#bandito's poetry

[banditomojado]

A.M.

Time is an hourglass tumbling through the waves of waters disturbed

Full disassociation, a trick of the light

A hidden blade, slick sleight of hand

A moment of clarity, and the sting of a 'Port.

Rage, ancient ocean, rage!

Let the cruelty of your chaos,

Perfectly random,

Shape the flow of time

Of what's left of this, the freshest Armageddon

There's a burning cross where my heart used to be,

Blessed with the sins of my wandering kin

Past, present, future

Charmers, killers, lovers.

Rage, ancient ocean, rage!

Let the benevolence of your chaos

Randomly perfect,

Shape the flow of time

Of what's left of this, the latest revolution.

Wait, what time is it?

[suns-blood]

Idk I'd just wander in necropolis (if such a thing was allowed) and write poetry that romanticises misery or sth. As I already do lol. Of course I would also be completely oblivious to banditos because being out of the loop is my defining character trait irl

i'm not gonna lie, if i was a citizen of dema i don't think i'd ever escape. i'd probably have no clue banditos even exist. i would be bopping around my all gray room to scaled and icy like "man, i wish there was a color that went with red and orange. too bad i've never seen it in dema. anyway, no chances slaps. im sure there's no deeper meaning to it." and i'd meet up with my friends and chat about "did you SEE that guy on good day dema? with the pink hair? wasn't he sooo cute? omg and the guy on drums? what a MAN!" then all of the sudden the bishops are dead and body control is real and the guy on good day dema led a rebellion that ended society as i knew it. and i still don't know what a bandito is.

[ttaylorpeppermann]

I'll be home soon, but for now, I need to sit here in the trenches with banditos in masks who bleed the same. run, don't stay. you don't belong here with us. blurry faces will cloud your eyes, and you will be lost. go home, and wait for me.

t.n.p. - A Trip to Dema [03/211/2020]

[heavydirtyhead]

i fell in love with a music box

[neonthema]

icky smell,

it fills my lungs with transparent smoke

rose over gray shards of a vial i broke.

quickly fell

on my knees, the voices acidly spoke –

"you've done it, you failed them" my mind a hand chokes.

[wanderlust-and-stars]

| pcd |

post concert depression (n.) The feeling of depression after going to a really good concert. Usually involves depression over the fact that your life’s purpose is now fulfilled after seeing your favorite band. 

how many hours can i spend scrolling through reddit, watching the same videos  and trying to relive every moment? closing my eyes, i remember every second  of the finale, that tightness in my heart, because i knew it was about to end. i remember the tears when the first song started the shock of seeing them with my own two eyes— the boys whose music saved me. 17 days ago, my life changed. my coworkers tell me i’m obsessed, my family leaves the room when i mention the band, and my friends roll their eyes, but i don’t care. i’m still struggling, but i’m not the same person. that olive and yellow confetti touched something in me, something i haven’t seen  in a while— hope.  that maybe, just maybe, i’ll make it to the end without taking any shortcuts.

“stay alive everyone. it’s worth it. i promise.”

- j.

[spilledxstardust]

"[...] What I Create, Is Chaos"

All the neon lights and exposed flesh are not made for me.

I sink in something strange, and like in the middle of a sandstorm,

I can't keep my eyes open,

because sand keeps getting into them.

So I escape.

Escape?

Only for a few minutes, over a cigarrete in the street.

*

But give me a stained bathroom sink, a scribbled bathroom door and a mirror, and I will want to escape from my skin too.

Outside again we go.

Hoping someone will find me,

or maybe just hoping someone will see me.

I try to catch that look in the eye that says “I want you”,

that says “I could love you”.

*

Why do I like to feed my ego off of strangers' looks?

I only love one pair of eyes.

Well, yeah. He wasn't there.

Who am I when he isn't around?

Have I changed?

Or am I still the same?

I still step out into the street with the spirit of someone who's out to get a lover.

I do get enough love, so I don't even have a reason to wander.

*

The city doesn't feel mine anymore.

The world doesn't feel like I could just eat it up.

I feel in between four glasses,

I think this small place I'm in is the world I created,

the world I wish I could destroy.

And the night sky disappears when I wish it was present,

when I stare at the sky looking for peace,

(no longer looking for answers, because no star could have them)

looking for all the reasons to stay I managed to create.

*

The glasses;

Those are mirrored walls, those are my fears stitched into the spaces between the stars.

The glasses are my cage, and bittersweet memories reflect all around me,

just like the good old days,

bouncing from corner to corner.

