“it’s a y, not an i”
your lips form a tight line but i laugh
and trace the “i” darker in the sand
with the sunburned heel of my right foot.
i don’t care how it’s spelled
i don’t care how i feel.
saltwater waves will swallow you whole, every consonant,
one misprinted “i” buried in sand-memory and time.
He misspelled so many words, and used such terrible grammar in his letter, that I considered correcting it in red pen, like a school teacher would do, and sending it back to him. There’s no excuse for bad spelling and grammar.
Pounding on the door but I would not let her in, not with the words misspelled and misshapen like a drunken tattoo on the back of my hand–she would know, she would see the faint tear-stained pages that I could not erase and could not repeat.
My messages to you were so sloppy when you broke up with me. So poorly thought out, full of self-pity, and full of grammatical errors. I guess that’s what love does to you. Or rather, that’s what heartbreak does to you.
I misspelled my name. They gave me the passport and sent me into the country. I was just another face and I would forever be the misspelled version of my name. There was no going back now.
Cast in the dark a random toss
missed by a mile, a frog to
a wart magic dispensed without
true intent or aim it flys about and
lands upon some unsuspecting soul
Incorrect, it stops me in my tracks as my eyes gloss about the page. It sticks out and slaps me in the face. It can not go unnoticed. Its a word, an earnest attempt gone wrong. A word that has been mispelled.
He was agitated. Despite his best intentions and his supposed higher purpose, Kurt had allowed himself to get drawn into some ridiculous debate on facebook about what people should be able to wear in Muslim countries. Here he was losing his temper with some lunatic called Rose Petal who was making inane racist remarks and had repeatedly mispelled his name. He’d wasted one precious hour that should have been spent concentrating on how to seduce Juliet McKinnon.
I misspelled my name because everyone else does. Because words only having meanings if you give it to them right. After all, what meanings do we create. Everyday someone redefines them.
the test will not be announced
nor will you know you are taking it.
the mistake will be to notice the mistakes.
do not be mislead by misspelling,
mispronunciation
or by poor articulation.
–
the words to Love’s incantation
are intentionally misspelled
deliberately inarticulate and vague
and written sloppily across the page.
the test is to not notice
Davis looked over the ransom note again. There was no way he could get ten million dollars in that short a time. And as an English professor, he couldn’t help noticing that the kidnappers had misspelled his daughter’s name. He was surprised how much that annoyed him, even at a time like this.
I sat on the couch watching true blood, contemplating how I would have treated myself in a small town of fluttering vampires who eagerly sought blood. Turning my self in to the fangs of a vampire lied my only option for survival–I imagined converting in to the breathless immortal, and leaving the town to storm my own empire of peace in a faraway province. Whatever reasons I had to live, fueled me to give in to getting bitten by a vampire–that’s if, and only if, resided I in this invigorating sitcom.
Sweat permeated through my checkered button up. The warm lights danced across my face, and the crowd was nothing but a silhouette of blank faces. I knew my family was somewhere out there.
“The word is onomatopoeia.”
No.
I went over this one. The fear of failure washed over me like an inferno, my blood boiling.
One time when I was younger, I was a stellar speller. I was such a fantastic speller, that I made it to the state level of the national spelling bee, and I was so terribly proud of myself. I was a little embarrassed that I spelled my very first word wrong and lost, but I was so happy to have been good enough to participate at all.
When rendering a new fruit, into my refridorator, biting it
my taste buds misspelled the sweetness, misunderstood
how utterly glowing the sour bite of a plum came be,
hardly correct is human error, pretentious, carrying in
the bruises on our arms that we had from falling from an early tricycle,
sounding out a creation from diction can be tedious in style,
experientially, a frog memorizes the lilly pads to the latter end of the pond,
leaping, memorizing, correcting the past’s slippery falls,
correction, correction.
i ran into the hallway, screaming until they were forced to turn around, they had misspelled it; and the change of one letter made it take on a whole new meaning.
I hate how people carelessly misspell words. It isn’t so much them misspelling it, it is more or less that they that they publish, or post it without simply rereading something even if it is just once.
Mispell isn’t really a word I like. It’s not shocking, it’s always bad, and you get points off for it. It’s sounds like one of those words you use just to use.
I looked at the paperwork put on my desk in front of me. The name of my client was mispelled on the face sheet and it just seemed to remind me that no one was reading these charts. No one cared to bother with it.
For him, it may have meant nothing; a simple slip of the finger or of the mind. But to her, it was everything. She took all his careless, meaningless mistakes personally, entirely oblivious to the bigger picture at hand.
“I’m sorry, I think my name is mispelled here,” she said, holding up the paper with a confused look glimmering in her eyes. “That says…that says Sibella. My name is Sierra.”
“Sierra, listen to yourself for a moment,” Alana said. “Do you remember the first song Peter sang you?”
“No. Wait, yes – he sang…he sang Sibella from A Gentleman’s Guide!”
i cant. u will. ok. just think. i couldn’t come up with any misspelled werds within a minit to be abel to get my poynt acrost. so i will gif up on my atemp.
Mispelled. I’d tried, but the words jumbled up in my head and rearranged themselves. They looked nothing like the what came out, or what it was supposed to be. The teacher sighed, giving me a look of exasperation. Yeah, yeah, I know. I wasn’t trying hard enough. I was careless. I was sloppy. Never something about me trying hard and not be able to come up with it.
You mispelled my name. You always do and I’ve lost the energy to correct you about it. But it’s just another thing in among many that shows me exactly how little you care. You cant even get my name right how could I expect that you would give a damn about me.
