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

I USED TO BELIEVE I used to believe for a while that all there was to life was bills I could not pay and broken hearts rolling a bowl to stay up for days and popping pills to go to sleep at night, pulling licks and turning tricks while stealing food sleeping on the cold hard streets as I wake up living in all of my nightmares and broken dreams telling lies never knowing the truth hating God for my mistakes I mean why not get high to forget today, blaming everyone else for my past hoping tomorrow would never last never mattered where I was going, always forgetting where I have been shaking my head with every chance I get as I hide from the bad guys while running away from police closing my eyes whenever I could and hoping they would never open again, but it did not start that way you know it never does and today I hope it is not the way it ends. You wonder when it all started well so do I for I cannot tell as I am not really sure my memories are real that was long ago in a different wor...

  Maybe Someday Maybe someday on a hot and steamy midsummer night on a blanket under the full moon's glow, along with about a billion stars lighting our way around while casting it down upon our two very naked bodies amongst all the Poetry in God's creations, I will create a new type of classic poem that shall one day become a treasured piece of art, yet it will not be on any type of blank canvas with paint like Michael Angelo in the Sistine Chapel, no, I will write it all over you, it shall start with a "Once upon a time but we all know this is not to be any child's nursery rhyme, for when we kiss it caused a chain reaction deep down inside of me, starting my heart to pound and my blood to flow freely making me have a premature ink ejaculation to occur, spilling my ink everywhere splashing across your beautiful, perfect breast writing words I will never forget, so I looked down at you and softly whispered in your ear what I had just read "flowers are pretty and s...

I wrote this to my wife Brittany 7 years ago when we first met.. Age and Beauty Her beauty was that of a princess in a fairy tale with a body that was as perfect as a bottle of hundred-year-old red wine. He was a poet that wrote of beautiful women just like her in all his epic love poems all the time. She was the timeless beauty who had the essence of Marilyn Monroe he wanted to create a new poem written all over her body on a blanket under the light of a full moon and all the stars up in the skies on some hot midsummer night, two hearts who were lost that want to beat as one just trying to find their way in this lonely life, but alas time was not on his side. She had all the time in the world as she was just starting her life, and he was halfway through his they were friends though he secretly he wanted much more, for he was the age when he wrote of love from the beginning of time. She was all the beauty of this world that he dreamed of and all the masterpieces he would write whenever...

  The Gift I am going to create a beautiful masterpiece just like those of Da Vinci, it will be a classic write just like Edgar Allan Poe for it will come straight from the very depths of my heart just for you, it is to be a special poem for the beautiful woman who is you. I love you so very much as you are just a lost soul trying to find your way, your heart is as warm as the brightest of sunshine on a warm, cloudless summer day, you are as beautiful as an Island beach at sunset and just as wild as a West Texas tornado in the spring. my heart you have stolen forever, for you have inspired my soul now to again dream. You are a breath of fresh air In my lonely life, that has been gasping to be free and alive freeing my mind to believe again, a gift for my heart you found, for you have shown me that our young people are yearning to live a life of they're very own a wild and beautiful woman you are in a class of your very own, all the times we have spent together talking about life an...