#superfluous
Between us, saying ‘thank you’ is superfluous , unnecessary
Entre nous, « merci » est superflu, inutile!
think about all the seconds we could save,
en toto
perhaps a whole hour or two!
of our entire lives
to do so many other things…
but then if we cease to please
o u r s e l v e s
by not saying
“thank you” -
civil discourse dies.
mass riots ensue in size,
the decline of western upsized,
civilization negatively supercharged
we is
doom-ed
Are not our human skills
and the qualities thereof,
ourselves,
lessened, then lesser,
&
we be nearer to our
diminishment
when the simplest signal
of gratitude
goes unnoticed.
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Superfluous
——
definition:
a super fluid word
that connotes the
extra-ordinary
speciality
of specifically
saying
thank you
daily
repeatedly
without an instance of
hesitation
nml. fini
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC
The days don’t rise or fall.
They sit.
Heavy.
Like air that’s forgotten how to move.
I wake already late to myself,
bones filled with ideas of staying still.
The mirror offers a version of me
that looks completed,
as if nothing more is required
and nothing less would be noticed.
Time keeps going without resistance.
Meals happen because they must.
Words leave my mouth on schedule,
measured, appropriate,
never enough to trouble anyone
with the weight behind them.
There is a dull arithmetic to being alive,
what I take up,
what I return,
how easily the sum would reach zero
without causing imbalance.
Even sadness feels inefficient,
a low hum instead of a cry.
I don’t want to disappear loudly.
I just want to reduce myself
until the world doesn’t have to adjust.
Somewhere between breath and thought
the idea settles:
that I am superfluous,
an extra margin left wide
after the text is finished.
So I remain small.
I pass through rooms carefully.
Not hoping to be missed,
only hoping that staying
doesn’t count as taking too much.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
nonetheless
every "thank you"
for every
hug and kiss,
light emission
shone my way,
is rebroadcast
as a recorded,
upon one of my
a-smiley dimpled
face,
upon my totality of my,
actual realized reality
they are:
freezer bag stored, for a day
that cannot be completed,
without the bonus of
your good wishes,
and if a day shall pass,
where fresh ones can't be delivered,
no worries,
just purchased a
large size freezer
for rainy day storage^^
and
if so desired will send
photographic proof,
of the mustache I no
longer po-sess, turning
upwards, a grin from
hear to there, there,
there by definition,
being where you are,
actual realized reality
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
She was the most talented poet.
She wrote with such emotion.
Except no one liked poetry.
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
I'm part of the exclusion zone.
Of you and them and me.
I'm lost in past, forgotten fast.
Old news, and ceased to be.
All well and good in time to brood.
For memories remained.
I'm outside staring, sightless, glaring.
Forget me not, refrained.
I hope for love's sweet comfort.
In shattered future's loss.
When I'm remembered fondly.
And swept away the moss.
If recall be painless.
Reminded with a smile.
Sit aside my resting place.
And think of us awhile.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
a beef
Wellington is
a serenade
on your
birthday night
with candle
light on
your plate
where Aphrodite
beget Zeus
as she
did want
the dish
with pastry
and frothy
post with
her wine
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
It ***** y'know,
life & ****
Everything *****
sometimes.
But I guess
that's what makes it
good too,
sometimes.
It seems that
'always'
is the enemy
of emotion.
Or at least
sometimes
it is.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
It's late at night
The page is white
So I think I might write
About how a letter
Becomes far better
When organised by a typesetter
And each of us
Should learn to trust
That no human is superfluous.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
twas stupid
Buck whom
stump this
cline and
ways are
clear then
to hear
horror stories
confabulate his
sign into
a marking
he'll soon
come to
like in
this mire
that love
will aspire
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Time,
This Time Of Mine.
I Do Not Know,
How To Rhyme.
All That I Have,
Is Time.
Superfluous.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
I once had a heart
A loving heart
A trifle too gentle
A tad too soft
I once had a heart
A heart that shared
A heart that cared
A heart that listened
Silent cry that wud
have gone unnoticed
I had I not known otherwise
I once had a heart
Your joys and griefs
So part of me
Your pain I bore
My heart it tore
I once had a heart
A heart that beat
With a fiery fervor
Living your dreams
Was like elixir
I once had a heart
A heart that sang
With a childlike freedom
Unknown to burdened minds
I once had a heart
A heart u twisted
And cut into 2
But unfortunately,
It was not just u
The world stepped on it
Taken for a doormat
Simple dreams
Unpretentious self
No holds barred
I wore on my sleeve
For all to see
Burnt to a cinder
Ashes is all that's left
The pieces of my heart
Now lie at the bottom of an ocean
Or floating on foreign shores
Swept away by the morning tide
I ditched it for a new ride
A heart stepped on by all
So I ditched it to stop the pain
Stop the hurt all over again
I found myself a new companion
Superfluous is my new friend
Sorry come again
I won't be hurt by cruel words
Insults will never cause a dent
And no more will I bend
But darling don't u worry
I don't need your money
Cause when all that's gone
And u need a little loving
When the night is cold
I'll smile and say.
Sorry "love" is an old forgotten way
My new friend is Superfluous
And he didn't need my heart
So you see now I am heartless!
I have forgotten to Love.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC