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

The story of her and I My whole life has been filled with hopes and dreams that have risen up higher than I could ever imagine yet never have quite come true, for every time I thought that I had found true love it always left me looking like a fool, leaving me with a heart that was broken, beat up, and bruised one after one three times in all left me blue, I gave up I did my best putting out the effort for second best, then I saw her one day a work I thought to myself, "she is a beautiful girl so I would stare at her for hours without her even knowing kinda creepy I know, studying her every curve watching wear a sweater which held some secrets one's that I had to know, then going home and falling asleep just so I could dream all about her, for the minute that I closed my eyes I was in a strange place with just me and a giant book that would open up right before my eyes, so I started reading, it was the story of our life it read "Once upon a time, is the way it s...

I have a lot of requests to read this piece of trash I mean poetry, This year has been hell for a lot of people including myself, Christmas means family and without any family to be with Christmas means nothing to me, and even though I have Ryder all the crap that he and I endure due to his mother it makes it just another pain in the ass with no joy or happiness at all. so I hope y'all have a wonderfully beautiful Christmas and a much better New Year. Poet Richard M knittle Jr.

  A Christmas tale of one idiot.   Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house  screaming was heard as he was killing his spouse with blood  splatter on everything including the mouse the children up stairs are laid up in their beds coughing and sneezing with  Covid 19 temperatures soaring with breathing becoming  harder I am sure Santa Klause will likely find them long dead. Do I have your attention just a reminder that we now have two  more days until Christmas where more suicides are recorded then any other day of the year so when someone says to me "Have a happy holiday"  I want to throw up making me want  to pick up a big rock wrap it in the prettiest Christmas paper place a pretty bow on it then smile as I throw it through their  God damn window while I am screaming "here bitch is your  fucking HoHoHo,"  Then all of the Christmas lights hanging  everywhere I can see on everything they can find looking m...

"The Best Of Times" "Tonight's the night we'll make history, honey, you and I And I'll take any risk to tie back the hands of time and stay with you here tonight I know you feel these are the worst of times baby I know, you wouldn't have to cry I do believe it's true When people lock their doors and hide inside Rumor has it it's the end of Paradise But I know, if the world just passed us by The best of times are when I'm alone with you some rain some shine, we'll make this a world for two our memories of yesterday will last a lifetime We'll take the best, forget the rest And someday we'll find these are the best of times These are the best of times I do believe it's true" Styx          Charles Dickens wrote "It was the best of times,  it was the worst of times" but to tell the truth of the matter for me, it seemed anyways that it was nothing  more than time, a time that was filled with chaos and so much  confusio...

 How the ink begin to flow. (Part Two) I am in love with a fallen angel  One of the saddest days that I have ever had in  my whole life thus far was the day that I  held the most beautiful woman I have ever known  tightly in my arms, as she trembled against my  clothed body with my heart pounding so hard that I thought it would burst out and one that was filled  with more love for her then she could ever even Imagine and it was raging inside of me with flames  smoldering like a fire burning out of control with  so much passion that she herself or even anyone  else for that matter would ever know, meanwhile a flood of tears was falling like a bad winters storm or a category five hurricane somewhere out in the middle of the ocean from the deep dark sadness of her big brown sexy eyes that were reflecting all the signs of a hidden sorrow and the shadows that were leftover of her long much regretful past that seems to follow her everywhere sh...

How the ink begin to flow (Part One)  I guess the number one question that I get asked is who am I? Well I guess that depends on who you ask, what I mean by that is I have been called just about everything under sun some say I am a friend, others say I am only a stranger while a few call me an  enemy that they wish they never met,  all because I fell in love once upon a time ago with the most beautiful of fallen angels I ever met at least that was the lie that I had told myself  which was that she had saved me  from a life of loneliness and misery  by just being there and holding me  when my life was filled with nothing more than deep despair but before  I can really begin the story which  is one of love and betrayal that had started with the truth of how I felt  but ended with her denial of what it  was worth, so let me start off by  going back to the very beginning of  all time, you see everyone who has actually read the...

October 16, 2020   Richard M. Knittle, Jr. Via e-mail   Dear Richard M. Knittle, Jr.,   Congratulations, you have been nominated as a potential candidate for Texas State Artist –Poet Laureate. This designation is the highest designation that the Texas Legislature gives in the arts. Texas State Artists serve one-year terms and represent the state’s artistic legacy. State Artists receive statewide recognition, and the designation provides a unique marketing opportunity.   As part of the selection process, evaluators will review your bio/resume and samples of your work. Below are the website links we received with your nomination: https://thebattlelost. blogspot.com https://www.amazon.com/ Richard-M-Knittle-Jr/e/ B00K3NPJ0U https://www.facebook.com/ PoetryBecauseItMatters   If you are not satisfied with the links that have already been submitted, we are asking you to submit  up to two   substitute  links you would like the selection committee to revi...

  I hope you all enjoy this short video, please do not be afraid of the clown for it is just as I always say "It is only a costume like the color of our skins I mean it does not matter what you look like on the outside it is what we have inside that really matters and that my friends is exactly what I mean because we as in you and me are all the same on the inside, we all have a heart that feels and pumps that blood through our veins, we have the same emotions hate and anger love and laughter we all feel sad and even joy and happiness which by the way is all of the ingredients that create those wells where the ink that we spill on to paper that creates all of those letters that form words that combine into sentences and paragraphs or sonnets and rhymes that ultimately become the magical healing properties of our Poetry... and that is where peace begins because we will never find peace for the world if we don't first find peace from inside of us. Sleep Dream Live Breath Think F...