Just like the days I no longer wanted to be myself,

those that were not good, not good at all,

bouncing from corner to corner.

*

Who allowed me to take the chaos that is not mine?

And who allowed chaos to be so beautifully tempting?

I used to dream so much that dreams fell from my pockets,

and chaos used to spill when I overflowed and everybody watched.

Yeah, I was too much.

I had to adapt in order to be properly loved and fixed.

*

But now when something off,

everything is off.

My brain used to be divided into sections, each of them had a dream locked inside.

Wandering in my brain had no way out:

out of a forest, into the city night;

out of a foggy afternoon, into the abandoned castle;

out of a cemetery, into the hopeful morning sky.

*

Truly,

it's about stepping out of chaos just to step into chaos again.

22/10/2018

[...] by Halsey, "Colors" (Stripped version)

[armandohere]

Pistolero. Waxed mustache Bolo tie With banditos in cahoots Old gun hand Spoiling for a fight They'll bury you in your boots #pistolero #bandito #mustache #cowboy #illustration #lineart #poetry #poem #art #western #boots

[ettawritesnstudies]

You're an imagine dragons and 21 pilots fan?

Yes I am! I admit I don't follow imagine dragons as closely anymore but I was a huge fan of both during high school and absolutely lost my mind when Trench came out with all the Dema/Clancy/Banditos lore. (I think this was also around the time I started seriously considering an author's platform and so it's really no surprise I put yellow flowers in everything). My tastes have changed since then, but twenty one pilots still easily ranks in my top 3-5 favorite bands. Their albums are the first I ever bought and downloaded with my own real life money and I used Neon Gravestones, Migraine, and Holding Onto You as my pieces for a poetry speech event competition thingy my senior year. I've still got most of the lyrics memorized.

[howieabel]

“I Explain Some Things” from Residence on Earth - Pablo Neruda

You will ask: And where are the lilacs? And the metaphysics laced with poppies? And the rain that often beat his words filling them with holes and birds? I'll tell you everything that's happening with me. I lived in a neighborhood of Madrid, with church bells, with clocks, with trees. From there you could see the dry face of Castilla like an ocean of leather. My house was called the house of flowers, because everywhere geraniums were exploding: it was a beautiful house with dogs and little kids. Raúl, do you remember? Do you remember, Rafael? Federico, you remember, from under the earth, do you remember my house with balconies on which the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth? Hermano, hermano! Everything was great voices, salty goods, piles of throbbing bread, markets of my Argüelles neighborhood with its statue like a pale inkwell among the carp: oil flowed into the spoons, a loud pulse of feet and hands filled the streets, meters, liters, sharp essence of life, piled fish, texture of rooftops under a cold sun that wears out the weathervane, fine delirious ivory of the potatoes, tomatoes repeating all the way to the sea. And one morning everything was burning and one morning the fires were shooting out of the earth devouring beings, and ever since then fire, gunpowder ever since, and ever since then blood. Bandits with airplanes and with Moors, bandits with finger-rings and duchesses, bandits with black friars making blessings, kept coming from the sky to kill children, and through the streets the blood of the children ran simply, like children's blood. Jackals the jackal would reject, stones the dry thistle would bite then spit out, vipers the vipers would despise! Facing you I have seen the blood of Spain rise up to drown you in one single wave of pride and knives! Traitor generals: behold my dead house, behold Spain destroyed: yet instead of flowers from every dead house burning metal flows, yet from every hollow of Spain Spain flows, yet from every dead child rises a rifle with eyes, yet from every crime bullets are born that one day will find the target of your heart. You will ask why his poetry doesn't speak to us of dreams, of the leaves, of the great volcanoes of his native land? Come and see the blood in the streets, come and see the blood in the streets, come and see the blood in the streets!

