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

Why does love hurt Is there anybody out there who can tell me the reason that we can fall in love so damn easily with a stranger and then inevitably fall back out of love with each other becoming enemies in a war of words and emotions causing major conflicts for no apparent reason while bringing more hate and anger to a world that does not need it anymore, so why is it that love needs to hurt so damn bad when you break up with another then all of the pain that you feel from a broken heart hurts more than just about anything that you will ever know and even though no bones are broken that pain is just as real, I mean why do people even fall in love with these days since it always seems like it ends up causing us so much more pain anyway as all the ugly dark clouds start to move in covering all of the sunlight coming from the sadness of depression which causes so many teardrops start falling on your face so fast you think that you just might drown out in the pouring rain. I guess the ha...

  Here is to all the lonely people: Here is to all those lost and lonely people who have lived their lives trapped in a world of deep sadness while always feeling as if they were all alone, no matter what they were doing, where they were, or who might be around, whose cries for help every day go unanswered, from their screams that make no sounds, living somewhere in their nightmares where all their hopes and dreams will not be found. Here is to all the lonely people who have lived locked away somewhere within their own minds caused by mental illnesses where diagnosing is sometimes hard to find. Here is to all the lonely 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 entire lifetime just to find that love is just a lie causing tears to fall to the ground Here's to all the lonely people left behind by love hurt broken afraid to reach out for fear...

  One day soon one day soon I will be okay, for there will be no more sadness filling my lonely soul that now surrounds me, like the bars in a prison cell that hold me confined by shackles, keeping me from living a life that I used to know, one that was filled with so much joy and happiness like a school-aged little boy waking up to all the presents on a cool clear Christmas morning, smiling and laughing like there was nothing else that really mattered in the world, but now here I lay with the fear of waking up each day as the tears start to fall for no good reason at all, while nobody can understand these emotions I feel for they are all way beyond even my complete control. No, I cannot just take another pill, then force a fake smile at will, then act as if everything will just go away, so please do not tell me just to chill, or that it is only in my head because it is very real, and I live with it every night and day, now all I can say is nothing matters with the sound of death ...

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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...

Seven years You and I have been through a lot since we first met out on the streets when I was searching for my lost son, and I wrote you that first poem. I called it Blue, like the color of your hair than from there, the words kept coming as I started writing all about you as you became my muse and inspired me the most, causing me to write the most beautiful romantic poetry that I have written so, of course, we got closer whenever we were together and when we we're apart I thought about you all the time knowing you were always just out of reach. After that, I always felt that falling in love with someone you can never have, is like falling in love with the moon and the stars, as you can see their beauty, everywhere in the midnight skies but can never fully grasp them or hold them in your arms. it has been seven years since I first saw you, and yet I still love you today the same way I used to love you back then, just as I will tomorrow and all the days after that...

  Wanted I know I am not really much to look at nowadays I wish you could have seen me years ago before I Knew about sorrow and regret. I was really something else, but today I am a little worn out, as I have been used up so much so there is not much left and lied to so many times that it is hard for me to even trust anyone at all. I am bald, lost my hair a long time ago, and well, to tell the truth, I am kind of getting old. My heart might miss a beat and it is missing a few dozen pieces, but that is only because it has been broken so many times before, but it still pumps I know because I am still standing here and it will even pound now and then, I still believe with a bit of love, patience, and understanding I know it will beat out a melody of love with a rhyme and a reason once again. I am not looking for marriage. No, I have walked that road a few too many times before just a walk on a white sanded beach holding hands with a friend, not really looking for a mom to take care of...

That is the question At that very moment, we are conceived a timer will begin, counting down year-by-year month after month, week by week, day by day hour after hour minutes and seconds until the very end when time stops at least our time, how much time do we have? No one really knows, so use the time that you are given and help your fellow man why? because life is hard down here on earth as we struggle every day to find food and water and a shelter just to lay your head, with hate and violence taking place in every shape and form, from the purple mountain majesty and in every foreign land from the bottom of the Grand Canyon to the highest mountains we can stand to the desert and sea to shining sea, coming from ignorance which is caused by nothing more than fear that is fed from our own human stupidity,. To be or not to be is the question that I struggle with every single day as I watch in terror all of human kind trying so hard to kill itself while destroying what is left of humanit...