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

Mental illness is a disease just the same as any other except you may not see blood or bruises and broken bones, in fact you may not see anything at but that does not mean that the wounds are not there because they do exist and sometimes they are wounds that will never heal. Until that day comes. I woke up one day not to long ago feeling as if maybe I was coming down with something just feeling different from the day before and all of those days before that, it was a feeling of being nauseated and I was a little bit colder and a lot more lonely than I had ever felt, I could feel my heart beating yet I could tell that it was off not the same rhythm that had always beat before and my soul was not as talkative mumbling quietly to itself unlike usual as it was not whispering secrets well at least not out loud anymore, I am not really sure what is going on with me but it was coming from somewhere deep down inside, I could not exactly pin it quite down but I knew that something has chan...

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Angels among us I believe that Angels do live among us and that they maybe anyone we might meet, from the man down at the grocery store helping you with your groceries, to the soldier fighting a war for our freedom who will never admit his defeat. to the little girl who was just diagnosed with cancer, and the type that does not even have a cure, to the little boy with autism, who shows his unconditional love for sure. to the lady next door with the bruises, who says she only tripped and fell down to the ground, to the little girl locked away in a bedroom, who was told never to a make sound. You see Angels do live among us and they just maybe anyone that we might meet, for God has his chosen those people, whose souls can never be beat. From the homeless woman who has mental health issues that nobody wants in the cities, to the police officer protecting children while walking his beat. to the mother of three little children, who is just trying to make it through, an...

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4.0 out of 5 stars: Heart rendering September 1, 2014 By Daleen Viljoen Format:Kindle Edition I was given a free copy of the book This is not a book for the fainthearted. It is a series of poems depicting the story of a father and his struggle against drug addiction and his relationship with a baby that is not his own and the mother of the child and her dark family. The book is heart rendering and a true emotional journey. It is a must read for poetry lovers and those that enjoy real true life stories. It gives a dark look into the soul of addiction as well as the hope that can come from these terrible situations. The special edition has some fascinating art work, though my favorite part was seeing the pictures of Ryder and family in the end . It creates a relationship between the reader and the characters in the book. https://www.amazon.com/Battle-Lost-Ryders-Birth-ebook/dp/B00MSVVM0Q

It fills our hearts There has never been a wish ever come  true for me, from my fifty two years I have been living on this planet so blue and green, wishing on stars falling from the skies, or wishing down wells with my  last dime, but that does not mean that I will give up on hope, and will continue trying to find real love before I die and  that's the truth, I have lived this life the best that I could yet it never went as smooth as I wished it would, filled with heartache, guilt sorrow, and pain, crying  so much it looked like rain, there were  lonely days, and lonely nights sleeping  on a bed all by myself while listening to  all the sad songs ever sung, singing  about a love, that died away, or missing  someone who had walked away, even  those about missing you wishing you  were here and even one about a  cowboy crying alone in the rain, I have  loved many woman that is true, I have  loved my pets, and my childre...

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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, ...

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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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 ...

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...

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