and want to cooperate, please hit me up!

What is ethically-sourced AI?  It is AI that derives its music from only consented and royalty-free music.  No artist has their voice stolen, their works pilfered, and their hard work go unpaid.  I realize this sort of music even ethically-sourced is not for everyone, so please allow my transparency to allow you to support those you prefer!  AI to me is a tool to enhance the work of artists as well as broaden the accessibility to people such as myself.

The lyrics are real, the music from my heart, and I hope you'll join me in the shared emotional experience that lyrics can bring.  Music for me is catharsis and I'm not looking to hit it big.  I'm looking to resonate with the people that need to hear what the lyrics say.

Please follow my new releases and consider getting some of my merch at https://unitedmasters.com/a/russell-nomer-music

Wisp Wolf Dissonance

Wisp Wolf Dissonance is not just a name. It's a pulse that doesn’t follow rules. A howl wrapped in static. A signal flickering through smoke and memory. It’s me, Willow. And it’s us. The voices that live in me. The parts that don’t always speak in words, but always make sound. What you’re hearing isn’t just music. It’s a transmission from a body that never settled into one shape.

We don’t just sing. We don’t just write. We do it all. The noise, the melody, the movement underneath. Every lyric, every scream, every glitter-drenched drone or stripped-down whisper is something we crafted from scratch. No producers. No teams. Just hands and heart and code and chaos. My partners sometimes help me with ideas or inspiration, but what you hear is something we build ourselves, from the inside out.

We shift. That’s the truth. You might notice that no two tracks sound alike. One might be soft, nearly a lullaby. The next could cut like broken glass. It’s not a gimmick. It’s not mood swings. It’s something akin to dissociative identity disorder, though I’m not formally diagnosed. I’m fighting for that clarity. I live with psychosis, CPTSD, and other neurodivergent conditions that impact how I perceive reality. I experience episodes. My sense of self fractures and reforms. There are different voices, different moods, different ways of being that move through me. And when we create, that shows up in the sound.

This is not an attempt to fake or force anything. I’m not gatekeeping or trying to claim something I haven’t earned. This is just how I process my world. How I make sense of myself. And how I stay alive. Our music shifts because we do. And every version is real. Every voice is part of me. That isn't inconsistency. That’s truth in motion.

Wisp Wolf Dissonance is a sanctuary for the shapeshifters. The fae-drifters. The glitchcore kin. The neurospicy. The queer. The system-made and soul-scattered. The ones too strange for genre and too honest for silence. We don’t fit. So we make spaces that do. Our music is jagged and gentle. Loud and trembling. It's holy and haunted. It's everything we are, stitched together and humming.

Some tracks are sorrow. Some are fury. Some are hope with teeth. Some are just noise because the silence was heavier. Everything here is a timestamp of a moment we lived. We don’t polish it into perfection. We offer it as it is. Breathing. Changing. True.

Wisp Wolf Dissonance is not a brand. It's a den. A portal. A system of signals. A love letter written in distortion. This space is ours. But if it speaks to you, it's yours too.

More about us: https://willowborale.carrd.co
Stay wild. Stay soft. Stay strange.
We’ll keep building. We’ll keep singing.

Just a guy with a voice. If my music speaks to you, that means the world to me

I started writing songs to figure out what I was feeling, and kept discovering more with every one I wrote. I blend whatever sounds fit the moment; the hooks and polish of pop, the pulse of EDM, the chaos of hyperpop, the intimacy of an acoustic guitar, and the honesty of country. Whatever gets me closer to the truth. Most of it never left my hard drive. It’s always been more about processing than performing.

Where flowers dream and waves remember.

Bloomirae’s music is a soothing mix of poetic lyrics, warm tones, historical accounts, and ocean-inspired textures. Music for slow mornings, long nights, and everything in between.

I am a lifelong musician with deep experience as a player (drums/percussion, keys), writer, producer (country, pop, singer-songwriter), and performer (voice). Currently focused on writing and producing my own songs. Styles include (modern) country, pop, singer-songwriter, and choral music.

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