The bandana was wrapped tightly around the mans head. It held back his greasy blond hair and symbolized his loyalty to the group. This bandana was a symbol and a promise to always be loyal and obliging to the rules and commands made by the leader. for so many years he had been unquestioning to the reasons behind the commands. The leader was godlike and provided a role model to those of us who don’t have someone to look up to. Because of this he always obeyed the commands and never broke a rule. Even when this meant stealing from the helpless vendor, or beating that homeless man till he bled from his throat. It was what the leader had asked for and it was just something he must do. But now as he sat with his back against the cold concrete wall with a knife in his hand and the sirens sounding in the distance he started wondering why did he do this? How did it start? He was only 17 and about to face decades in jail all because of him. The menacing man who insists on being
Amanda
i used to wear a bandana every day, a different color for each day of the week. and somehow i don’t anymore. i guess i skipped a day, and one day turned into two, and my mom made snarky comments about bandanas being for lesbians, and so i stopped. now i wear nothing of note, nothing to distinguish me from the crowd except for a bizarre neck-tan from all of those bandanas and a smile upon my face.
a cowboy with really good manners met a pretty girl once and they shared a love for bandanas. they got married and had lots of beautiful babies who loved pesto spaghetti
cynthia
I love bandana, i like to fold them up and wear them around my head because i think it makes me look fierce and intimidating especially in lacrosse games. They are also something that i have a lot of
Bianca
here i am, the replica of my father, but writing about covered faces and raised fists and endless marches. a city boy in a thousand cities. running into the next life, the next story with the same theme but different beginning, same ending.
Angela
usually bikers wear bandanas to show their affiliation to their dissent group. similar bandanas represent unity or brotherhood among groups. it also serves a useful purpose of keeping our heads dry during warm weather.
Amir
So bandanas are featured in western movies and general consist of red and whte designs that cool artsy artistic folk/ hipsters consistently try to emulate because bandanas are so friggen cool apparently and are making a comeback. Woody from Toy Story had amazing foresight
Jordan
I love them it reminds me of amanda. I once had a purpe bandana. It sounds like banana. I used to always wear bandanas. Now they’re stupid. Ah I once called my bandana bankie.
Megan
Charlie Scene. From Hollywood Undead. That’s the first thing that comes to my mind. He wears a bandana because it’s like his thing, like his mask.
Zoe
She walked down the road, a warm breeze lifting her hair from her shoulders. Her aviators protected her lonely eyes from the blowing dust. Her surroundings were desolate, Arizona dryness spreading out around her for miles. She felt like a whisper.
At a small crooked white cross stuck in the dirt of the side, she stopped. The sun beat down her head, and the dust swirled around her feet. She dug into her shorts back pocket and pulled out a worn American flag bandana. She held it out at arm’s length and saw speckled blood stains in the white stars and the white stripes. The breeze picked up into a wind, and the bandana was yanked from her grip and was carried away into the horizon.
Jaymie
Yelling in loud colors of blue and red. Claiming your territory like you’d kill the man who tries to take it away from you. Foreign in the other side of town. if your wearing the wrong bandana.
my love of the world wore a bandana, and she was once a man. you see, i was a boy who fell into something way too early, and way too fast. one summer she just came and went, and now i have nothing but here gorgeous head scarf. still smells like her too.
Jake
My boyfriend has bandanas in every color of the rainbow and he wears them on his head all the time. I think they look cute on him even if they are a little bit hippy-ish. I have the best boyfriend in the world because he is kind and loving and treats me far better than I deserve. I’d be lost in this world without him.
Kallan Sterling
Are for cowboys and bandits. I wear them to look gangster. I am not a cowboy. Or bandit. Or gangster.
Drew
last yeah i used to loooove wearing bandanas to school! i have really poofy hair so i need something to help “tame” it…. i love bandanas and they are very helpful, especially if you have poofy, crazy hair like mine!! but now u cant wear them anymore!!! Bummer!
lauren
Red and white. It was etched into my memory. It was like a flag of liberation. Freedom. So little, but it meant so much. To anyone else but me, it would seem ridiculous. I don’t know why I loved it so much.
she wears the bandana to cover up her sweaty hair. for him, its a keepsake of a long lost summer. she needs it in her day-to-day life, she uses it to express herself. He loves it like a brother or best friend.
Alessandra
the thing was old, used for everything you could imagine it being used for. Often when working outside, or doing housework. Holding hair out of someone’s face, or keeping back sweat. It had a history. .
