A bandana serves many purposes. Covering your head from the sun being only one of them. It also makes a kick-ass fashion accessory if you ever feel the need to stop in that quaint motorcycle bar on the corner. It can keep your hair in place and looking fab if you haven’t washed it in a few days. They come in a variety of colors and designs to fit whichever whim you may be following. There is not a day that goes by that I do not ponder, “which bandana to wear today?” I think the world would be a better place if we were all made to wear bandanas.We could make them for pennies and sell them for a tidy profit to benefit people in need. Imagine all the possibilities, all the ways we could save the world, if we all started investing in bandana therapy.
gina bartlett
it’s tied around her head like a sort of headdress and she wears it like one. she’s yelling out to her kids, they’re playing too roughly. she has to go to the market. fish are cheap on tuesdays.
he’s not the kind of guy you expect to see when you walk into macy’s– or at least no without a gun at his hip. a red bandana covers the bootom half of his face and he is looking through an assorment of coloured cardigans.
I once wore a bandana to look cool. I could be a pirate or a gang member. I don’t wear many bandana’s today. They all have the same print too usually. Weird huh?
jason
Quiet, love. I can’t blindfold you if you keep talking and squirming around. Don’t pretend that you don’t like it when we play these little games. Ooo, what’s this? Hear that? Cold, tight, and clicky? Yes my love, they’re handcuffs. Yes, I know it’s not very vanilla, but that’s not why your with me now is it? Sshhh, I’ll stuff a bandana in your mouth if you don’t behave. Mmm…I never promised to be gentle. In order to know pleasure you must first know pain, so says your Mistress. Now be still, while I find a place for this ice cube.
I wore one of these once but it isn’t really my thing. My friend Jess had many dreams about these things. But she is odd like that. Things like bandanas and clothing generally mean more to her than to me. I don’t care about clothes and the word above invokes feelings of dislike, mostly. It’s too wishy washy hippie.
barnacle
There he stood, his hair tied back with a bandana, and he was striking in all his rebellion. Contrasting his background, and brooding with thought, as he stood upon the sidewalk.
There was a gargoyle in the middle of Spreckles theater with a golden bandana sticking out of his gnarled teeth. It wasn’t particularly shiny, but not that type of yellow you’d see in a banana either; but this bandana was particularly regal in appearance, particularly evocative – when one would touch it, a sudden warmth flooded the palm, and spoke of richness and childhood, of aches and relations, of quiet and shrieks of delight.
Mona
gucci bandana, this remidns me of the summer before my senior year when me and my best friend would lsiten to that sog in her car, wow that was agreat summer i miss it so much. i really wish i could go back in time
olivia
Bandanas to hide the marks that hurt and mark affiliations, to cover the face of a burglar or cowboys is high speed chases, to wear with pride or just to hide, your networks or your faces.
i think of motorcycle gangs with red bandanas and leather jackets with big glasses and have a bad ass attitude. I think of my gansta brother who use to wear different colored ones to try to be cool the funniest one being a pink one
Mary Ellen
The man i saw today wore a bandana…it was stained with blood. I want to reach out and help him but don’t know how. It covers his heart. I don’t know what person did this to him but I have a feeling it was me. I want to remove it and let his heart flow out like the sea.
Amber Hughes
The boy tied the red bandana around his young neck and loaded the 9 mil. gun with bullets. Bullets that would fall to the grounds of the high school with a small ting. A small ting compared to the powerful bang they were released with.
Libby Carrico
Keeled over, projectile vomit forcing its way out my system. He held back my hair and rubbed my back. Tears streaming down and I’m heaving over the bucket then he hands me his bandana to wipe my face.
The little girl pulls the bandana down with two of her fingers, showing her green eyes to the world. She is disorientated, not knowing where she was. Time had escaped her, the bandana was secure around her head for as long as she knew. Fear started to grow in the pit of her stomach. Sweat formed at the base of her hairline.
Frankie
gangstas wear as a symbol of which gang they belong to. Usually hanging out of their trousers to show others who they be repin. Cowboys used to use these to protect their mouths from sand when wind became really harsh. Yippee-Kae-Yae mf!
Claire
A bandana is something that people generally don’t where anymore. The style isn’t all that appealing in my opinion, but a lot of people will where it, especially if they’re young or ride a motorcycle. Perhaps it gives the effect of freedom and rebellion.
Bob
The red and white polka dotted bandana kept her tangled locks from enveloping her face.She peered out from behind her thick black rimmed glasses and lamented the day’s unbearable heat.
joy
no. this wasn’t happening. he wasn’t sitting there staring at his past and watching future dissolve behind his turned hairy back. he wasn’t watching the red bandana, red as bleeding gums and angry rosebuds, fly, unreachable, into the black. He we hopeless. Time, history, love, existence, chicken pot pie, didn’t matter. He wasn’t even thirsty anymore.
