The bridge between youth and adulthood highlights the emotions I experienced in this time period. That puppy love. Karmic partners. Learning to respect myself and others before losing myself in the feeling of love. Feeling grief. Feeling depression. Being kind and gentle on myself does not mean enabling or justifying the wrong I was doing to my mind and body. Any stress and emotion can be figured out without abusing yourself.

Grasp onto your radiance while pouring out the pain.          Love, Phoebe

Bridge Between Youth and Adulthood

The Scent of You

I want to be it, your scent

the way it follows you like a secret admirer

when it appears and I look frantically for you

because even if I can’t remember you,

one day, my eyes may become old,

And recognition defolds

I will miss you

Everytime that smell comes 

Like an intangible embrace

It lingers on the sleeves of a room,

Hovering like the mist after a shower

Or naked love in the sheets

Or even a gentle kiss on my cheek

A Fish's Problems

What is it like to be a fish?

A fish without worries

Swimming safely between the corals,

Always changing but same home.

While I sit here and cry about my husband,

While the homeless one sits and starves,

While the cat stares hungrily but only stares

What is it like to be a fish?

Darting around in the big ocean.

Regulation depending on strength 

and desire and curiosity and experience

While my distance is stopped by the border

While I am roped by my relationships and

While I am muzzled by my language 

What is it like to be a fish?

Is it better to have a smaller brain?

Less worries? More instinct?

Oh, to be a fish.

Burst of Oil

huile. olio. 油 (yóu).

The way it splatters and pops. 

The way it bubbles and hisses. 

Searing and sizzling,

swirling and running. 

The way it leaves an iridescent sheen,

like the rainbow shine amidst the rain.

It starts with viscous movement,

melting and moving

on a page,

a pan.

The canvas it absorbs, reflects, 

shining bright in humble hue.

Be as you are.

That burst of oil. 

Saturn by Sleeping At Last in Chinese

你交给了我这个世界的光。

在你走以前教到我不会慌。

精神没有去世，

只是身体过时了。

好美，

好难得。

去珍惜

我们的生命。

我很想问你说给我听。

所有的故事哪一些需要听。

我想都写下来。可是你不在。