Ghosted

You left abruptly
No goodbyes or teary eyes
It’s not me, it’s you or other lies to sooth
You just Poofed
Gone
Yet, the ghost of you remains
I’m haunted by your absence.

I sleep alone
In a bed you only visited
I see your ghost in my bed sheets
Boo! An exclamation of fear or disappointment
The ghost of you
Makes me scream.  
Boo!

I walk by the mirror, avoiding my reflection
To look in my eyes and see a reflection of you
My mirror haunts me 
Asking where are you?  

The table in the kitchen
The one we never used
Sits four only there’s now one filled by you
I can’t eat here with you
Looking for a screen to hide
Looking for your eyes

Doors shut and open on their own
Curtains on the window blow
Some may blame the wind
I blame your ghost

You never ghosted me
You just never left
Here with me in my mind
My fantasy for eternity.

A collection of poems about what happens after sex, after the relationship, after you’ve given your heart, had your heartbroken, fallen in love.
A collection of poems that say everything After All is Said. Follow the heartache, the anger, the fear, the satisfaction and elation in verse.
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FLEET

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
The motion was quick
Here then gone
She took my hand
Captured in her eyes
We stole through the land
Fleeting as the dawn

I look for her 
Ghost in the trees
Shadow in the night
I close my eyes and search
She moves within me
Follow me she whispers

Spirit me away
Take me from my mortal coil
This little death
So swift, so true
Death in your arms
Life in your kiss,
Meaning in our togetherness

A collection of poems about what happens after sex, after the relationship, after you’ve given your heart, had your heartbroken, fallen in love. A collection of poems that say everything After All is Said. Follow the heartache, the anger, the fear, the satisfaction and elation in verse. You’ll find those feelings put in wondrous words that don’t hold back.
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Summer Storm

Image by István Bogdan from Pixabay Edits by me
Summer rains, thunderstorms rage across our souls.
Crashing through the heat and oppression,
Flaming violence, a flash in the pan,
Creating a respite for an instant.  

Drip, drop, drip, drip, drip, dropping from the sky,
Falling on my ground, soak it in your wetness from above,
Turn our clay into mud, mold in your hands the pottery,
To hold the stain of our tea spilled before the masses.

Heat creates steam, soon washed away in a cool breeze.
The storm’s shower extinguishes the fire of the midday sun
Leaves us with muggy, clinging ways
Hold my hand, cling my shirt to your skin. 

I breathe in the rain, allowing its moisture to soothe my throat.
Choke me with the fog, cut off my breath with your damp grasp.
Held in your thrall, waiting for the thunder to clap in my ears,
Clasp my hands to my head, blinded by intense light.

Summer storm,
Blow through the land.
Take me with you,
Drown in your brief downpour;
I don’t need to be.
Lightning to hear, thunder to see.

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Sex scenes in story telling – My thoughts

Recently the discussion of sex scenes in movies/tv shows/books made the rounds of social media. I didn’t really partake as these things seem to come along every now and then like a carousel, with both sides arguing points pretty much to themselves. I do however have an opinion on the matter.

Any sex scene and if we’re going to be completely honest any scene at all should serve a purpose and enhance the story. This is particularly true of sex scenes because they command so much attention from the reader, especially if there is any level of explicitness. For the majority of readers there’s an embarrassment, right or wrong, when reading a sex scene. Also, by their nature, sex scenes are intimate experiences for your characters and therefore intimate experiences for your readers. 

Another thing to consider is how explicit is the scene going to be? A lot of that will depend on your audience but you need to keep in mind what you’re trying to portray as well. This goes back to making sure the scene is necessary. If you’re trying to display how slutty your character is can you achieve that with a simple fade to black? Is there some reaction, emotion, or action that happens during the sexual act that is really telling? Then there is going to have to be some build up to that. Some level of explicitness is required. Is the whole sex act just a necessary evil so to speak?  Then fade to black might be best. 

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

As you may or may not know, I write erotica. The whole question of sex scenes applies to erotica just as much as any other genre. In fact it may be even more crucial in erotica than in any other genre. Erotica is a story where the main theme is the erotic so the sex scenes are a main focus. A sex scene just for the sake of sex adds little. 

The use of sex in story writing is best when used with a purpose and with the knowledge of what it will bring. Sort of like seasoning in cooking use to enhance the flavor of your story or even in a case such as erotica use as the main course but use it for more than just to have it there be it for shock value or titillation. A proper sex scene can do so much more.


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Bound

Created from original image from Ed White from Pixabay by me
BOUND

Caught.
Kept.
Held.

Bind me. Close me in. Keep me in your heart. Close your fist around me. Shut out the light. Surround me with You.

CAUGHT

Running from You. Running to you. Why did you chase me? Why did you catch me? Why did you not let me go? You've got me. All that I am, don't let me go. Now that you've got me I can't stand without you. You overran my arguments, went right through my walls. I'm caught by the look in your eye. My feet are bound. I'm rooted until you call. You've caught me. I can no longer run. Please keep me.

