Mistilteinn – the wisdom of the mistletoes

Literature Anthology

They say

My book used to be a portal;
whizzing people off to distant lands.
My book used to be an archive;
detailing the valiant stories of countless heroes.
My Book used to be a storage
of the most deadly yet graceful weapons on Earth.
My book used to be human;
showing pain, anguish and disgust.

Yet now

My book is but a cemetery;
A place to bury laments and dreams.
My book is but a textbook;
disgusing opinions to cold, hard facts.
My book is but a weapon,
impaling through my warm blood and pulsating heart.
My book is but a horcrux,
that carries a mere fragment of the soul still left in me.

©2009 W.S Ong. All rights Reserved.

Even though I didn’t exactly do this on my own free will, I still did put in quite a lot of hard effort on it. Personally, I feel it’s quite quite nasty, with the time restraint and the question restraints. But as Mr Prince said, ” People don’t write texts so that you can sit for an exam; they write because they want to say something.”  I’ve always made it a point to write something with my own manifestation of feelings inside, because they are what gives a story life.

Anyway,I’d be astonishingly happy if you, the reader, will read my commonwealth essay which can be downloaded here.( in .pdf format) I don’t mind if you criticise it or use parts of it for some other essay. But please do not plagarize it wholesale and give it to the commonwealth essay competition under your name. It stinks when people do that, but I doubt  that would happen; My writing skills are not as good as some Geroge Orwell or J.K Rowling anyway.

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