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So what’s the difference between a falcon and an eagle?

I simply know there’s a difference. I can recall images of both birds in my mind, but I can’t project these images to you.

Let alone, you speak a different language. I really am helpless at being an English tutor.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 02.18.2015 @ 11:26 am


Through and through, my transparency makes you see me clear as night.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 02.17.2015 @ 8:30 am


We camped out for tickets that would go to waste.

But let’s not get ahead. I want to stay here, sharing this blanket.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 02.15.2015 @ 8:05 pm


Essential vitamins and minerals. They drill it into us. We drill it into the patients. They drill it into their kids, their parents.

But when do we start to look after ourselves? Are we allowed?

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 02.09.2015 @ 7:56 pm


Not my kind of night to be caught off guard. Anger isn’t as sharp a knife as disappointment is.

I don’t like what’s cooking in here.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 02.08.2015 @ 8:05 pm


Black and white keys spaced purposefully apart.

Teach me where to place my fingers.

When was the last time you sat next to someone, purposefully apart?

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 02.07.2015 @ 12:21 pm


Her aura. She was fucking gorgeous. Something about her eyes, her face. Like that of a cat. A cat that knows she is going to get fed. She knows she is land on her feet when stumbling around from place to place. She was confident, sure. Determined. Determined to be smiled at.

I smile. Helpless.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 02.06.2015 @ 7:48 am


I know not of the intentions of the mechanism that is polished as your word, but I crave it. Whenever you suggest we go eat at certain restaurants, or excitedly tell me about near-future prospects, I crave your need to tell me things.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 12.09.2013 @ 7:05 pm


Meanwhile, I flirted with him. Or at least, I carried a conversation with him, and laughed along with the things that he said.

And the two things I kept thinking of was how cute this guy was, and how much I miss you. I miss you so much.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 12.08.2013 @ 7:36 pm


The object of my desire?

You know, I’ve never driven to the very end of Northern Boulevard.

Maybe one day when I finally get to own that red BMW convertible, we can both call in sick for work and embark on a one-day adventure.

‘Cause in the end, that’s all I can offer.

It shouldn’t be this tough to want this so much.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 12.02.2012 @ 4:29 pm


In timely intervals she dipped her hand seductively into the bowl and kept her eyes locked on his indifferent profile.
He had forgotten once again that she was allergic to cherries.
But she was going to eat them all.
She always had to force a hypersensitivity reaction to get his attention.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 11.19.2012 @ 7:47 pm


You can’t combine all these hours, these memories, into one coherent film. Appreciate them as moments, not a production, not a presentation. Certainly not a work of art.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 10.02.2012 @ 6:57 pm


The shortness of her breath, the staggering approach, the lingering tears that will never quite fall–he wanted all of it when she came to his funeral.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.27.2012 @ 4:38 pm


He turned off the radio before the song escalated.

Before she silenced her tears.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.24.2012 @ 11:48 am


The way he indirectly questioned her whereabouts through their cellphone conversations helped her realize that he wasn’t someone she’d be able to deal with in the long run.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.21.2012 @ 7:09 pm


His claims, his theories, deemed his ignorance incurable. Yet she never gave up on her least favorite student as she repeatedly taught him for his four senior years.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.19.2012 @ 6:43 pm


Despite the calming music and her friends’ reassurances, she couldn’t bare to check the (1) thing in her Inbox.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.18.2012 @ 3:49 pm


Perchance my fingers claw through this barrier and rip the awkwardness that makes us strangers, don’t be alarmed by my lack of hesitance.

I think our hands were made for this moment.

Hold mine if you feel the same.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.17.2012 @ 3:51 pm


The way we easily say–“Take my breath away.”

Unarmed and unknowing the dire consequences.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.14.2012 @ 5:29 am


Many claimed the towers were a mirage; a trick of the clouds and the cliffs and the rumors. But Penelope packed her satchel and locked her windows, and headed towards the Towers That Provide.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.11.2012 @ 6:02 pm


Your words fit right into the pockets of my heart’s lonely receptors, and my body stays immune to everything else that you are.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.10.2012 @ 7:20 pm


You sport those headphones around your neck as to not have your hair disheveled.

And you critique the artists I listen to.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.08.2012 @ 6:38 pm


I wonder if my lack of response after finally taking up your movie recommendation made it hard for you to talk to me again.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.07.2012 @ 5:39 am


Whether or not I pursue this major, don’t be intimidated by my coincidental omnipotence.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.06.2012 @ 7:43 am


She tried sustaining her fingers for those interminable seconds to dial the three numbers that seeped through the splitting headache.

She barely pressed first two numbers; she never made it to the final 1.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.05.2012 @ 9:04 am


You convinced me to wear your glasses when that drunk girl broke mine, and it took us past curfew to drive back to your house. But it was the best drive I’d had since my road test. And I kept your glasses, though it blinds my eyes.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.03.2012 @ 6:24 pm


The cuts of the diamond, the stealth of the band; her fingertips refused the absence of its snugness.

Maybe she could learn to forgive a serial cheater.

The ring was stuck anyway.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 09.01.2012 @ 8:48 pm


Such a word makes you sound less possessive. It’s an expensive mask for an ugly player.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 08.30.2012 @ 3:55 pm


It’s never what you expect it to be. Like falling in love, or falling down stairs.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 08.29.2012 @ 2:35 pm


Oh, the comfort of revisiting old promises–nothing else comes close to how humble it makes us. Nothing comes close to what we truly are.

» Posted By Jessica Bang On 08.20.2012 @ 8:55 pm

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