index

Welcome to my little corner of the net. This page is growing and changing quickly, as am I. The goal of this page is to get my thoughts and ideas out of my head and into a form of media. Lots of it may seem like ramblings, and quite possibly are. This page is to be a learning tool for me. If it happens to entertain you in the process, then that's fine. If not, that's ok too.

Midi playing... So Cruel by U2

Some of my favorite poems...

Some of my favorite songs...



Had I known… Had I known the last time I saw you, Would be the last… I would have gazed at you longer. Had I known the last time I hugged you, Would be the last… I would have hugged you tighter. Had I known the last time I kissed you, Would be the last… I would have kissed you sweeter. Had I known the last time you said “I love you,” Would be the last… I would have burnt it in my mind. Had I known the last time we made love, Would be the last… I would have held you all night long. Charlene Metzger November 05, 2004

	If Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream--and not make dreams your master; If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

		She dances around In your dreams. One day she’s your hell, The next she’s your Queen She can love you or hate you, With the blink of an eye. Make you beg for mercy, Make you whole inside. She’ll tell you that she loves you. Then tell you that she lied. Tell you that she needs you, It’s her pain she tries to hide. She looks so pale and fragile, Like a kitten all alone. But she is really a tiger. She has a heart of stone. So take your heart and leave, She may cry in the night. But don’t feel sorry for her, Her tears just fuel her might. Charlene Metzger 2003

			In my own little world, I’ve lived here for so long. No one else allowed, No one else belongs. I sneak out sometimes, Just to see how others live, But everything I touch, Seems to break and give. I screw it up somehow. Let my beast take control. Then I sink back into, My dirty little hole. If you only knew, The terror inside me. If you could imagine, The way it has to be. So I’ll go into my hole, And let you live your life. Back into the darkness, Back into my strife. Charlene Metzger 2003

				Like a ghost in the shadows, You haunt me. Like a thief in the night, You stole my heart. Like a whisper in the wind, You call me. Like a demon in hell, You beckon me. You devour me, Mind, body, and soul… Charlene Metzger 2003