Spilled Ink from the heart and soul of Poet and Author Richard M Knittle Jr.

Warning adult content here... R rated It's okay if Peter Pan is gay Where oh where could Peter pan be, I wanna be a lost boy from neverland so I can finally escape from this reality, my life down here has turned out like shit I am a loser in love more times then I can count hell my hands even hate me because ii masturbate too much So I really hope that he brings Tinker bell with him I think she is kinda hot at least as far as I can tell, maybe if I am lucky she will share her pixie dust and let us snort a big fat line, and get us high as fuck, They fly around the room while she spanks my butt, then we can do some more we can get our freak on and play the show and tell then we can take our clothes off and see what Peter's got, he might be huge you never know or maybe he is small after all he and Tinkerbell, they are pretty close I kinda think and it's okay with me then again maybe he is gay after all he makes boys lost, taking them aw...

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On some cold Winters Night Maybe one day on some cold winters  night in a cabin laying on blanket by the fireplace I will create a new piece of poetry and I will again write it all over you. First I will start to write just how much that I truly do love you and what your love has done to me on the back of your beautiful soft neck as I whisper those same words softly into your ear so you will never forget. Then as my pen starts to find its own way slowly down the middle your back those words that have I written unto you will start to wrap firmly around your body and end up on the top of your beautiful naked breast as I whisper to you and ask should I go on? Just as you start to softly moan yes. I will then began etching into your skin how our love had first begun on that hot midsummer's night on a blanket under  the stars and full moons glow, just as I become an artist who is starting a new painting on an empty canvas or even a musician st...

A Place called forever I can still remember all those memories of you and i back in school going out to the place down by the lake where we both lost our innocence and minds drinking homemade wine, you said yes and i did my best out on the shore of lovers lake. Chorus oh there ain't nothing like listenin to a country love song when your trying your best to get your thang on laying in the back seat of a sixty-six 286 ford mustang after highscool prom at least that is what we told your mom up on a place called forever where you go with your lover june nineteen eighty nine. we were only fifteen but that didn't mean a thing cus you wore my jacket and class ring, i wanted to marry you and oh how i looked the fool down on one knee where the whole town could see laughing and crying all summer long oh there ain't nothing like listenin to a country love song when your trying your best to get your thang on laying in the back seat of a sixty-six 286 ford mustang after...

I am sorry Hey, do you have a few minutes I really need to talk to you I promise it will not take very long, you see I am sorry but after all these years of me and you, I finally need to say goodbye, there really is not much to say right now because I think we both know why sometimes two people just cannot ever get along arguing and fighting all of the time saying things to one another we both know is very wrong, there is no need to stay together if love has lost its hold, coming home to an angry house that feels so damn cold, the old and dusty photographs that fill the walls full are only painful memories of a time and place that seems so long ago, I can still remember when laughter  filled up these rooms not too long ago, but now I can only hear the sound of teardrops fall and splash upon the ground, when they tell our story tears will start to flow from who and what we used to be to what we have become, chapter after chapter of heartbreak lies, ...

Little kisses I just wanted to tell you how much those little kisses that you left on my lips the last few days had really meant to me, you see the taste you left of your lips on mine, started finding past memories of you and I back when we only knew the true beauty of great happiness and joy, before all of   this anger and sadness and even back when we could get close enough to see the reflections of our undying love for one another deep down to  our souls in each other's eyes. All of the beautiful loving times that we once had both forgotten washed away every morning by the waves of sorrow fed by distrust by lies of indiscretions ripped away from us, stolen by that evil we now call addiction taken from us with no regard to our emotions all the happiness that I used to always feel that I believed would live in my heart with every single beat and up in my mind playing over and over like a movie that started with once upon ...

But after all what is time? But after all what is time? As it is always moving forward never looking back and seems we never have enough of it unless it is in our hands or is It but just a single grain of sand in a dry and desert land or a very brief blink of an eye or lightning struck even one drop of water falling from the sky like rain? Maybe the single beat of a broken heart or just a single frame of an old fractured memory that was leftover and forgotten in the grey matters of our minds as we live our lives confined to the one thing that we cannot ever get back, Time, how do we come to computation to get a reasonable equation in the amount of love that we will have in the moments that we are given by our creator to his creations then confined by the reality In which we are driven into the dreams of our visions in which we will remain, as we all here are on this one single planet only just humans with  unreasonable expectations through our ...

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It's no secret that I am sick, my body is repaying back for the way I have treated it, I will be 53 this October and I see more and more people dying all around me that are my age and younger, to tell the truth, I have never been afraid of death, to life has got to better then this one, I have seen so much, I have done even more, my bucket list has been overflowing for a long while, I have no regrets except for those decisions I never made, I can only pray I make it to Ryder's Highschool Graduation but it is a very slim chance I will, I miss my boys Michael, Bryan, and Dakotah so much it hurts as they have left an empty hole in my heart, but who I miss more than anything is my sister Michelle, we have been through so much together, I know where she is at but respect her wishes, I have not seen her in 8 years and I miss her more than anything. I am trying hard to take care of myself but it is so hard, as my diabetes is getting worse, my congestive Heart Failure is getting wors...

