Biography of Kyle Ong
A dream to change the world with my films, photographs and writings.
Kyle Ong Poems
There is no science towards the fact of what we want to see As we are blinded by that piece of memory A mark of what humans truly are We embraced what we are
A self explanatory object Devastator of the living Compensator of the damned Time is a truth seeker
Art Is Like A Venom
With understanding we could poison Without caution we could die With creativity comes imaginations With imaginations comes truth
Art The Subjective Matter
Self expressionist we are Dangerous we are Take caution we must As some might be wearing masks
Repercussions, I must say. Art is what she's left with. Reversed the situation is.
Like a cheesecake encased in a sealed box. I'm this close and this far I soon realize this cake is just a wanI soon realize this cake is just a want
After The Atlas
Recreated fate, hope, travelling and passion. Those were the things that I left you for, I hope you'd understand.
Winds Of The Next Lunar
The annual leftovers of December winds Reminds me of this festive Like every song Comes with memories
Thoughts that come after the sunset, a beautiful contradiction without any conviction
We Are Quite Similar To Vampires After A...
Complains of a Saturday night not well spent Thoughts ran through my mind Of a caped crusader Not jumping around rooftops
I Prefer Not To Name This One
Eyes open Face to face Technology phase In a surreal plane
Trained to distrust Not out of trust Not out of greed But to protect
Whisky The Truth Seeker
Took a shot of whisky Not a lot to kill me Senses
He's A Lone Wolf Afterall
Silvered fur Not giving a pur Known to many
Repercussions, I must say.
Art is what she's left with.
Reversed the situation is.
Expressed I followed.
Preordained, I accepted.
Reflect I did.
Understand I start to.
Regret I confessed.
Repercussions I must say.