“Explico algunas cosas” de Residencia en la tierra

Preguntaréis: Y dónde están las lilas? Y la metafísica cubierta de amapolas? Y la lluvia que a menudo golpeaba sus palabras llenándolas de agujeros y pájaros? Os voy a contar todo lo que me pasa. Yo vivía en un barrio de Madrid, con campanas, con relojes, con árboles. Desde allí se veía el rostro seco de Castilla como un océano de cuero. Mi casa era llamada la casa de las flores, porque por todas partes estallaban geranios: era una bella casa con perros y chiquillos. Raúl, te acuerdas? Te acuerdas, Rafael? Federico, te acuerdas debajo de la tierra, te acuerdas? de mi casa con balcones en donde la luz de junio ahogaba flores en tu boca? Hermano, hermano! Todo eran grandes voces; sal de mercaderías, aglomeraciones de pan palpitante, mercados de mi barrio de Argüelles con su estatua como un tintero pálido entre las merluzas: el aceite llegaba a las cucharas, un profundo latido de pies y manos llenaba las calles, metros, litros, esencia aguda de la vida, pescados hacinados, contextura de techos con sol frío en el cual la flecha se fatiga, delirante marfil fino de las patatas, tomates repetidos hasta el mar. Y una mañana todo estaba ardiendo y una mañana las hogueras salían de la tierra devorando seres, y desde entonces fuego, pólvora desde entonces, y desde entonces sangre. Bandidos con aviones y con moros, bandidos con sortijas y duquesas, banditos con frailes negros bendiciendo venían por el cielo a matar niños, y por las calles la sangre de los niños corría simplemente, como sangre de niños. Chacales que el chacal rechazaría, piedras que el cardo seco mordería escupiendo, víboras que las víboras odiaran! Frente a vosotros he visto la sangre de España levantarse para ahogaros en una sola ola de orgullo y de cuchillos! Generales traidores: mirad mi casa muerta, mirad España rota: pero de cada casa muerta sale metal ardiendo en vez de flores, pero de cada hueco de España sale España, pero de cada niño muerto sale un fusil con ojos, pero de cada crimen nacen balas que os hallarán un día el sitio del corazón. Preguntaréis por qué su poesía no nos habla del sueño, de las hojas, de los grandes volcanes de su país natal? Venid a ver la sangre por las calles, venid a ver la sangre por las calles, venid a ver la sangre por las calles!

[banditomojado]

An Ordinary Diamond 💎

Call it delusion, call it unhinged

Call it what you want

But I refuse to take credit

For phantasmic sins

I carry with me a vow

A cicatrix in black ink

A gold you once admired

Despite being holier than thou

I have flirted with malevolence

And paid a hefty price

For my wandering mind

Yet my gold maintains its prevalence

There is strength in your memory

Of that we have evidence

I suppose "maybes" and twisting it

Was the safe and sufficient remmedy

There is less blood on your hands

Of that there is no doubt

But blood there is still, I'm afraid

Despite your silk-stocking plans

Does it disturb you so, darling,

Being an ordinary diamond?

Remember, proximity to godhood

Is ultimately a wretched thing

So call it delusion, call it unhinged

I'm not your devil anymore

And god damnit, I want to live

[angelfoodcake08]

I am back with my hyperfixation! With vague story plots this time.

So, I've been rethinking over this & came up with a few ideas. Feel free to lend any ideas to the list if you'd like.

Opt 1: She [protag] is a hermit who lives in an abandoned mansion nobody wants to go to because they think it's haunted. She has a sort of ofrenda where she keeps a book filled with stories of her family stories, jokes, pictures, etc. That or she has a library of them. She was a small girl when she first saw Bruno from afar & was far too shy to ask him if he liked her, too.

Opt 2: She is a grown woman who once dated Bruno after years of being his friend pre- & post-ceremony. Sadly, he vanished without a trace which left [protag] heartbroken. In her anguish & confusion, she moved to a mansion built into the mountainside. It needed a lot of TLC from the time Bruno vanished & [protag]'s arrival there, but the ever adaptive woman suited her new home with all of her handcrafted &/or repaired refurbishments. She found a library of empty books & began writing things like poetry, stories, fairytales, even dabbled in some sketches.

Opt 3: she was a preteen/teenaged drifter of unknown origins & was unofficially adopted by the locals after they saw how thin & dirty the young woman looked. She meets Bruno in his corresponding youth & they hit it off instantly, laughing & joking on her breaks from her job(s).

Additional story elements that might be mixed in later:

Add. Opt. 1: she's the descendent of the bad men or banditos that took Abuelo Pedro from Abuela Alma before coming like nothing happened. She learned of their crimes as a teen & was rightfully appalled upon hearing the tale her male family members were cackling at over a few too many pints of some sort of alcohol. She either left after being disowned & stripped of her familial commodities (name, home, etc.) & sent out into the vast lands to fend for herself or ran away to hide where she could never be found by her 'family', reshaping herself with a whole new name, clothes & cosmetic aesthetics that her female family members had enforced upon her early on in her life, even going as far as to chop her knee-length braid into a curly, Shirley Temple type cut.

