A.P. Bastian's Blog

what’s your heart like these days?

I have a wild heart. A heart that longs to be loved but never tamed, that wants to roam the world without losing its center, and discover home in adventure while still appreciating the magic in the mundane. P.S. Follow me on instagram if you’d like to read my poetry more frequently, would love to … Continue reading what’s your heart like these days?

thank your tears

All that time spent crying I never realized the tears were washing away what needed to go and at the same time reshaping what deserved to stay.

sacred solitude

setting my body on fire is easy- getting my heart to ignite is the hard part. convincing my hands to clasp yours and my fingertips to intertwine around promises of a shared future is a feat not fit for the faint of heart. so lovers line up and I lay down alone without a love … Continue reading sacred solitude

someday still feels so far away

Someday I know his hands will stop crushing my heart and caressing my memory- his ghost will move into my subconscious mind and appear in my dreams only occasionally, like an old friend who’s face brings warmth instead of just sadness. Someday I know love will no longer long to build a home out of … Continue reading someday still feels so far away

the element of surprise

If you are water, then I am water flowing in and out of reality concurrently and in perfect synchronicity the way only water knows how, possessing the ability to both create and destroy, and to share in silence unsaid words that speak in smiles and songs like sacred secrets that arrive delightfully engulfed in an … Continue reading the element of surprise

dream state

Slowly my senses start to seep into the present as unfamiliar bird songs guide me back to the here and now. With eyes closed I was known to strangers around the world, the feelings I transmuted to words made known, shared and embraced and retold as if they belonged to us all. For some time … Continue reading dream state

poetry in feminine form

you are poetry in feminine form the divine personified power embodied in soft skin that emanates an intoxicating air of mystery you are unexpected beauty surrounding strangers in a fog of enchantment and quietly whispering come closer and I will show you magic exists.

caress love back into my skin

it is not just about breathless lips and desperate fingertips- when night falls and stars hide out of sight, when exhaustion shows its face and the mundane creeps in, will you place your hand in mind and caress love back into my skin? when time passes and the past begins to fade, will you remember … Continue reading caress love back into my skin

my wild is conditional

I will only be wild with a love that makes me feel safe. My heart will slip right through selfish hands, like fine sand running free without the possibility of ever being contained, escaping with ease restrictive palms that try to distort the shape of me in order to fit their needs without respecting the … Continue reading my wild is conditional

sacred silence

Silence has been trying to get my attention, beckoning me in its quietly haunting way. I have learned to obey, to sit cross-legged on my mat and watch the stillness; to notice how it is always buzzing with mystery and life. The smoke from a burning piece of palo santo dances in the atmosphere, each … Continue reading sacred silence