How Is It To Write?

The dust still comes. It still warns. Nobody listens. *** Dust came to me on one of the summer days Insisted, I must convey to you what she says She said she is accused for stuff she didn't do She pleads for her innocence, the fault is on you She settled herself on your ageing photoframe Because nobody took care, dust is not to blame She has been using your rocking chair to lay on Because its wood had cried in your loveless lawn She's found on things, for which you never cared Forgotten letters and countless thoughts unshared She has come to me today with a warning to issue She is already settling on me and next in line is you

For the losers. For all who thought they won but lost. For myself. *** There are three Fates, not only a single one But they don't stand for the ones who won Fates, the three of them, for the losers like me They snap me out of dreams and make me see Make me see, grief makes no sense to them That of me, a loser, the world shall condemn It's on me to stand to my fate, to write another  Because if that's not done, no one will bother Of course, except Fates themselves, no one will Their crinkly hands to the blood wrenched quill For writing me off the face of the world, for forever Because, no one cares about a loser, they do never

Apparently, the blog title doesn't make it very clear. I know. I speculated a lot upon the title, trying to come up with different sort of names, mixing and matching every single word possible. To no avail. Now my title stands as a combination of five not special words in a not so special order. But with a very different question. How is it to write? That's precisely what I aim to achieve through it. As someone calling whom a writer might be a disgrace, I start out this blog. I don't know much when it comes to literature. My experiences are a lot less diverse. But it only takes a few words and some bubbling emotions to come out on paper. So that's what I did. My blog doesn't have any rigid frameworks. What comes to it could be poems, short stories, life experiences and more. By me and helped by a few other people. It's going to be fun. Maybe not. Let's leave that part and get to writing. Happy writing, happy reading.