Add. Opt. 2: She's was a baby one family found drifting in the river where we see Luisa setting the bridge in place in the first song of the film, not too far from the first few buildings & the Encanto. Another version has a near pre-ceremony Bruno, Pepa, & Juilieta finding her & basically bringing her to Mama Alma who holds a village meeting to decide who would be the babe's caregiver(s) & new family after finding a note begging whoever found the little, light-skinned beauty to take her in as their own for one reason or the other.

Add. Opt. 2.2: she's the daughter of one of the men who took Pedro from Alma & her mother didn't want to risk another one of her children facing the life her older siblings grew into.

Add. Opt. 3: She was born to a local family of coffee bean farmers (???), fell hard for the younger Bruno, &, after he vanished & the town began turning against her with typical ridicules, fled to an abandoned dwelling built into the mountainside far from prying eyes. She finds books, a telescope, & a basic homey setup; sort of like a well-off person & their family up & left leaving everything behind including clothes she made into garbs of her own. As was the case in Opt 1 & 2, she removed the home to her liking.

Thank you for reading, have a cute gif of Bruno. 😊

[meatyliver]

Ok, since i got up today and whenever i had time in classes i was listening to the scaled and icy lyric videos. here is my opinion on them!

disclaimer- i am in no ways a professional musician, or a super-in depth reviewer. i am doing this for fun, and to share my opinion with others. i am not trying to criticize the band twenty øne piløts nor am i trying to dismiss anyone else’s opinion.

track 1- good day

one of my favorites from this album, it sounds like the beginning of a musical? kind of. it sounds really happy, but some of the lyrics are kind of dark- and i live for that verbal irony shit in music. my favorite verse is “lost my job my wife and child, homie just sued me.” as far as this song goes it’s a lot more ‘pop’ than what i am used to with the regular tøp music style, but in my humble opinion it sounds awesome and i like that tøp is experimenting with different styles of music.

track 2- choker

good beat at the beginning, i really like the music video. i don’t have as much to say about this one because i’ve already listened to it a lot. i like the rap for this one- “like a little splinter buried in your skin, someone else can carve it out but when you’ve got the pin, it hurts a little less and you can even push it further in, when you body’s screaming out trust you mind’s listening.”

track 3- shy away

this one i also listened to a lot. it’s got really good vocals music wise, and it’s got cool guitar!! i don’t have a favorite lyric for this.

track 4- the outside

funky beat, i like the chorus because the guitar sounds cool in it. my favorite lyric is “kids will try to take my vibes” the rap is also a bop about sharks, summer, and vibing.

track 5- Saturday

unfortunately this is my least favorite track because it sounds like it will be very over played. i still like it though. i like the lyric “catch me floating circles in my fish bowl”. i also think “might get loud on friday” is a nod to the livestream on 5-21-21. i also like that it is a little ocean themed, or like a reoccurring motif. the phone call with tyler and jenna as a bridge (i think) is a nice touch.

track 6- never take it

i like this one because it tells a clearer story that i don’t have to dig deep and analyze to understand. this song also reminds me a lot of the song “here comes the end” by gerard way. my favorite lyric is “why cure disease of confusion when your the treatment facility?” and “the summer i watched the tube i saw enough, taught myself to play guitar tearing it up and my advice on those too things that i picked up you better educate yourself but never too much.” all in all this song has good vibes. and an epic guitar solo!

track 7- Mulberry street

one of my favorites. i like the piano tune at the beginning. it just makes me happy and has a nice sound. the bridge sounds sadder than the rest of it but i think it links the song to other tøp songs that sound sad aswell. my favorite lyric is “i might be cynical towards you, i’m just worried that my loyalty will bore you.”

track 8- formidable

this song is about josh? i think i don’t know all the details of the lore. it’s a nice song and i think it links josh to how he acted in the choker music video.

track 9- bounce man

this has such a fun tune!!! i think it’s about josh running away. my favorite lyric is “i don’t know if you’ve got your phone, cause this went straight to voicemail.” people are seeing josh on the news and it might have some correlation to the choker music video. it has lyrics about playing one last song, and josh is in the band with tyler. this song is really good but very sad. it sounds a little nostalgic.

track 10- no chances

awesome bass. awesome rap. awesome synth. i saw someone comment on the video that it sounds like a translation between the album trench and scaled and icy. i like the metaphors and it just sounds great. it could be about the banditos trying to rescue someone? i like that is another song that tells a somewhat clear story. i don’t have a favorite lyric for this one but i like their rap songs because it’s like poetry but also sounds good and has meaning behind it. i think the chanting “we come for you no chances” might be the bishops.