Amelia
Once i wrapped a kerchief around my face, i thought i would soar down the mountain and find something real. there were elk on my helmet and i thought they were beautiful. there was a kerchief around your face and you looked beautiful. our eyes were piercing overlooking the mountain and we were like hawks, down we soared, down down. away we go. i have plastic at my feet but it might as well be plywood i am jumping off here we go
Marina
She had accidentally left her blue bandana in Sydney and felt like she’d lost a child. That bandana symbolised so much. Freedom. Freedom and errrr, well that’s about it really. She remembered driving around in the van, all over Australia wearing that bandana. The window down, a cool breeze and a vast orange nothingness all around her.
Black and white. It was always there, a constant reminder of the past. A constant omen that we were never quite safe. Reminding us why we hid, who we hid from. What we were covering up. If I could die without putting one on again I’d be happy. But that can never be.
Bandana. Child days when we were pirates, with makeshift swords to duel with, and you would always win. Because I’d let you win. Because I loved you then.
Now you still live across the street, but I don’t see you anymore. I don’t see your family, we want nothing to do with each other.
I still have my wooden sword somewhere, and I think my bandanas have been shoved inside a drawer–what do you say we take them back out again, for old times sake?
Maybe sometime this summer?
You said yes, of course, soon, but you never meant it.
Wear it around your head. comes in different colors such as red, blue and white. Frequently worn by bald people, cancer patients and Mexicans. Can be hung out of pockets as some sort of fashion statement. Commonly has designs on it.
Connor
His bandana was green, now. It had been yellow when she knew him last. It was strange, that it wasn’t the same bandana. He hadn’t changed otherwise. To look at, anyway. Maybe he had a brand-new personality, represented to the world in a different bandana-hue.
Bandanas are not something I wear very often. Genrally, if I do, it will be to keep my hair up for cooking and cleaning. In the first case, it keeps my hair out of the food. In the second, it keeps it away from my eyes (it stings when it gets in them). I’m very practical, aren’t I?
Eric Bigras
Sweltering beams of sunlight hit my brow and I’m forced to wipe it again and again with my red bandana to keep the salt out of my eyes.
Normal headbands just aren’t comfortable. So, I wore bandanas as headbands for a while, until some grumpy lady in my school’s office yelled at me to REMOVE MY BANDANA AT ONCE. Oh yeah, because I’m just such a gangster, that I feel the need to express my loyalty the yellow polka dot gang with my headband. (and then bake cookies on weekends). Way to worry about the stupid stuff, administration.
At first I saw bannana, the semi ripe bunches of fruit in costco that we take home to ripen on the counter. Bandana makes me think of the scarf with the white twisty scrolls on it, red or blue with white details or the little pink one folded so neatly in my daughter’s dresser drawer..
Bandanas can do so much. They can signify what team you are on, they can decorate you, they can be anything you imagine. Whenever I wear a bandana, I feel pride. Pride as a part of my team. No matter the color or pattern, I am with my people united with a bandana!
Hanna.
I could say something kinda racist about gangbangers, bloods and crips, but I suspect this thing might want me to do that. But hell if I know. Bandanas look better on my dog than gangsters. Tis truth.
Raye
he wore a bandana pretending to be a rebel country boy but he was born in the bronx from a Jewish couple who escaped the Holocaust . He sang beautifully and picked like a god.He had gravel and honey in his voice and it spoke of blood memories of the wild plains
Peter
He likes to wear bandanas. He rides motorcycles with his gang of riders. They travel all over the country. He has a red and black bandana and he wears it under his helmet. His leather jacket also matches his bandana. I like cheese. I love my boyfriend. He is so amazing and sweet and he loves me for me. It’s really awkward holding a phone between my lips while writing this. I wish I could have gotten that bandana yesterday and I love my sisters.
Brittany D
i remember when i was about 5 years old, my uncle would wear a bandana all the time. This brings back a lot of childhood memories like going to disneyworld and vacations with him. ALso when me and my brother used to get along and when he wasn’t such a bad kid. I don’t know i guess this is a bit nostalgic for me.
elliott
I would wear these at girl scout camp with my 2 sisters and after my dad would braid my hair so the braids wouldn’t get messed up and frizzy. Ghetto fabulous <3
Erin
i see people wearing these sometimes at girlscout camp. also chuck wears them when we go on vacation. i used to try to wear them but i couldn’t get my hair to stay. the word looks like banana and can certainly be misleading. they do not make much sense to me.
Mattea
There’s the clue in the corridor. It felt like it to Nila. The white bandana tied loosely to the handle of this aged oak door–the door with the frightening symbol. The exact door she was instructed by the hierophant to enter into. Giving her only a blade to travel with, he told her she would know what to do. Now she was beginning to question to what edge of reality she is willing to reach pass. Blood began to drip from her breast…
I like bandanas. I wish that I could wear them and that they would look cute on me. I like all of the colored bandanas. There are red ones, blue ones, army ones, etc. I wish I knew how to style them though so they would look good on me. Bandanas are a fun way to express yourself. I usually wear them in the summer during camp activity days.
ashley
She wore the green bandana
Across her forehead with pride,
But really in her mind
She only wanted to hide.
