http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kaplant The original writings of author KaplanKop en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776351559 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If the deep darkness I'm enveloped in is not real,If it's all in my mind, and everyone else in the same thing is also imagining it,If our heavy thoughts and moods and hopelessness is not based on fact, that mechanical emotionless word,If this too shall pass, if none of this is permanent, and i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2832582/ There's no better way to imagine a colour,To take purple next to red and see the difference that makes them both.I can move 360 in a globe of motion,No limits to my range of emotion,A tapestry a cacophony a never ending symphony,Though at some point the colours have to drain,And we're ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2831183/ Now they said, what's the plan?Five years till you're a man,They went by, and I carried on living,Just living, nothing special,No need to try grand things,Far too risky,"he tried, but he took on too much, he was a good man." that's what they'd say about me if I lose everything and became.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2808375/ When the poor kids played out on the street,their mother's would call them for lunch.They'd be given some rice, and the kids would sit outsidenext to each other eating.If a grain fell on the floor, they'd apologise to God, pick it up, and eat it.I said "Why are you eating that?" and they replied why.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2807868/ I got up and went back to sleep. That made me feel like crap when I got up again two hours later. I was on a 9am start on the rota. It was 8. I'd be at least forty minutes late, so I cared less. I still rushed to get ready. Better to be late one hour than two hours right. But I first had to es.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2807867/ Hello runner,don't come near me. Those shoes of yours annoy me,running towards me slathering and slithering all over the pavement.Run on the damn road. Now I've got to walk through the sweat you've left behind in the air.I'm already late. I'm already going to get a bollocking,so don't come near.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2807865/ “Here’s the leaf, and here’s the stone. Which one is it?”The pink sky created a rather odd atmosphere. Adding a tingeof candy floss to what should be an intense situation. The leaf was no mereleaf. It was the golden leaf made of the powder of a hundred horns, embalmed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2806667/ Russia, that motherland,The troubled land,Crossing over to claim without claiming,A threat of the beastfrom the west,Two dangers, two old foes,But strangers,Intentions frozen in hostility, A war to nowhere, to no life or prosperity, There will be no winners, What are borders? Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2806663/ Without a shadow of a doubt, the inspector suspected the clue was in the dust. The red dust, over there on the mantlepiece. If this was to continue, if this case was to terminate successfully,  they would have  to cooperate. "Tell me, Rufus, at what hour of the day was that hound here?"... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2793920/ I don't want to reckon with this truth,It is not truth if it flees,Or changes when looked at,No, it must be a rock,One that never erodes,No matter how fast move the hands of the clock,Its appearance irrelevant, beauty or a bunch of toads,Truth is not a vacuum, but its absence is,An e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782784/ I would add colour, If I could, to these plain sheets,But I have no colour,So be it, I lay with these sheets,So give me time and I will be back, To give you more than this, And when you are back, Arrive gently, as I will not be used to this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782764/ A cup of hot tea,With just the right amount of milk,A biscuit and a soft bed,Is just enough for me,A jet and a recliner,With two maidens and some whiskey,A cigar and a leather journal, Is it still enough for me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782404/ Now what would it take to write something colourful?He thought to add splashes and cacophonies of light and darkness and stuff in between.But he felt like beige, not colour.What's the point of forcing it, even if you can?Go for a walk? To where, it's all grey, not even beige.Worse than bei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782310/ A still feeling overtook him,So he left his coffee half finished and left,The waiter asked him to pay the bill,He said he'd already done that,The couple on that other table were bored so they also left,The coffee machine was being cleaned, and customers slowly asked to leave.That coffee .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782309/ Well, it's the end,I look back and see it all,It's all lead to this moment,Every single word, look, emotion,Every good and bad conversation,The mourning, the grief and the meandering nights with the guys,Two bottles and a laugh till dawn,The family gatherings and my mum buying me my fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782253/ I don't have too long, So I have become careless,For all things worldly, But I see and feel another world, Beyond this,I can sense it, touch it just beyond my senses, It's permeating everything,This world is fading in all its temporal falsity,It's just there, right there, I can't sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782080/ Tell me, promise me,Because i promise you my life, I would lay all I could,Under the soles of your feet,You are priceless, So know that I would lay it all,If I could. