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

To a very good friend who will always and forever have a special place in my heart for she once danced with my soul. Blue She is lost in the city built of sorrow and pain, and walks among the many who are searching for blame. Her heart filled with nothing but love has been broken, beaten, and bruised, so with a syringe filled with evil she feels like she has nothing to lose. as she carefully draws it back then slowly pushes it in, for just a few moments she feels no more pain, but more like a young child who is playing in a warm summer rain. She now looks to escape from a life of sorrow and many regrets, so it is with her own demons that she gambles and her life is the bet. Like so many before her, and yet many more to come, her addiction has caught her with nowhere to run. She is a beautiful woman, yet is still in her teens, this life on the streets was not in her dreams. With no money for shelter or even warm clothes, she is exhausted and hungry it is winter and cold. Her gorgeous ...

A Poet looks at things differently A Poet like myself looks at things just a little bit differently from anyone else, for instance, when you see a flower in a field of weeds, like most "Oh, it is a pretty red rose or even yellow daisy, but I look past the obvious usually because I am always oblivious, so when I look at the flower in my head and I see a beautiful chance to preserve its absolute beauty in that through the use of my photography that I could also use to hold onto the ink of my poetry. Next, when you look into eyes of another you see nothing but the different shades of color, whereas I can see all of their hopes and dreams and the flames from a fire born of passion that is burning deep down inside raging out of control yet hidden by many years of lies and unfaithfulness while being ferociously guarded by the unhealed scars left from a broken heart. The next example is where most people ...

Carried away in the winds of change I used to know who I was and what I wanted where to go and how to get it, back when I was living in a younger man's body having fun, taking chances, while I partied. I thought I knew what would make me happy a beautiful wife and the sound of my children's laughter great paying job, with a great big house, brand new cars while living happily ever after, but I was wrong, I never would have believed that I would be where I am right now today, divorced, a four-time loser, three kids who have my two grandchildren who I never get to see who now also believe that I am crazy, and I was a horrible father, so now they will not talk to me in fact they all ignore me to act like I was never there, flat ass broke busted, alone and I have no more family that cares a damn thing about me, sick, tired, and now I am dying and who is to blame? Nobody but me, myself, and I. In fact if I think about it, I have nothing at all to show for it...

This was something that I was writing to a friend that transformed somehow and became this, I am really starting to think I was born in the wrong century or even the wrong planet. Meant to be As I sit here in the quiet of a sleeping house my mind begins to wander and I start think about you as I always do causing me to wonder where you are at this very moment and what you might be doing right now then I start to realize how much I truly do miss you, not necessarily being together as a couple but the texting all hours of the day and night or talking about this and that, listening to what I need to say, or even as I read you a piece of poetry, you see I love you so very much and I always will but more in a way, you may never really understand. Throughout my entire life I have always felt that I was just I guess a little bit different than anyone else what I mean by that is I think about so ...