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

NO, I AM NOT SURE HOW I WILL DO IT OR EVEN HOW I AM GOING TO SAY IT I AM NOT SURE IF WE CAN EVER SAVE THIS I AM SORRY YOU NO LONGER WANT TO BE US  I KNOW IT'S NOT GOING TO BE VERY EASY FOR ME TO SIT BACK AND WATCH YOU SLIP AWAY YOU SHOULD KNOW AT THE END OF THE DAY THAT YOU WERE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME BUT I AM THE LIT MATCH TO YOUR GASOLINE YOU KNOW THAT SOMETHINGS JUST ARE NOT MEANT TO BE SO, I GOT TO  LIGHT IT LET IT BURN I HAVE TO LET IT STING I GOT TO LET YOU GO I NEED TO LET YOU BE LET IT BRING ME DOWN TO MY KNEES I NEED TO LET YOU FLY SET YOU FREE LET IT ALL GO UP IN FLAMES ALONG WITH MY WHOLE LIFE AND ALL MY DREAMS LET YOU FIND SOMEONE YOU DESERVE I HAVE TO LET IT STING I GOT TO LET IT HURT I AM GOING TO WATCH THE FIRE GROW LET IT BURN THE ONE THING THAT HURTS THE MOST IS OUR FRIENDSHIP THAT’S GOT TO GO I CAN FEEL IT DEEP DOWN IN MY SOUL YOU WERE THE DREAMS I DREAMED AT NIGHT A ONCE UPON A TIME THAT ENDED RIGHT THE LAST FALLING STAR THAT CAME TO SIG...

We must find peace Finding peace in this world or even  within ourselves is not just words  to be said out loud just for the sake  of it to be heard coming from out of our lips and mouth, No, for it is something  that we, meaning you and me together must make come true, so I truly do believe whether you are writing for  peace maybe even sing a song about  it or even sit at home and pray for  peace, we must all come together to do whatever It is you can do.  We must stop all of the murder,  We must stop all the rape,  We must stop all the wars,  We must stop all the hate,  We must stop all of the, violence  We must stop all the ignorance We must stop all the greed let's stop what we are doing step back give this earth time to breathe. it is  time to believe give peace a chance to begin for if we do not stop killing each other this world will more than  likely come to an end sooner then later. Peace is a  proc...

The silence of our love Even though I have not seen nor heard  from you in many a moment of time the leftover shadows of your forgotten  memories still remain behind, roaming  up and down the empty rooms and  hallways late at night looking for little  pieces of tiny fragments of a love that  used to be, now long gone as it has faded  all away, haunting me in a way that now I  cannot move on, so why is it that when I  close my eyes at night to sleep I can still  see you all around me and I feel your touch  on my naked skin for the warmth does  excite me, just to wake up all alone in this  empty home wanting you back even more  as I can feel your heart beating like the  seconds on a clock going tick tock tick  tock tick and it will never stop and I can  hear your soul breathing with it's every  single breath calling out my name causing  my heart to start to pound so hard it feels  as if it ...

Why do I always feel Why do I always feel like such a big failure in life or is it maybe that  life has actually failed me? I mean,  every single relationship I have ever had always ended badly  in a world war me, happiness?  huh, well that seems to be always  just right out of my reach as  loneliness and sorrow are now my best friends, after all, is all that  I ever see, laughter? Now that is  a joke right? Well it is not very  funny besides it took me quite a  long while to remember what that  even was, it has been so long since  I found anything to even laugh  about, I wake up every single  morning in an empty bed to the  echoing sounds of noisy silence  from an empty home, one where  children used to play, but  they are now all grown up  and  living a life of their own as I was  only getting in their way, the phone  hanging on the wall never rings  and the knocker on th...

Better than it has before Have you ever known something that was wrong in your head, yet  instead ignored it, repeatedly all  because you thought that you were  always meant to be? Giving so  much of yourself to that that one  person who never appreciated it anyways until there was absolutely  nothing else left of yourself to give? Then one day waking up almost like you were in a coma for the entire time, pissed the fuck off all the  while looking around at what you no  longer have anymore, far away from  where you call home and any family  that will not talk to you anyway? All  your friends are gone either dead, in  jail, or just plain tired of listening about  a bad relationship that everyone  already but you knew was wrong and  tired of listening to the same old worn out sad country song, one hell  of a lot of fans reading your stories,  while wondering whether or not they like your soul wrenching Po...

I know that he is listening I know that He is listening to me when and wherever it is that I may  speak and that He will test me on my faith every single day and  I shall never waver in my true and honest belief, that God and all of  his angels are real for I myself have seen, with the glory of my own eyes his light and have heard with my ears his voice for I have felt his  love in my heart and even though  my visit to heaven was way to brief,  I know that God's blessings will  always shine down upon me. Over  the last few years that he showed pity  and sent me back home with a gift  I have been walking down a very dark  path trying to lead others back into  the light but sometimes helping others  we ourselves will get lost in the fight  and as we try to fix other lost and  broken souls, if that broken soul does  not want to be fixed you will find that  sometimes we will lose our very own  souls in...

THE STORY OF YOURS AND MINE.THIS IS ABSOLUTELY A GREAT POEM.IT REMINDS ME OF HOW TRUE LOVE SHOULD BE.I WILL BE WAITING FOR MORE.THANKS FOR SHARING THIS AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. +Doug Barton, its a beautiful poem written from the heart of +Richard M Knittle Jr.. I am grateful to re-share. Wishing you a fantastic Sunday 😃😃😃 "The Story of yours and mine" One day on some cold winters night on a blanket laying with you in front of a fireplace and drinking a bottle of white wine, I am going to create a brand new masterpiece for I will write a new Poem about you and I and it will be called the story of yours and mine. It will start out with how I gave you a first kiss just on the back of your neck that I must say caused a chain reaction that you and I will not soon ever forget and until all of the sands run dry in the   hourglass at the ends of time, I will never in my life regret for the heat that came from our passion   that came next could...