Here is to all the lonely people Here is to all those lost and lonely people who have lived trapped in a world of very deep sadness while always feeling as if they were all alone, no matter what they were doing, where they are, or who may be around, whose cries for help every day go unanswered, from their screams that make no sounds, living somewhere in their nightmares where hopes and dreams will not be found, here is to all the lonely people who have lived locked away within their own minds caused by mental illnesses where diagnosing is sometimes hard to find. Here is to all the people who live in agonizing pain, coming from the scars of a broken heart that will never be the same, who have lost a war of finding love in the battles that rage on. Searching their whole lifetime just to find that love is just a lie causing tears to fall to the ground like raindrops from the skies. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey

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Destined in fate As I lay right here in my bed terrorized while I am paralyzed so afraid to move just staring up at the tiny cracks on the ceiling in the middle of the day with the sunlight trying hard to filter through the old dirty torn curtains in this old rundown one-room motel that I have found myself in and call home, wondering to myself how in the hell did I end up here, as all my fears of dying all alone all these many years now seem as if they indeed will come true, as tears have now started falling, streaming down my check for a deep sadness that I now feel but yet not for all the battles that I have lost in my wasted life but more for the very few wars that I have won, not for the darkness of a depression that I have fallen so deep into that, I now fear this time will never end or for a war that has already ended it seems like a lifetime ago that I still and always will battle within the confines of my own mind striking out into the empty air at enemy no longer there yet...

Poison is what you are Poison is what you are to me yet whenever I close my tired eyes you are all that I see your in my dreams and all of my nightmares too you are everywhere in everything that I do it is like I am addict and you are a drug and you keep calling out my name causing me confusion making me go completely wild and driving me insane an addiction and one so strong just like all of the demons that I have fought for so damn long, like I am abused by you I always forgive and forget going back to you only to get hit again and again If there is cure please show me how before it is to late and I die in your or my own hands Who knows how all this darkness started because of you I now feel so helpless like a fool in a puppet show with the strings pulled by you so please let me go You are my addiction that I must cure I beat all of the alcohol and drugs yes despite of you so now I am fighting my biggest fear so that I will stop all of these falling ...

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I will never forget you, and I can never forgive you, you were my sunshine in the light of my day and moonlight in the dark of the night, you were my shelter in all the storms that we faced, you were the beacon in my life, and the end of my life you have been tears falling, face smiling, laughter and the anger, the sadness, happiness, the good times the bad times we have the poorest of the poor and richest of the rich you are the Ying to my yang the black to my white night to my day and sun to the moon, and this is the hardest thing that I will ever do:   Saying Goodbye In my life that has been filled with so much sorrow and many regrets there are so many moments that are embedded in my memories that I cannot and will never forget you see while we have been together  I have finally faced all of the skeletons  that I have hid away in the dark and hidden closets that fill my mixed up mind and I have beaten all of my demons that have been haunting me...

How do I get free? For as far back in my mind that I can remember I have been running away from all of my demons while chasing the fire of a dragon, so much so that I have even forgotten what is was like to just stop everything I am doing and just look up at the sun close my eyes feel the warmth and smile, always to afraid that one day they would finally find me, then what was I supposed to do anyway? I am aways fighting a war that was over against an enemy who was never really there all the while I was falling down deeper in a hole that was filled of sorrow and despair, where it felt as if I was being dragged under by the weight of my past mistakes always fighting to climb out inch by inch gasping for air, drowning in a frozen sea of shear loneliness and my own tears while surrounded by the darkness so how do I get free? I have been looking so long for a real love to hold on to for as far back as I can remember, alway coming close or so I thought I was only to gr...

We as a people the citizens of this our planet Earth must look inside ourselves and answer these questions to stand up and fight for freedom and let peace win. Hate has been in place way to long let's all overthrow it so love can rule us all. When will it be? How much longer will It be that I no longer feel that I am all alone? How much love will it be that I need to feel love at all? How long will it be that I live in the deepest depths of darkness with no light to see? How long will it  be until my eyes are open to the broken world that is around me and I can see all the truths that I now seek? When will it be that my poor broken heart will finally be healed so I can feel it beat once more, never to be broken again? When will it be that I finally live a life of the righteous and not for all this sin? When will it be before my mind is opened to all the world around? When will it be my ears learn to listen to thebsounds of the silent that now and forever do abo...

Here is a new one, it actually started off as a text to someone but my pen just kept it going..lol Where you still reside I am sorry to bother you I know that it is kind of late but I just needed to say that I still think about you every single day, especially on those long cold lonely nights kind of like it is tonight trying hard but I cannot sleep no matter what I try and do, so I am sitting outside on my front porch just staring up at all the stars in the midnight skies through the the glow of beautiful full moon wishing hard on those falling stars wondering how you are doing and where you are right now, then spilling all of my ink when my words start drifting off to sleep so they can begin to dream bringing back old memories of me and you acting like we were fools talking all night long singing along to our favorite songs only laughing and having fun looking crazy to everyone, yes those were the days, then it occurred to me I wonder do I ever cross your...

Poetry 101 Your body is a law that I will break over and over again and while I stand right here and stare I am committing to every sin in His book then you had to go and look straight at me I feel like I should be arrested, handcuffed, found guilty buy a jury, of my own peers, sentenced to a life without the possibility of parole, like I want to be with you, as your beautifully crafted yet illegal package puts me in unrequited chains your curves scream danger go back as your lips draw me closer in the pounding of my chest like a hammer to rock is a near miss while your breast are nothing sort of a felony arrest in front of the hanging judge commuting my sentence of one I can barely speak, I must end this madness and walk away, no run while saying goodbye to you in my mind forever until next time tomorrow after math period three gotta just love English literature, Mrs. luscious lips ooops I mean Mrs. Tipps in Poetry one zero one. Poet Richard M Knittle...