twinkle tori azzoli
(an: this song is not written by me, unfortunately,
but by the amazing tori amos. hey, I use her music
a lot, huh? I would have used one of my own songs,
but didn't have the time on my hands at that period. if
you or someone you know has encountered this
experience, there is help, and it isn't your fault.
dial 1 800 656 hope, RAINN, the Rape, Abuse, Incest
National Network, also founded by tori.
muchos gracias to my favorite bitch, kay, shannon -
for being such a bitch and getting me my very
first song-, ummm, lots of other people, and even more people!
to all y'all anti-"boy band"-ers -- -- I love you! email
me @
toriazzoli@tori.net or
slide@tori.net
3 *thanx Sky!*
twinkle
She ran through the overly crowded streets. There
were only a handful of people scurrying about, but they
were too many for the young, violated girl bustling
through hell.
Saying that she hated herself, everything, and everyone
around her, was truly an understatement. The girl
loathed and utterly detested everything; but life in
general, was her main problem.
Before exiting school, everything was fine, although
there was that nagging, dark feeling in the pit of her
stomach. She had passed a pop quiz in algebra with
flying colours, gotten good news on her dying friend's
health, and had a date planned with her boyfriend.
Everything was going great.
Until her beau revealed his "true" feelings: that he didn't
want her around anymore.
She had stared at him in shock. There was no way
any of the words coming out of his mouth were true.
They wouldn't be true; she refused to believe them. It
was crazy. And horribly true.
He shut the door in her face, and left the heartbroken
teenage girl sobbing at his steps.
Some time later she was found wandering the city's
dark alleys, by the worst kind of evil.
He drove himself into her innocent soul time after time,
until she was left on the cement, shattered; both
physically and mentally. After what seemed like forever,
the girl found the strength to move, and began to trek
towards some unknown destination, unsure, herself, to
where her memory was dragging her.
~~~~~~~~~~
A young man stared out onto the dark town. His
apartment was located on the top of the building, enabling
him to look upon the entire city of Azabu, Tokyo without
being seen.
He blinked for a moment, doing a double take on the girl
downstairs, darting through people, and - - heading towards
his home? When he reopened his eyes and looked around,
she was nowhere to be found. Glancing at his clock,
reading two am, he decided she was a figment of his tired
imagination; and that it was time for bed.
He slowly made his way to sleep, after lying in bed for several
minutes. Haunting visions of a special young woman, of
whom was a major part of his life, plagued his dreaming
state. He ignored the feeling and tried to get some rest,
knowing full well that his blonde angel would be better
off, and happier, without him.
~~~~~~~~~~
The girl almost collapsed from exhaustion as she
neared the familiar doorsteps she had seen not so long
ago. Blood was flowing freely down a good portion of
her body, and had started seeping into the carpet. She
looked down at her crawling position and finally realized
how badly her small form was tattered. Fresh tears
sprang to her eyes when pain from knocking at the door,
flooded every neuron in her body.
Even more blinded her vision when her eyes met those of
the apartment's occupant.
~~~~~~~~~~
He stared at the girl, just barely standing, in front of him.
It was a miracle she hadn't died of blood loss.
There was a cut over her left eye, three long slices
running down her left shoulder, four on her right;
scratches and bruises all over her face and neck, her
shirt was almost completely torn off of her heaving
chest, as well as her skirt: it was split right down the
middle, baring her torn innocence.
He brought his gaze back up to meet the girl's. She was
no longer the perky, giddy teenager he had known and
loved. There was no light in her usually bright eyes; only
darkness and terrible misery. She was now an abused
woman who had been through more pain in a few hours,
than most people endure in a lifetime.
The girl looked back at him, silently beseeching him to
help her get through the pain. He gave her a small smile
and held out his arms for comfort. A glimmer of hope
dawned on her face and she welcomed the embrace. the
young man lifted her further into his arms and carried her
inside to lie down. The door was shut and the girl sat up
on the couch, wanting someone to talk to her and hold her,
and tell her everything would be okay. Getting no response
from the man on the other side of the room, brought her
even deeper into her depression. All she had ever given him
was love, kindness, and, she had though, happiness. Hut he
had never returned the favour, always distancing himself from
everyone.
The man glanced over at the faded woman sitting on his
couch; so close, yet so far away. Tears were raining down
her cheeks, yet again, and little did he know, they were because
of HIS insecurities about life.
He walked over and sat down beside the crying girl, who
leaned onto his shoulder. Not caring about later washing the
blood-stained shirt, he wrapped his arms around her once again.
The man knew nothing about what it felt like to be the depressed
girl in his arms, at the moments that counted the most and worst
in her life; but could feel her tension.
He pressed butterfly-like kisses on the top of her head and all
over her face, chanting "I'm sorry," over and over, as if a
proclamation of love.
All the girl could do was cry into his shirt and hold onto
him for dear life. Knowing how horrible she must've looked,
she buried herself in his embrace.