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782079/ There was once a home,Exactly like hers,They all wandered through the house, But these people were not those,No, things had changed, I didn't pass those walls except that I cried out for them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2782078/ I saw a bag of bones moving,Waving it's arm across the concrete floor, looking for some sheckles, Then it went back into its sleeping bag,I had my own, and I wasn't quite a bag of bones yet, But the cold hard concrete sure was making itself known,Both the coldness and the hardness made the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2775672/ My name is Hank,I live a normal life, quite. I try to add some colour to it,Maybe a poster or two, whiskey and a cigar, Or I'd like to think,I'm not that tough, and don't try to be cool,Neighbours like me, that's enough right?I'm liked, and I pay the bills, Yeah I'm not married at my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2775394/ The cold hits differently some nights,Those nights that are dark, Empty, like a shadow,There's a darkness between me and that wall, And there's a space that fills this darkness,So here I stand, On the edge of space and darkness,At the end of the road I walked on again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2775036/ No I said, it's not for me,She never understood, Did you?Look out there, it's all so good, So much good, it's all OK,Including us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774943/ You know the type of weatherthat leaves you uninspired?That's not quite rain, but almost.A no man's land,Well, it was one of those days,I was along the smooth dark concrete, You know the type that gets really dark when it's wet?So I was, I kept going, I walked last the local bakery a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774938/ There's a numbness in this plane,It spills into everything,The man sweeping the street with the fatigued tank of energy he's got left,It's the last feeling before the eyes shut for the day,Hard to describe, but it's a specific, ever looking, all pervading feeling,There it is, standing before yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774900/ There's a constant anguish in this world,Why I ask,But I give up trying to figure it out, I try to feel the pain,But feel better when numb, There's a constant sorrow,Withiut which I couldn't write, I néed that blood, that anguish,But I stand here for nothing, It's much too h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774601/ A howling mess,He stunk of alcohol, But we got through,Mum and I, we left and I grew up, Unsure of a world closing in,What are you meant to do?I had most of what I wanted, But still didn't know what was needed,So the years kept saying hello and went on by, Never coming back like a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774598/ I stare at this endless ocean of dough,Every type, shape and size of baked dough, The smell of sweet dough, of savoury, and boredom,All baked in house,Like any baker worth his loaf,Damnz that customer will be back,That apple slice was mouldy at the bottom,These endless bags of crusty r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774597/ We collect and build,And admire, We stop to think,Then remember we have no time to think, We are in a rush, Such little time, but such little to do,There isn't enough for everyone, Because we don't want there to be,We cheat, and are callous,Because nature is callous, That look of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774510/ Sometimes you just have to do it,But laziness is heavy, So pop a drink and put the game on,Open the curtains at least, It's going to be a cold couple of weeks,Too tired to cook, or lookafter my hunger,Look after the rent, the moolah, the cash and the shekels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774505/ Boy meets girl,Boy grows up,Bombs get thrown around, Bones shatter and hope loses,People look for hope where it's left,Leftover scraps get eaten, stolen, hoardedfor a day before it rots again.Standing at the edge of hope, What's left is you and the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774504/ The boy looked at me,I thought to myself what the heck is he looking at, Was the problem with me?Maybe my flies were undone,I pretended not to care,So I carried on walking, feeling his stare, I didn't need his approval, I kept walking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774499/ Just a little,No, that feels just right, Ouch! There it goes, that's my third tooth this year, I paid the dentist her fee and left,Now I had a date to get to, This one spoke a lot, but I like the chatty type, She told me she was into painting, and horseriding, knitting, travelling (isn't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774386/ Sometimes it's hard to know, So I just try and do it, Even though there's no juice left, Just put one foot in front of the other, But anyway, there's a shirt on the bed, Crumpled up, unironed for months, My crusty eyes letting the light in, Crust upon crust, Duvet and pillow turning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2774042/ Look