Maggie Schlundt
He dug his heels into the thick hide of his horse, edging it forward. The animal could smell the gunpowder and the death all around it and backed up digging it’s hooves into the dirt. He dug his heels deeper but the beast still retreated, refusing to go forward. He slipped off knowing that this was going to be the last time he even saw this beautiful animal, and he hadn’t even bothered to name it.
Becky
The thing that you use to wrap yourself. Gangs. life. death. girl scouts and boy scouts. learning and growing.
war. bleeding and saving.
desert. sweat. life saving.
random.
LOVE.
Kristin
She prefers to wear it around her wrist, like he used to before he disappeared from her life. It is worn, old, and the red has long since faded to a dusty shade of rose. She loves it more than she loves any diamond he gave her, any CD or stuffed animal; it was a part of him, and it has become a part of her.
It was draped across his face, concealing all but his eyes. Those eyes… they were alive with a passion that I had not encountered before. Standing there, molotov cocktail in hand, he stared me down. I lost all train of thought. For a moment, I thought he had surrendered. I was wrong.
tim
I wish i had one. This reminds me of lil wayne and other rappers who wear them in their back pockets haha. I want a white and black one. Maybe just a black one. I wonder who created the pattern used on bandanas..
alonzo
He reclines,
almost falling backwards,
pushing the limits,
as he always has.
The chair doesn’t fit him,
in fact,
it devours him.
The stark contrast of
the dark red bandana
against the white chair.
It’s so contrary to expectations
that it’s actually perfect.
I saw a kid wearing a bandana one time. It was blue with white markings. I think he was in a gang, but I’m not sure. I wasn’t scared of him, but he made me curious. I wanted to know why he was wearing that bandana around his arm.
Skye Sanders
bandanas make me think of children with cancer. and beads of courage. billions of them. or gangsters with their “colours” hanging out their left pocket or whatever.
My hair is growing, all of the time.
Look how sensitive I am, because my hair is so fine.
Every beer ive ever had, is on the shelf above my bed.
And sometimes I put my speakers facing out my window.
Maybe the dim light will carry mdeep,
in to this bandana of sleep,
if on the word could fit in the sheets, id be home.
Gazing astonished, lusterous brilliance,
maybe you are who im not.
Bandana
brie
We had some Survivor wars when she was 13. Each team wore different bandanas. We exploded water bombs, and had races, and ate cake at Guadalupe State Park. AFterwards she said, “This was the best birthday party ever, Mom!”
Rhonda
See, one of these days I’m going to turn into David Foster Wallace. Except I won’t be an accomplished writer. And I’ll be a woman. A really weirdass, manly woman wearing a bandana and going around telling people they need to learn how to feel stuff or something. I’ll probably have stubble. It’ll be uncomfortable for people to be around me. I’ll probably smell.
krystin
gangs, colours, head, face, stereotypical,
michela
i put it in my hand , my hair, my arms, my belly, my pain, my rain, my drain, mc cain, mc donalds, mc tosh, tosh,rosh, cosh, yosh, losh, rosh, fosh, tosh , toss, nose, trose,
tasha
I think about lizzie mcguire and how in 2004 she used to always wear a bandana on that show. thats pretty much all tht comes to mind when i hear the word bandana. I also think its a funny word tht sounds like banana
Lara Baig
My brain, squeezed by the pale pink bandana, seizured in violent thoughts; flooded with images of blood and disorder, with the sounds of the thousands of voices trying to make sense of the news. That our enemy is dead. And happiness left a bitter taste in my mouth.
While I undid my bandana under the dusty sun, I could only think of the rush I felt as I had slid and cascaded down the rapids of the Kern. Yet the thrill of the cold and captive water never even came close to the fear of the blue eyes.
Kat
I tied it quickly around my arm, the paisley pattern quickly turning red with the seeping blood. I groaned with pain as the pressure of the fabric tightened down on the gaping wound.
I just packed up some bandanas? That’s really all I can come up with. Packing is getting close to complete and yet I still have a lot to pack. Or so it seems. I only have school/office supplies to pack, some clothes, jewelry, and toiletries. Seems like there’s more than that.
Cecilia
Bandanas always make me think of camp. Good times and memories. They make me think of rope burn. That night was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. The feeling of elation we got when we thought we won, the pain that all paid off in the end, the hugs and smiles through the tears. Bandanas bearing the smell of burning wood for all time
Ariana
in the desert, the air is so dry that bread turns to toast as soon as you open the bag. for the same reason the best way to stay cool is by laying wet bandanas on your skin. the water evaporates right away, leaving you with the feeling of an icepack around your neck. bandanas are sweet pirate garb too.