After the cries subsided, the man lifted her up in his arms
again, heading for the bathroom. Sitting the girl on the
counter, he motioned for her to stay, and began running
the tub water. Promising that he wouldn't hurt her, he
asked the girl to take off her clothes and get into the water.
She obliged, and relaxed in the warmth that the liquid
brought her. Quickly, the water began turning pink, then
a bright scarlet from all the blood emitting from the girl
resting in it.
The man started light conversation, occasionally bringing
a giggle to spill forth from the girl. He filled a cup with fresh,
hot water and dipped a cloth in it. The girl stepped out of the
tub and wrapped a towel around herself, draining the water.
A smile crept onto the man's face as the girl pulled his towel
up close to the skin of her neck, a blush staining her cheeks.
She sat back onto the counter as the man proceeded to clean
her wounds. After properly disinfecting her arms, legs and face,
he started easing the towel off, when the girl locked his wrists in
a death grip. She shook her head violently, telling him 'no.' He
looked sternly at her and told her that there were likely to be
many more injuries that needed cleaning on the covered area of
her body. The girl continued shaking her head and wrapped her
arms around herself. the man stepped back and sighed. 'difficult,
as always,' his eyes seemed to say. Another blush made its
way to her face as she let him clean the majority of her remaining
wounds. He kept his hands from the one place that was sure to
cause some discomfort. She was hurt enough already.
After taking care of the girl's many scratches and bruises, the man
produced a shirt and pants for the girl to wear for sleep. She
dressed and he ushered her to bed.
Planting a light kiss on the woman's forehead, he left the room
with a slow record on. Before leaving, he heard the lyrics to one
of the songs,
"sure that star can twinkle
you're watching it do
boy so hard
boy so hard
but I know a girl
twice as hard
and I'm sure
said I'm sure
she's watching it too
no matter what tie she's got in her right dresser
tied
I know she's watching that star
gonna twinkle
gonna twinkle
gonna twinkle
and last time I knew
she worked in an Abbey in Iona
she said, "I killed a man T
I've gotta stay hidden in this Abbey"
but I can see that star
when she twinkles
and she twinkles
and I sure can
that means
I sure can
that means
I sure can
so hard
so hard,'
and he smiled.
this song can be found on TORI AMOS, BOYS FOR PELE
or the live version on tori amos, concertina
hey, my songs can be found on
ANTiUnorigINaL, Classification:Unknown
can't be found anywhere yet, still in mastering
(an: this song is not written by me, unfortunately,
but by the amazing tori amos. hey, I use her music
a lot, huh? I would have used one of my own songs,
but didn't have the time on my hands at that period. if
you or someone you know has encountered this
experience, there is help, and it isn't your fault.
dial 1 800 656 hope, RAINN, the Rape, Abuse, Incest
National Network, also founded by tori.
muchos gracias to my favorite bitch, kay, shannon -
for being such a bitch and getting me my very
first song-, ummm, lots of other people, and even more people!
to all y'all anti-"boy band"-ers -- -- I love you! email
me @
toriazzoli@tori.net or
slide@tori.net
3 *thanx Sky!*
twinkle
She ran through the overly crowded streets. There
were only a handful of people scurrying about, but they
were too many for the young, violated girl bustling
through hell.
Saying that she hated herself, everything, and everyone
around her, was truly an understatement. The girl
loathed and utterly detested everything; but life in
general, was her main problem.
Before exiting school, everything was fine, although
there was that nagging, dark feeling in the pit of her
stomach. She had passed a pop quiz in algebra with
flying colours, gotten good news on her dying friend's
health, and had a date planned with her boyfriend.
Everything was going great.
Until her beau revealed his "true" feelings: that he didn't
want her around anymore.
She had stared at him in shock. There was no way
any of the words coming out of his mouth were true.
They wouldn't be true; she refused to believe them. It
was crazy. And horribly true.
He shut the door in her face, and left the heartbroken
teenage girl sobbing at his steps.
Some time later she was found wandering the city's
dark alleys, by the worst kind of evil.
He drove himself into her innocent soul time after time,
until she was left on the cement, shattered; both
physically and mentally. After what seemed like forever,
the girl found the strength to move, and began to trek
towards some unknown destination, unsure, herself, to
where her memory was dragging her.
~~~~~~~~~~
A young man stared out onto the dark town. His
apartment was located on the top of the building, enabling
him to look upon the entire city of Azabu, Tokyo without
being seen.
He blinked for a moment, doing a double take on the girl
downstairs, darting through people, and - - heading towards
his home? When he reopened his eyes and looked around,
she was nowhere to be found. Glancing at his clock,
reading two am, he decided she was a figment of his tired
imagination; and that it was time for bed.
He slowly made his way to sleep, after lying in bed for several
minutes. Haunting visions of a special young woman, of
whom was a major part of his life, plagued his dreaming
state. He ignored the feeling and tried to get some rest,
knowing full well that his blonde angel would be better
off, and happier, without him.
