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

  "A story of one man's epic love for his son who is not of his blood." One day I was woken up by a dream I think it was really a nightmare I was alone or so I thought, I was seeing shadows and I kept hearing voices whispering in my ear so I started listening and writing it down, I still do that today. That was ten years ago and with those words, I wrote my first book., The Battle Lost: Ryder's Birth, It was a whopping fifty-two pages each a separate piece of poetry with extremely bad grammar, misspelled words, and no punctuation I had a good friend go through it when I got it back there were so many red marks I flashed back to high school. It has been on Amazon's top ten Epic Poetry (Free) in the Kindle Store for ten years. Ryder is now eleven years old and doing awesome it really was an epic battle physically, mentally, and emotionally fought in Parker County, Texas. DNA does not matter if you love that child enough and I Proved that. Actually, Attorney Bethel T...

  footprints in the sand Somebody once told me that that people will come and go into our lives each one for a different reasons some we meet In passing, never to be seen again some are a little long either for work, like the postman or as short-term friends others are meant to stay a little longer like girlfriends, husbands, best friends and those whom we know our whole lives who come and go like the sun and the moon every morning and the nighttime then we have those that we try to hold on to for a little longer because they danced with our souls at one time or another either way, what I am trying to say is each one of those people we're in our lives for us to learn something, no matter how big or small and to help us grow as human beings and, in return, they learned the same. Then there are the ones we never forget that somehow have found a way to stay in our hearts and souls. They have held our hands as we walked the path together leaving a lasting impression like finding footpr...

Even Still Good morning sweetheart, I hope and pray that your day is just as beautiful as you are, well, at least you are in my mind along with your pounding heart and bounding soul my wish is you will think about me as long as you, possibly can or at the very least a little while, for every time a memory of you, which by the way is always the vision of absolute beauty crosses my mind I just want to reach out to hold you and tell you that I love you more than there are shining stars up above in the darkness of the midnight skies or how the Aurora dances across the northern sky while your beauty is so much brighter than a hundred thousand suns raging with the heat of over a thousand out of control fires burning a deep-down desire is what I feel on the inside of me whenever I think about you, for all the love I feel for you is one that shall never fade away or even die lasting longer than forever ever will and yes longer than an eternity, which is really not all that ...

Sometimes   Sometimes when it is late at night and everyone else is  asleep and the only things that are moving is in my head and the pounding of my heart as my mind is going about  a hundred miles an hour trying everything I can to slow it down so I can fall asleep close my eyes and begin to dream all about you and I getting together alone finally with no  one else around our clothes are thrown all over the ground as we smile and laugh and giggle while we whisper about  the things that turn us on as I get a little bit closer telling you how I love you more than anybody else who came before,  which I say from the bottom of my heart as I reach over and pull you in a little bit closer and I kiss you on your lips as I start to write a brand-new poem across your sexy body  that really turns you on. So I tell myself to slow down and  breathe as I watch your chest begin to heave up and down  as I start to spill my ink starting right in the center o...

  Love takes a lot of time along with patience hard work and understanding to cultivate nourish and grow just like a garden, that is the reason it is so hard to find today because people do not want to work that hard or take the time to stop and smell the flowers. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A Poet's Journey

My heart is pounding hard against my chest as I can feel the blood flowing through my body and I can not believe I am breathing this fast just trying to catch my breath then I look up here you come dressed or I should say lack of I see the piercings poking through that leaves nothing to the imagination but the sight of you causes me to lose control I mean mind goes to every hole you have I want to grab you by the hair and stick my tongue in your mouth as I rip your shirt hearing the buttons flying across the room, like casing hitting the floor as I reach down and around like a ninja with the lick of my wrist I undo your bra as it falls to the floor releasing your beautiful breasts as they bounce up and down then I give you another kiss at the same I grab on to one of your nipples that get so hard, it was as if they were standing at attention, applauding my intentions causing you to moan, which makes me let out my breath as my mouth sucks your tits, pinching your nipples causing a rip...