The bandana was wrapped tightly around the mans head. It held back his greasy blond hair and symbolized his loyalty to the group. This bandana was a symbol and a promise to always be loyal and obliging to the rules and commands made by the leader. for so many years he had been unquestioning to the reasons behind the commands. The leader was godlike and provided a role model to those of us who don’t have someone to look up to. Because of this he always obeyed the commands and never broke a rule. Even when this meant stealing from the helpless vendor, or beating that homeless man till he bled from his throat. It was what the leader had asked for and it was just something he must do. But now as he sat with his back against the cold concrete wall with a knife in his hand and the sirens sounding in the distance he started wondering why did he do this? How did it start? He was only 17 and about to face decades in jail all because of him. The menacing man who insists on being
i used to wear a bandana every day, a different color for each day of the week. and somehow i don’t anymore. i guess i skipped a day, and one day turned into two, and my mom made snarky comments about bandanas being for lesbians, and so i stopped. now i wear nothing of note, nothing to distinguish me from the crowd except for a bizarre neck-tan from all of those bandanas and a smile upon my face.
pop grup argentino
pop stard
dance dance dance hoy tu sueño es real
a cowboy with really good manners met a pretty girl once and they shared a love for bandanas. they got married and had lots of beautiful babies who loved pesto spaghetti
I love bandana, i like to fold them up and wear them around my head because i think it makes me look fierce and intimidating especially in lacrosse games. They are also something that i have a lot of
here i am, the replica of my father, but writing about covered faces and raised fists and endless marches. a city boy in a thousand cities. running into the next life, the next story with the same theme but different beginning, same ending.
usually bikers wear bandanas to show their affiliation to their dissent group. similar bandanas represent unity or brotherhood among groups. it also serves a useful purpose of keeping our heads dry during warm weather.
So bandanas are featured in western movies and general consist of red and whte designs that cool artsy artistic folk/ hipsters consistently try to emulate because bandanas are so friggen cool apparently and are making a comeback. Woody from Toy Story had amazing foresight
I love them it reminds me of amanda. I once had a purpe bandana. It sounds like banana. I used to always wear bandanas. Now they’re stupid. Ah I once called my bandana bankie.
Charlie Scene. From Hollywood Undead. That’s the first thing that comes to my mind. He wears a bandana because it’s like his thing, like his mask.
She walked down the road, a warm breeze lifting her hair from her shoulders. Her aviators protected her lonely eyes from the blowing dust. Her surroundings were desolate, Arizona dryness spreading out around her for miles. She felt like a whisper.
At a small crooked white cross stuck in the dirt of the side, she stopped. The sun beat down her head, and the dust swirled around her feet. She dug into her shorts back pocket and pulled out a worn American flag bandana. She held it out at arm’s length and saw speckled blood stains in the white stars and the white stripes. The breeze picked up into a wind, and the bandana was yanked from her grip and was carried away into the horizon.
Yelling in loud colors of blue and red. Claiming your territory like you’d kill the man who tries to take it away from you. Foreign in the other side of town. if your wearing the wrong bandana.
my love of the world wore a bandana, and she was once a man. you see, i was a boy who fell into something way too early, and way too fast. one summer she just came and went, and now i have nothing but here gorgeous head scarf. still smells like her too.
My boyfriend has bandanas in every color of the rainbow and he wears them on his head all the time. I think they look cute on him even if they are a little bit hippy-ish. I have the best boyfriend in the world because he is kind and loving and treats me far better than I deserve. I’d be lost in this world without him.
Are for cowboys and bandits. I wear them to look gangster. I am not a cowboy. Or bandit. Or gangster.
last yeah i used to loooove wearing bandanas to school! i have really poofy hair so i need something to help “tame” it…. i love bandanas and they are very helpful, especially if you have poofy, crazy hair like mine!! but now u cant wear them anymore!!! Bummer!
Red and white. It was etched into my memory. It was like a flag of liberation. Freedom. So little, but it meant so much. To anyone else but me, it would seem ridiculous. I don’t know why I loved it so much.
she wears the bandana to cover up her sweaty hair. for him, its a keepsake of a long lost summer. she needs it in her day-to-day life, she uses it to express herself. He loves it like a brother or best friend.
the thing was old, used for everything you could imagine it being used for. Often when working outside, or doing housework. Holding hair out of someone’s face, or keeping back sweat. It had a history. .
