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I talked to the Devil

I talked to the Devil

I talked to the Devil just the other day and
I asked him a question just to see what he
might have to say, I said "Hey Devil It has been
very long while since we spoke last but I can
see that the wound healed quite nicely where
I beat your ass" He stopped right there dead in
his tracks then he turned around ever so slowly
then looked me right square in the eyes with
that damn evil grin he always has then he
started rubbing his wound as he said with a snarl
and of course a few bad words out of his filthy
foul mouth "so what is the question that you want
to ask my old friend?" So I thought for just a
minute and I took a big breath and then I stepped
back away, ready for a fight, you see I have
fought many times with the Devil and all of the
demons that he sends and the one thing that
I do know for sure is that Devil will never quit,
never stop, or give up trying to beat you until the
very end so I said "Hey Devil why do you always
need to be so…

Live Poetry by Richard M Knittle Jr.

Meant to be

This was something that I was writing to a friend that somehow became this, I think I was born in the wrong century or even wrong planet. 
Meant to be
As I sit here in the quite ofa sleeping house my mindbegins to wander and I startthink about you as always docausing me to wonder whereyou are at this very momentand what you might be doingright now then I start to  realize how much that I trulydo miss you, not necessarilybeing together as a couplebut the texting all hours ofthe day and night or talkingabout this and that, listeningto what I need to say, or evenas I read you a poem, yousee I love you so very muchand I always will but more inaway you may never reallyunderstand. Throughout myentire life I have always feltthat I was just I guess a littlebit different then anyone else  what I mean by that is I thinkabout so many more thingsthen most people, deep andmeaningful, well at least tome anyways, for example Icannot understand why somany people care about thecolor of another's per…

The truth about addiction

My eyes open up to the view of a dirty street someone
stole the shoes that were on my feet shivering it is so
cold broke no more dope feeling sick hungry stomach
wondering where in the hell I am this time around close
my eyes hoping this is just another nightmare but it is not
so I punch the ground break my hand and the tears begin
to fall then splash on the  so I scream out to nothing
but the echoes of my own voice looking around seeing
the shadows of myself looking back at me shaking their head
as if to say what the hell did you do this time you lose you
will never amount to anything hearing the condescending voice
of my father while seeing the disappointed look on my mothers
face hearing the screaming and the fighting as they argue
it is not their fault well he is your son then I realize that I need
to get high but I am so God damn tired and have no more
fucking strength to continue on fighting all the demons that
we ourselves all make, all the battles raging on every single
day an…

You gave me

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Your love is now part of me

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Close my eyes

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A Little Southern Comfort

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Savior

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A bar named forever

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