KEPT

A kept woman? Don't make me laugh. I may be caught but can you keep me? You don't dare me to walk away. You don't put a leash on my collar. A kept woman? Please. Phht. Kept women are weak. I'm an strong woman. I don't Need a man. I don't Need period. You are smiling. You think I can't walk out that door. Like just Your presence binds me here. As if just being Yours can keep a woman like me. I … I could walk out that door that you opened. Yes, even if you stand there next to it. Which would force me to walk by you to look in your eyes one last time. One … Last … Time. You … Would You Keep a woman like me? Can you?

HELD

Held in your arms. Held in Your strength. Held in your heart. Held by your voice. Held by your kiss. Held by your eyes. Held where I am, forced not to run. Held up by your love. Held steady when the winds blow. Held back when I would rush into trouble. Held, by my hand as we walk down the street. Held by you. Held for You.

BOUND

I am bound to You, by You, for You. Held close wanted and desired. Kept in your heart never to be let go. Caught in all that You are. Bound Together.

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Me to you

Dying tonight to have you in my arms
Giving up my breath to breathe you in
Blind my eyes to see only you 
For you are my sunrise and sunsets
The only beauty in the world to see

Bleed me of the life in my veins
If it will let me fill them with you
I want your love as liquid on my tongue
My sustenance that hydrates my brain
The rain to my scorched skin
Dead earth revived by you

Your tears are lava that burns
Rivers of  pain from the volcano of your broken heart
Dry your eyes and give your sorrows to me
Let the shattered glass pierce my skin
So your heart can run free

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Marketing vs. Selling

Are you marketing or are you selling? I see a lot of authors and others who say they have trouble doing marketing. Yet when I see them they are trying to sell something, Now selling is part of marketing but it is not all or even most of marketing.

Marketing and selling involve two different skill sets and being good at one does not mean you are or will be good in the other. This is not to say the two are unrelated; they are quite connected, they just aren’t synonymous.  Marketing is getting your product or service in front of your market. Selling is getting them to buy it. You can be great at one and terrible at the other. For example you’re great at getting in front of your target audience but have trouble closing or you can sell ice in a snowstorm but you have trouble getting in front of the right buyers. Most people have some aptitude for both. Both can be enhanced by proper training and knowledge. However knowing one does not mean you know the other.

Image by Darwin Laganzon from Pixabay

For myself I am much better at marketing than selling, though I’ve done both professionally.  And if you looked at my professional experiences it would just prove the point. Lol  There’s surprisingly little overlap between the two despite the strong link between the two. Lead generation could be seen as a form of marketing and end of the funnel marketing could be seen as selling but the focus and approach are usually quite different than what a traditional marketer or salesperson would use respectively. Yet, I often see the expected results of each to be as if they were the same. What I mean is that I often see the expectation of marketing to result in sales and the salesperson to create a market for his or her product. Now often the roles of marketer and salesperson are concentrated in one person or department with smaller companies and with a sole proprietor, such as a self published author in which the roles are taken on by a single person. But even if the same person is doing the role of marketing and sales that doesn’t mean they should hold the same expectation from the activity of one vs the other. It would be like expecting your customer sales activities to take care of your accounting responsibilities. Now one may influence and affect the other. And doing some customer service activities might involve some aspect of accounting (like taking a customer’s call and checking their account balance and taking payment for a bill) this does not mean customer service is an accounting activity nor would taking care of a customer complaint while taking a customer’s payment make accounting part of the customer service department.

Image by Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

There is a connectivity to all activities within a company, having all your departments in silos is as bad as thinking that all departments are interchangeable. As an self published author this is equal to thinking that one activity has the same effect as another, that your writing equals your marketing which equals your accounts or in the case of siloing that you can just write and let someone else take care of your accounting responsibilities and another your marketing with no involvement or oversight; this could easily lead to someone taking advantage of you and stealing your money or misrepresentation because what you think and the person doing the marketing has a different idea all together. 

If you’re marketing it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re selling and if you’re selling it doesn’t necessarily mean you have good marketing. I think that’s the biggest thing I want to get across, especially for self published authors. When you’re looking at your sales and wondering what you should be doing or if you think you suck at marketing your book because your sales suck those aren’t the same thing. It’s not your marketing you need to be looking at, it’s your selling and sales technique.  And if you’re looking to see where you were successful marketing and all you’re looking  at is sales then that’s not going to give you the best answer. Look at your sales for selling, look for your message for marketing. 


I’m thinking of adding more to this. The idea of marketing vs selling. Marketing ideas and selling ideas especially as related to self publishing. It won’t be a regular thing and I’m no expert. It will just be my thoughts and observations. I’ll try to have some way to link the posts together. Maybe a hashtag or something. Let me know if that would be something you’d enjoy or if you enjoyed this post. Or even if you disagree, as long as you do so respectfully. Thanks.

Fall Starts

Photo by: me
The heat slows
As rain drips down
Pooling between your legs.


The sun on the horizon
As evening rises
And the cool sets in.


Our frantic dash
And mad embrace
Is over as we lay.


A crisp note in the air
See the chill within your eyes
My lips remain closed as do my eyes.


Fall starts


Sometimes that after is just mmm, sometimes it’s meh, and sometimes it’s just ffs. No matter how it ends it’s poetry. That is if you read After All is Said. Explore the spectrum that happens after the sex is done.

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