Once i wrapped a kerchief around my face, i thought i would soar down the mountain and find something real. there were elk on my helmet and i thought they were beautiful. there was a kerchief around your face and you looked beautiful. our eyes were piercing overlooking the mountain and we were like hawks, down we soared, down down. away we go. i have plastic at my feet but it might as well be plywood i am jumping off here we go
She had accidentally left her blue bandana in Sydney and felt like she’d lost a child. That bandana symbolised so much. Freedom. Freedom and errrr, well that’s about it really. She remembered driving around in the van, all over Australia wearing that bandana. The window down, a cool breeze and a vast orange nothingness all around her.
Black and white. It was always there, a constant reminder of the past. A constant omen that we were never quite safe. Reminding us why we hid, who we hid from. What we were covering up. If I could die without putting one on again I’d be happy. But that can never be.
Bandana. Child days when we were pirates, with makeshift swords to duel with, and you would always win. Because I’d let you win. Because I loved you then.
Now you still live across the street, but I don’t see you anymore. I don’t see your family, we want nothing to do with each other.
I still have my wooden sword somewhere, and I think my bandanas have been shoved inside a drawer–what do you say we take them back out again, for old times sake?
Maybe sometime this summer?
You said yes, of course, soon, but you never meant it.
Wear it around your head. comes in different colors such as red, blue and white. Frequently worn by bald people, cancer patients and Mexicans. Can be hung out of pockets as some sort of fashion statement. Commonly has designs on it.
His bandana was green, now. It had been yellow when she knew him last. It was strange, that it wasn’t the same bandana. He hadn’t changed otherwise. To look at, anyway. Maybe he had a brand-new personality, represented to the world in a different bandana-hue.
Bandanas are not something I wear very often. Genrally, if I do, it will be to keep my hair up for cooking and cleaning. In the first case, it keeps my hair out of the food. In the second, it keeps it away from my eyes (it stings when it gets in them). I’m very practical, aren’t I?
Sweltering beams of sunlight hit my brow and I’m forced to wipe it again and again with my red bandana to keep the salt out of my eyes.
Normal headbands just aren’t comfortable. So, I wore bandanas as headbands for a while, until some grumpy lady in my school’s office yelled at me to REMOVE MY BANDANA AT ONCE. Oh yeah, because I’m just such a gangster, that I feel the need to express my loyalty the yellow polka dot gang with my headband. (and then bake cookies on weekends). Way to worry about the stupid stuff, administration.
At first I saw bannana, the semi ripe bunches of fruit in costco that we take home to ripen on the counter. Bandana makes me think of the scarf with the white twisty scrolls on it, red or blue with white details or the little pink one folded so neatly in my daughter’s dresser drawer..
dont be Kk into trup qq
Bandanas can do so much. They can signify what team you are on, they can decorate you, they can be anything you imagine. Whenever I wear a bandana, I feel pride. Pride as a part of my team. No matter the color or pattern, I am with my people united with a bandana!
I could say something kinda racist about gangbangers, bloods and crips, but I suspect this thing might want me to do that. But hell if I know. Bandanas look better on my dog than gangsters. Tis truth.
he wore a bandana pretending to be a rebel country boy but he was born in the bronx from a Jewish couple who escaped the Holocaust . He sang beautifully and picked like a god.He had gravel and honey in his voice and it spoke of blood memories of the wild plains
He likes to wear bandanas. He rides motorcycles with his gang of riders. They travel all over the country. He has a red and black bandana and he wears it under his helmet. His leather jacket also matches his bandana. I like cheese. I love my boyfriend. He is so amazing and sweet and he loves me for me. It’s really awkward holding a phone between my lips while writing this. I wish I could have gotten that bandana yesterday and I love my sisters.
i remember when i was about 5 years old, my uncle would wear a bandana all the time. This brings back a lot of childhood memories like going to disneyworld and vacations with him. ALso when me and my brother used to get along and when he wasn’t such a bad kid. I don’t know i guess this is a bit nostalgic for me.
I would wear these at girl scout camp with my 2 sisters and after my dad would braid my hair so the braids wouldn’t get messed up and frizzy. Ghetto fabulous <3
i see people wearing these sometimes at girlscout camp. also chuck wears them when we go on vacation. i used to try to wear them but i couldn’t get my hair to stay. the word looks like banana and can certainly be misleading. they do not make much sense to me.
There’s the clue in the corridor. It felt like it to Nila. The white bandana tied loosely to the handle of this aged oak door–the door with the frightening symbol. The exact door she was instructed by the hierophant to enter into. Giving her only a blade to travel with, he told her she would know what to do. Now she was beginning to question to what edge of reality she is willing to reach pass. Blood began to drip from her breast…
I like bandanas. I wish that I could wear them and that they would look cute on me. I like all of the colored bandanas. There are red ones, blue ones, army ones, etc. I wish I knew how to style them though so they would look good on me. Bandanas are a fun way to express yourself. I usually wear them in the summer during camp activity days.
She wore the green bandana
Across her forehead with pride,
But really in her mind
She only wanted to hide.