A bandana serves many purposes. Covering your head from the sun being only one of them. It also makes a kick-ass fashion accessory if you ever feel the need to stop in that quaint motorcycle bar on the corner. It can keep your hair in place and looking fab if you haven’t washed it in a few days. They come in a variety of colors and designs to fit whichever whim you may be following. There is not a day that goes by that I do not ponder, “which bandana to wear today?” I think the world would be a better place if we were all made to wear bandanas.We could make them for pennies and sell them for a tidy profit to benefit people in need. Imagine all the possibilities, all the ways we could save the world, if we all started investing in bandana therapy.
it’s tied around her head like a sort of headdress and she wears it like one. she’s yelling out to her kids, they’re playing too roughly. she has to go to the market. fish are cheap on tuesdays.
he’s not the kind of guy you expect to see when you walk into macy’s– or at least no without a gun at his hip. a red bandana covers the bootom half of his face and he is looking through an assorment of coloured cardigans.
I once wore a bandana to look cool. I could be a pirate or a gang member. I don’t wear many bandana’s today. They all have the same print too usually. Weird huh?
Quiet, love. I can’t blindfold you if you keep talking and squirming around. Don’t pretend that you don’t like it when we play these little games. Ooo, what’s this? Hear that? Cold, tight, and clicky? Yes my love, they’re handcuffs. Yes, I know it’s not very vanilla, but that’s not why your with me now is it? Sshhh, I’ll stuff a bandana in your mouth if you don’t behave. Mmm…I never promised to be gentle. In order to know pleasure you must first know pain, so says your Mistress. Now be still, while I find a place for this ice cube.
I wore one of these once but it isn’t really my thing. My friend Jess had many dreams about these things. But she is odd like that. Things like bandanas and clothing generally mean more to her than to me. I don’t care about clothes and the word above invokes feelings of dislike, mostly. It’s too wishy washy hippie.
There he stood, his hair tied back with a bandana, and he was striking in all his rebellion. Contrasting his background, and brooding with thought, as he stood upon the sidewalk.
On her way to the hairdresser she unearths the bandana’s; rich silks and satins in plain and paisley to hide the kinks coming through the perm.
There was a gargoyle in the middle of Spreckles theater with a golden bandana sticking out of his gnarled teeth. It wasn’t particularly shiny, but not that type of yellow you’d see in a banana either; but this bandana was particularly regal in appearance, particularly evocative – when one would touch it, a sudden warmth flooded the palm, and spoke of richness and childhood, of aches and relations, of quiet and shrieks of delight.
gucci bandana, this remidns me of the summer before my senior year when me and my best friend would lsiten to that sog in her car, wow that was agreat summer i miss it so much. i really wish i could go back in time
Bandanas to hide the marks that hurt and mark affiliations, to cover the face of a burglar or cowboys is high speed chases, to wear with pride or just to hide, your networks or your faces.
i think of motorcycle gangs with red bandanas and leather jackets with big glasses and have a bad ass attitude. I think of my gansta brother who use to wear different colored ones to try to be cool the funniest one being a pink one
The man i saw today wore a bandana…it was stained with blood. I want to reach out and help him but don’t know how. It covers his heart. I don’t know what person did this to him but I have a feeling it was me. I want to remove it and let his heart flow out like the sea.
The boy tied the red bandana around his young neck and loaded the 9 mil. gun with bullets. Bullets that would fall to the grounds of the high school with a small ting. A small ting compared to the powerful bang they were released with.
Keeled over, projectile vomit forcing its way out my system. He held back my hair and rubbed my back. Tears streaming down and I’m heaving over the bucket then he hands me his bandana to wipe my face.
The little girl pulls the bandana down with two of her fingers, showing her green eyes to the world. She is disorientated, not knowing where she was. Time had escaped her, the bandana was secure around her head for as long as she knew. Fear started to grow in the pit of her stomach. Sweat formed at the base of her hairline.
gangstas wear as a symbol of which gang they belong to. Usually hanging out of their trousers to show others who they be repin. Cowboys used to use these to protect their mouths from sand when wind became really harsh. Yippee-Kae-Yae mf!
A bandana is something that people generally don’t where anymore. The style isn’t all that appealing in my opinion, but a lot of people will where it, especially if they’re young or ride a motorcycle. Perhaps it gives the effect of freedom and rebellion.
The red and white polka dotted bandana kept her tangled locks from enveloping her face.She peered out from behind her thick black rimmed glasses and lamented the day’s unbearable heat.
no. this wasn’t happening. he wasn’t sitting there staring at his past and watching future dissolve behind his turned hairy back. he wasn’t watching the red bandana, red as bleeding gums and angry rosebuds, fly, unreachable, into the black. He we hopeless. Time, history, love, existence, chicken pot pie, didn’t matter. He wasn’t even thirsty anymore.
