A.P. Bastian's Blog, page 6

tears (of joy) for breakfast

Publishing a book is something I’ve always dreamed of doing. To be able to hold my book in my hands today is a dream come true & an emotional experience for me (play video below for evidence). The journey of my life has been anything but easy. To give you a brief idea, I’m an … Continue reading tears (of joy) for breakfast

you can call me “Author A.P.” from now on

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT If you have been following me for a while, you know I never advertise or post anything on my blog other than poetry and prose. Nevertheless, today I officially became a self-published author and I wanted to share the good news with you all! My debut book, ‘A Dirty Word Called Grief’ is … Continue reading you can call me “Author A.P.” from now on

dream bigger

one dream at a time makes one more brick on the wall of the empire I’m creating I keep my eyes on the horizon of my heart and see my passions rise every morning with the sun and dissolve into stars at night one dream at a time I begin to build the life I’m … Continue reading dream bigger

how much can your heart hold?

no matter how deep sadness seems to be sometimes we have to lose something we love in order to realize how much our hearts can hold.

sorry not sorry

Sorry I apologize for no mistakes made other the one I suddenly created as the word escaped my lips. I have apologized for pain I didn’t cause with a wounded heart I have apologized for tears accompanied by joy and for laughter in times when it was most needed. I’m sorry makes me stand three … Continue reading sorry not sorry

Nature’s lessons

searching the sun for inspiration asking the river to whisper to me its wisdom looking to plans to instruct me on the secret of growth and the sky to show me how to open to the vastness of life.

one of me

I’m amazed by all the me’s I carry inside me, the sides of me that surprise all the others and leaves at least one of me wondering- if who I am is limitless why should my life be any different?

love doesn’t come with an expiration date

It feels like it will never end- this love we fell into and now can’t seem to climb our way out. Lately I’ve been thinking- if love is the highest of all energies can it really ever spoil? is it possible to love someone so much that no matter where you go, who you are … Continue reading love doesn’t come with an expiration date

snowy morning nostalgia

We came together in Winter and fell apart in Autumn by now I have had more sunshine on my own than with him- why then when the snow falls I forget all about it and just want those slow mornings in bed back?

when things change (but not really)

every part of me is new yet so familiar every desire has changed yet the longing still stings.