Reality Bites the Dust, Creative Writing
Reality Bites The Dust
Another One Bites The Dust - Instrumentals Only - Queen
Reality Bites The Dust
Oh! Let’s Fly!
Eve twirls happily through her mind
Claiming a world of her own
She’s leaving this one here far behind
Looming in distant unknowns
She’s been eager, yeah, she’s been eager to leave
She was walking the tight rope in full-view
But no one saw her bright-bloody sleeves
They looked past each raw clue
Reality bites the dust
Reality bites the dust
Her unicorn flies high, her unicorn flies high
Reality bites the dust
Hey, she’s gonna ride right through
Reality bites the dust
There’s no need to wonder when she’ll come back
Bridges burned, can’t backtrack
She’ll leave behind everything when she goes
Ain’t no reason to come back
She’ll be flyin’, She’ll be pacified
Her past life will whizz on by
The white hallways will turn vivid blue
Restraints will be untied
(Look out!)
Reality bites the dust
Reality bites the dust
Her unicorn flies high, her unicorn flies high
Reality bites the dust
Hey, she’s gonna ride right through
Reality bites the dust
There are numerous known ways to exit a room
And look like you’re still there
No one can tell, no one will know
Behind that cold-steel, hollow-eyed, vacant stare
But, she’s eager, yeah, she’s eager to fly
There’s just nothing more to be said
She’ll jump on sideways and down she’ll sit
Her unicorn will fly straight ahead
Reality bites the dust
Reality bites the dust
Her unicorn flies high, her unicorn flies high
Reality bites the dust
Hey, she’s gonna ride right through
Reality bites the dust
Reality Bites The Dust Poem
Emotional Trauma can alter the brain in a way which can cause one to behave in a
continual fight, flight, or freeze descent; this imprisonment of Post Traumatic Stress
Disorder (PTSD), can be caused by many a traumatic, or ongoing, disastrous event.
It has been said that the brain has the ability to remold, or alter itself, from this
damage, by way of positive stimulation; however, it might take reliving of painful
events, in order to bring about the sufferer's long, over-due liberation
Reality Bites The Dust
Below the photos is the video of the Vocals to “Another One Bites The Dust”, by Queen!
Reality Bites The Dust
Reality Bites The Dust
Reality Bites The Dust
Another One Bites The Dust - Vocals - Queen
Questions & Answers
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Comments
AUTHORThank you, Dream On. Flying would be magnificent, beyond compare!
I think we all wish we could fly. At night when I close my eyes I do my best flying. Such a beautiful hub.
- AUTHOR
Dream On,
Thank you for your equally beautiful comment. Your words inspire me, and I am grateful for you.
Tamara
xxx
You put a whole new meaning to a song when I was a teenager we use to drink too. Your imagination works effortlessly to bring images of such beauty to light. Thank you for sharing.
- AUTHOR
Such lovely and understanding comments from all of my friends, here, on Hubpages! Kind friends are a blessing from The Lord.
- AUTHOR
Thank you, Shanmarie. I actually have many other songs about other various subjects to go along with their intended rhythm and beat of original songs- from Pizza, to Blackjack, to God- many various subjects.
Thank you for stopping by!
- AUTHOR
Linda,
Thank you so much for your visit, and your lovely comment. I appreciate it so much!
xxxooo
I found your song lyrics very moving, Tamara. Thank you for creating them.
- AUTHOR
Chitrangada,
Your comments are always such a delight, as are you! Thank you.
Hugs,
xxxooo
Lovely poem and beautiful pictures!
You weaved the words beautifully and the title is great.
Thanks for sharing!
- AUTHOR
Bill,
Lol..thank you!
These lyrics are meant to go along with Queen’s song, “Another One Bites The Dust “. I don’t like the lyrics of Queen’s song. Thus, I made my own.
xxxooo
- AUTHOR
Louise,
Awwe, thank you :-) I can fly in my dreams. And when I look up at a bird, I imagine I am that bird soaring thru the skies.
xxxooo
Well, Tamara. I'm glad your poetry isn't biting any dust. You just keep flying! Very good stuff here. Thanks!
That's a lovely poem, Tamara. I wish I could fly. I love the photo's.
- AUTHOR
That’s cool, Dora.
Yes, I was thinking of her riding side-saddle, just in case she was wearing a dress; seemed more proper.
Thank you for reading my poem (song lyrics), Dora. It’s always an honor to have your delightful visit.
xxxooo
The idea of jumping on sideways makes her desire for flight seem so intense. I've also flown in my dreams, many years back.
- AUTHOR
Ha ha...I like your comment, Flourish :-) It’s funny; made me laugh. Sometimes I dream I am flying. Fun!
xxxooo
She seems like she's in her own little world. Sometimes having two feet on the ground is overrated.
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