over there, that cherry blossom,Purple leaves and brown falling down, A cartoon like sky, shades of a hundred blues,Leaves with yellow on the edge and dark green in the middle, Why couldn't life be this simple? Simple as describing what I see, a few colours here and there, those leave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773836/ Now the music plays,And you sit at home, reminiscing,About a past in which you always live,One that runs your everyday,The people, the words, the looks, the hurt,And the good times,They all run you now,The bad feels heavier,The grief and regret, tainting every good me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773779/ When I was fifteen I tried to take a picture of a weird man in the park, He saw me, so I tried to pretend I wasn't taking it, He stuck a middle finger up at me, I retreated, and tried once again to take the picture, He saw me again, but didn't stick his middle finger up again,Instead, he p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773726/ Brandon told me the old lady wasn't home, So I went round the back of the house and climbed into her garden, There it was, my new shiny orange ball, Two days pocket money that was, Then I heard a shriek, I froze, Turns out it was the couple next door, I could tell by the repeated shrie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773725/ As I left my home, I looked at the front door, The same door, But it wasn't the door that meant something, It was those the door had seen. There it stood, A strong, thick, imposing door, A door that was frozen in time, One that had a thousand stories to tell,It smelled old,It was g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773724/ Remember, no one will intervene, No one will look out for you, No one will care for you, As much as you will for yourself, So take each day and let it be that new opportunity, Do not let the monotony of the past drag you down, And trick you into thinking the rest of your life is already .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773611/ She talks and talks, I could turn around and she'd talk to my back, I could cut my head off and she'd keep talking at my body, Then walk over to my head and keep talking to that, Where does she get this this inspiration from goddammit, I nod and grunt, I agree and pretend to care, I can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773609/ Take it from me, There isn't much to this, Ignore the pressure, And that feeling in your chest, And your face, Ignore it, Drink, and some more, It'll all go, Think of the bum on the street, I bought a croissant and hot chocolate to go, Now onto the next chore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773608/ He'd built his biceps to bursting point, I saw the way the girls looked at him, And I saw the way I looked at the girls, And the way they looked at me looking at them, Because I was looking at them through a mirror, And the guy with the big biceps and awful veins saw us looking,Looking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773510/ The tides come and the tides go, All is fine, so we say, But people, people exist in their silence, Even if they always have noise on, There's a silence, so, so silent, The silence of a thousand corpses piled up, The silence of death hurtling closer and closer, As people, people go thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773507/ Once, twice, try again, Delete that word, edit the copy, She's almost done with her book, But work waits in the morning, Another shift stacking shelves, This little project keeps her life going, some little meaning, Skits, comedy shows and crime thrillers every week, Keeps Sally going,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773475/ Everyone writes, They think they have something to say, They look normal, they look boring, They try too hard, They sound boring, They don't ever realise that their words aren't special,It's just words, Trying to sound special, Too try hard, try again, then again, And good luck if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773473/ No I didn't know, Should I have known? It was a simple thing. I was furious, Made me look like a kid, She knows though, and she thought I would http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773472/ It's not too late, Just hold on a bit more, That fatigue, it's permanent, So get used to it, Grey buildings and people that cough, Cough all the time, Buy cars, mortgages, vote, drink, have babies, There's a stillness harder than steel, A permanent white noise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773470/ People, don't make good decisions, They think that they think, They're a product of their age, Of their birth, The years go by, Mum grows old, Those bones become weak, But the heart stays strong, But they're all growing old, You're growing old, Standing all day at work, Those l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773469/ Smooth as liquid velvet, Dark like crimson blood, Images of a luscious, dark, red jungle.No green, all redDark dark red, some colour for my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773466/ The train arrives,People get on,Stressed, tired, bored,Nothing to look forward to,No one to come home to,Even if someone's there physically,Accumulation, crassness, poverty,So much cruelty, this is the problem,So so much cruelty in the world, All for nothing, Perverts, murders, l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaplant/2773464/