~~~~~~~~~~
The girl almost collapsed from exhaustion as she
neared the familiar doorsteps she had seen not so long
ago. Blood was flowing freely down a good portion of
her body, and had started seeping into the carpet. She
looked down at her crawling position and finally realized
how badly her small form was tattered. Fresh tears
sprang to her eyes when pain from knocking at the door,
flooded every neuron in her body.
Even more blinded her vision when her eyes met those of
the apartment's occupant.
~~~~~~~~~~
He stared at the girl, just barely standing, in front of him.
It was a miracle she hadn't died of blood loss.
There was a cut over her left eye, three long slices
running down her left shoulder, four on her right;
scratches and bruises all over her face and neck, her
shirt was almost completely torn off of her heaving
chest, as well as her skirt: it was split right down the
middle, baring her torn innocence.
He brought his gaze back up to meet the girl's. She was
no longer the perky, giddy teenager he had known and
loved. There was no light in her usually bright eyes; only
darkness and terrible misery. She was now an abused
woman who had been through more pain in a few hours,
than most people endure in a lifetime.
The girl looked back at him, silently beseeching him to
help her get through the pain. He gave her a small smile
and held out his arms for comfort. A glimmer of hope
dawned on her face and she welcomed the embrace. the
young man lifted her further into his arms and carried her
inside to lie down. The door was shut and the girl sat up
on the couch, wanting someone to talk to her and hold her,
and tell her everything would be okay. Getting no response
from the man on the other side of the room, brought her
even deeper into her depression. All she had ever given him
was love, kindness, and, she had though, happiness. Hut he
had never returned the favour, always distancing himself from
everyone.
The man glanced over at the faded woman sitting on his
couch; so close, yet so far away. Tears were raining down
her cheeks, yet again, and little did he know, they were because
of HIS insecurities about life.
He walked over and sat down beside the crying girl, who
leaned onto his shoulder. Not caring about later washing the
blood-stained shirt, he wrapped his arms around her once again.
The man knew nothing about what it felt like to be the depressed
girl in his arms, at the moments that counted the most and worst
in her life; but could feel her tension.
He pressed butterfly-like kisses on the top of her head and all
over her face, chanting "I'm sorry," over and over, as if a
proclamation of love.
All the girl could do was cry into his shirt and hold onto
him for dear life. Knowing how horrible she must've looked,
she buried herself in his embrace.
After the cries subsided, the man lifted her up in his arms
again, heading for the bathroom. Sitting the girl on the
counter, he motioned for her to stay, and began running
the tub water. Promising that he wouldn't hurt her, he
asked the girl to take off her clothes and get into the water.
She obliged, and relaxed in the warmth that the liquid
brought her. Quickly, the water began turning pink, then
a bright scarlet from all the blood emitting from the girl
resting in it.
The man started light conversation, occasionally bringing
a giggle to spill forth from the girl. He filled a cup with fresh,
hot water and dipped a cloth in it. The girl stepped out of the
tub and wrapped a towel around herself, draining the water.
A smile crept onto the man's face as the girl pulled his towel
up close to the skin of her neck, a blush staining her cheeks.
She sat back onto the counter as the man proceeded to clean
her wounds. After properly disinfecting her arms, legs and face,
he started easing the towel off, when the girl locked his wrists in
a death grip. She shook her head violently, telling him 'no.' He
looked sternly at her and told her that there were likely to be
many more injuries that needed cleaning on the covered area of
her body. The girl continued shaking her head and wrapped her
arms around herself. the man stepped back and sighed. 'difficult,
as always,' his eyes seemed to say. Another blush made its
way to her face as she let him clean the majority of her remaining
wounds. He kept his hands from the one place that was sure to
cause some discomfort. She was hurt enough already.
After taking care of the girl's many scratches and bruises, the man
produced a shirt and pants for the girl to wear for sleep. She
dressed and he ushered her to bed.
Planting a light kiss on the woman's forehead, he left the room
with a slow record on. Before leaving, he heard the lyrics to one
of the songs,
"sure that star can twinkle
you're watching it do
boy so hard
boy so hard
but I know a girl
twice as hard
and I'm sure
said I'm sure
she's watching it too
no matter what tie she's got in her right dresser
tied
I know she's watching that star
gonna twinkle
gonna twinkle
gonna twinkle
and last time I knew
she worked in an Abbey in Iona
she said, "I killed a man T
I've gotta stay hidden in this Abbey"
but I can see that star
when she twinkles
and she twinkles
and I sure can
that means
I sure can
that means
I sure can
so hard
so hard,'
and he smiled.
this song can be found on TORI AMOS, BOYS FOR PELE
or the live version on tori amos, concertina
hey, my songs can be found on
ANTiUnorigINaL, Classification:Unknown
can't be found anywhere yet, still in mastering