He dug his heels into the thick hide of his horse, edging it forward. The animal could smell the gunpowder and the death all around it and backed up digging it’s hooves into the dirt. He dug his heels deeper but the beast still retreated, refusing to go forward. He slipped off knowing that this was going to be the last time he even saw this beautiful animal, and he hadn’t even bothered to name it.
The thing that you use to wrap yourself. Gangs. life. death. girl scouts and boy scouts. learning and growing.
war. bleeding and saving.
desert. sweat. life saving.
random.
LOVE.
She prefers to wear it around her wrist, like he used to before he disappeared from her life. It is worn, old, and the red has long since faded to a dusty shade of rose. She loves it more than she loves any diamond he gave her, any CD or stuffed animal; it was a part of him, and it has become a part of her.
It was draped across his face, concealing all but his eyes. Those eyes… they were alive with a passion that I had not encountered before. Standing there, molotov cocktail in hand, he stared me down. I lost all train of thought. For a moment, I thought he had surrendered. I was wrong.
I wish i had one. This reminds me of lil wayne and other rappers who wear them in their back pockets haha. I want a white and black one. Maybe just a black one. I wonder who created the pattern used on bandanas..
He reclines,
almost falling backwards,
pushing the limits,
as he always has.
The chair doesn’t fit him,
in fact,
it devours him.
The stark contrast of
the dark red bandana
against the white chair.
It’s so contrary to expectations
that it’s actually perfect.
I saw a kid wearing a bandana one time. It was blue with white markings. I think he was in a gang, but I’m not sure. I wasn’t scared of him, but he made me curious. I wanted to know why he was wearing that bandana around his arm.
bandanas make me think of children with cancer. and beads of courage. billions of them. or gangsters with their “colours” hanging out their left pocket or whatever.
My hair is growing, all of the time.
Look how sensitive I am, because my hair is so fine.
Every beer ive ever had, is on the shelf above my bed.
And sometimes I put my speakers facing out my window.
Maybe the dim light will carry mdeep,
in to this bandana of sleep,
if on the word could fit in the sheets, id be home.
Gazing astonished, lusterous brilliance,
maybe you are who im not.
Bandana
We had some Survivor wars when she was 13. Each team wore different bandanas. We exploded water bombs, and had races, and ate cake at Guadalupe State Park. AFterwards she said, “This was the best birthday party ever, Mom!”
See, one of these days I’m going to turn into David Foster Wallace. Except I won’t be an accomplished writer. And I’ll be a woman. A really weirdass, manly woman wearing a bandana and going around telling people they need to learn how to feel stuff or something. I’ll probably have stubble. It’ll be uncomfortable for people to be around me. I’ll probably smell.
gangs, colours, head, face, stereotypical,
i put it in my hand , my hair, my arms, my belly, my pain, my rain, my drain, mc cain, mc donalds, mc tosh, tosh,rosh, cosh, yosh, losh, rosh, fosh, tosh , toss, nose, trose,
I think about lizzie mcguire and how in 2004 she used to always wear a bandana on that show. thats pretty much all tht comes to mind when i hear the word bandana. I also think its a funny word tht sounds like banana
My brain, squeezed by the pale pink bandana, seizured in violent thoughts; flooded with images of blood and disorder, with the sounds of the thousands of voices trying to make sense of the news. That our enemy is dead. And happiness left a bitter taste in my mouth.
While I undid my bandana under the dusty sun, I could only think of the rush I felt as I had slid and cascaded down the rapids of the Kern. Yet the thrill of the cold and captive water never even came close to the fear of the blue eyes.
I tied it quickly around my arm, the paisley pattern quickly turning red with the seeping blood. I groaned with pain as the pressure of the fabric tightened down on the gaping wound.
I just packed up some bandanas? That’s really all I can come up with. Packing is getting close to complete and yet I still have a lot to pack. Or so it seems. I only have school/office supplies to pack, some clothes, jewelry, and toiletries. Seems like there’s more than that.
Bandanas always make me think of camp. Good times and memories. They make me think of rope burn. That night was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. The feeling of elation we got when we thought we won, the pain that all paid off in the end, the hugs and smiles through the tears. Bandanas bearing the smell of burning wood for all time
in the desert, the air is so dry that bread turns to toast as soon as you open the bag. for the same reason the best way to stay cool is by laying wet bandanas on your skin. the water evaporates right away, leaving you with the feeling of an icepack around your neck. bandanas are sweet pirate garb too.