track 11- redecorate

the final track, it sounds similar to neon gravestones at the beginning. the first lyric is “taking inventory of my his life” i saw a theory that this points to tyler being controlled. i like the chorus, it sounds nice. my favorite verse is “blankets over mirrors she tends to like it. she’s not afraid of her reflection but of what she might see behind it. she had plans to change her name, yeah. just not the traditional way, yeah. haunted by a couple big mistakes, she covers all the dents with the way she decorates then one night she got cold with no blankets on her bed, so she ripped them off the mirror .. etc” there’s a ton of crossed out words in the lyric video which could hint to more things.

overall this album is great. there is a lot of lore and stuff that i don’t know to much about so take my theory’s and opinions with a grain of salt. this was for fun and i had a good time doing this. idk if you can comment in tumblr but if you have any more theory’s feel free to share them with me.

if you do not accept my opinion on things please do not interact with this post :-)

feel free to clarify things or make a post about your thoughts of the songs.

have a wonderful day everyone and if you read this all the way through ily💕

[tryingnsmiling]

About tryingnsmiling!

Hey, welcome to my snazzy blog! Everyone is welcome! (except for assholes, please kindly leave<3)

I mostly just share random tinkerings of my brain or repost others'. I try to keep the vibes good! Art n music n poetry are important to me so don't be surprised if, ya know, that is all muddled in there.

Here’s something for you to get to know me a lil bit!

Socials:

All of my socials are @artbyla22 ! you can find me on Tumblr (no shit?!), instagram, twitter, and reddit. go say hi!!

Music favs:

Twenty One Pilots, The 1975, Half Alive, Hozier, Ethel Cain, Cage the Elephant, Glass Animals, The NBHD, AJR, Taylor Swift (sorry), Declan McKenna, Lana Del Ray, The Last Dinner Party, Chappell Roan, Flower Face, and A LOT more. Don't hesitate to get in a music rant with me.

Other fandoms:

Unus Annus (rip), Dan and Phil, uhhhhh ig that's it (for now)

Random Facts and Lore:

I love tattoos and all of mine are impulsive hehe (what else do u do when u meet ur fav band and they write something for u on a napkin?? (Steam Summerland by Half Alive))

I play tennis, the uke, guitar, and violin. Not all at the same time, though.

I once shoved a green bean up my nose to avoid eating veggies. Sent me to the hospital.

My pronouns are they/she and I am queer and confused, always! Don't hatecrime me like the men in publix parking lots do please.

I fucking love the color yellow drown me in that shit. (like the confetti during Trees 2019 Bandito tour. Obscure reference obscure reference!!)

ANYWAYS, Nice to meet y’all! Feel free to stay awhile! Have a great day!

[neonthema]

we pray for you to come back

the wayward souls cast aside

not in fear scattered and hidden

repeating what is forbidden

"is up, is up, is up!"

blood dried on lips cut

we pray for you to die in life

we pray

so you don't have to.

–

stay alive

[twentyonepodcasts]

I’m finally got caught up on your podcast, and I just love it. You’re both so well-spoken and I love how you bring up things the clique disagrees on in an open-minded way. I got inspired to share my origin story, especially after hearing Hannah’s experience listening to Friend, Please. 


I have a specific memory in my freshman year of high school sitting under a tree with my best friend listening to music on his iPod. He was like, “You need to listen to this band. You’re going to love them. It’s like… poetry.” And he showed me Car Radio and Migraine. I remember thinking it was so incredible and unlike anything I had ever heard. We started listening to them constantly, although it was just those two songs and a few others at the time. TW// suicide My senior year of high school rolled around, and my best friend died by suicide. After that, I stopped listening to music, and really doing anything I enjoyed. It was a really dark time in my life.  I remember randomly going to Youtube one day and going to my songs that I had saved. Migraine and Car Radio were on there, and I listened and just cried because I remembered the first time he showed me Twenty One Pilots, and how much I loved those songs. That’s what I really dove in and fell in love with them, watching all their interviews and listening to every single one of their songs. It sounds super cliche, but they really did pull me out of that dark place. I ended up going to see them live at ERS, and it was honestly so amazing. I will never forget that night, I felt so alive. And the fact that they played Migraine was just so awesome, it really felt like everything had came full circle. I didn’t really join the clique through social media until last year shortly after my Bandito Tour concert, and I made a twitter and came back to tumblr. I’m so happy that I did. It’s so incredible to see so many people so passionate about these boys and the music they make and the message they send to stay alive and that there’s always hope. It brings me so much happiness to see how the hope that they gave me to keep going has also been given to so many others. <3