In 3rd grade, I lost in the championship of my spelling bee, because I misspelled the word “they’re”. I should have come in first, I just spelled “there” instead. Damn it.
Isn’t it ironic? Because there is no word “mispelled”…there are two ss’ in “misspelled”. Not sure if this is an intentional mistake by oneword, or just a typo. It’s funny, though.
I often mispelled things. Sometimes I read things wrong, and that’s probably why now when I think
about it. My friends laugh sometimes and I don’t know if it’s because I have dyslexia or just having a hard time with English, but it’s not like I mind. People understand me, and that’s what’s important.
everyone misspells my name
but no one did it better than you, back then
shuffling letters in any order, arbitrarily
changing them day by day
however looked prettiest
I guess you thought what I was given at birth
wasn’t enough, didn’t suit you
so you tried to rearrange me
to look more like
whatever you wanted
me to look like
ah mispelled, I do that all the time. Funny that the word mispelled comes up as mispelled on here. I wonder is there antoher meaning to this word that I am not getting. I don’t seem to have a large enough vocabulary for this game the one word write game.
“it’s a y, not an i”
your lips form a tight line but i laugh
and trace the “i” darker in the sand
with the sunburned heel of my right foot.
i don’t care how it’s spelled
i don’t care how i feel.
saltwater waves will swallow you whole, every consonant,
one misprinted “i” buried in sand-memory and time.
He misspelled so many words, and used such terrible grammar in his letter, that I considered correcting it in red pen, like a school teacher would do, and sending it back to him. There’s no excuse for bad spelling and grammar.
I marked the paper:8 out of 10. The small child was clever but still misspelled supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. She would have to work on that…
Pounding on the door but I would not let her in, not with the words misspelled and misshapen like a drunken tattoo on the back of my hand–she would know, she would see the faint tear-stained pages that I could not erase and could not repeat.
My messages to you were so sloppy when you broke up with me. So poorly thought out, full of self-pity, and full of grammatical errors. I guess that’s what love does to you. Or rather, that’s what heartbreak does to you.
It is logically impossible to spell a word incorrectly. It is, however, very common to spell a different word than you intended to.
In an infinite universe all combinations of phonic characters will eventually refer to something.
So get bent, Spellcheck.
I misspelled my name. They gave me the passport and sent me into the country. I was just another face and I would forever be the misspelled version of my name. There was no going back now.
Cast in the dark a random toss
missed by a mile, a frog to
a wart magic dispensed without
true intent or aim it flys about and
lands upon some unsuspecting soul
Incorrect, it stops me in my tracks as my eyes gloss about the page. It sticks out and slaps me in the face. It can not go unnoticed. Its a word, an earnest attempt gone wrong. A word that has been mispelled.
He was agitated. Despite his best intentions and his supposed higher purpose, Kurt had allowed himself to get drawn into some ridiculous debate on facebook about what people should be able to wear in Muslim countries. Here he was losing his temper with some lunatic called Rose Petal who was making inane racist remarks and had repeatedly mispelled his name. He’d wasted one precious hour that should have been spent concentrating on how to seduce Juliet McKinnon.
I misspelled my name because everyone else does. Because words only having meanings if you give it to them right. After all, what meanings do we create. Everyday someone redefines them.
the test will not be announced
nor will you know you are taking it.
the mistake will be to notice the mistakes.
do not be mislead by misspelling,
mispronunciation
or by poor articulation.
–
the words to Love’s incantation
are intentionally misspelled
deliberately inarticulate and vague
and written sloppily across the page.
the test is to not notice
Davis looked over the ransom note again. There was no way he could get ten million dollars in that short a time. And as an English professor, he couldn’t help noticing that the kidnappers had misspelled his daughter’s name. He was surprised how much that annoyed him, even at a time like this.
mispelled! lol!
Ok that’s just going to bug me.
Now I’m thinking OCD… I guess I have more than I should if all I can do is look at a misspelled ‘mispelled’ word!
Although… maybe “pelled” is something… Something that was ‘mis’d – Now I have to look that up.
Nope. “Pelled” is not a word.
So maybe that should be tomorrow’s :)
The paper was stained with misspelled words, ink smeared along the parchment in sickly dark streaks.
I sat on the couch watching true blood, contemplating how I would have treated myself in a small town of fluttering vampires who eagerly sought blood. Turning my self in to the fangs of a vampire lied my only option for survival–I imagined converting in to the breathless immortal, and leaving the town to storm my own empire of peace in a faraway province. Whatever reasons I had to live, fueled me to give in to getting bitten by a vampire–that’s if, and only if, resided I in this invigorating sitcom.
“You mispelled my name.”
She bristled. “What?”
“You mispelled my name,” I repeated. “It’s got two n’s and a y. Not one n and an i.”
“…Danny?”
“Yeah.”
She shook her head. “That’s a boy’s name,” she said. “You’re Dani from now on.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” she argued, brandishing her pencil. “I’m not changing it.”
I brandished my fist in reply. “You sure you want to stick to that? Because I think you’re going to spell it correctly.”
Sweat permeated through my checkered button up. The warm lights danced across my face, and the crowd was nothing but a silhouette of blank faces. I knew my family was somewhere out there.
“The word is onomatopoeia.”
No.
I went over this one. The fear of failure washed over me like an inferno, my blood boiling.
One time when I was younger, I was a stellar speller. I was such a fantastic speller, that I made it to the state level of the national spelling bee, and I was so terribly proud of myself. I was a little embarrassed that I spelled my very first word wrong and lost, but I was so happy to have been good enough to participate at all.
When rendering a new fruit, into my refridorator, biting it
my taste buds misspelled the sweetness, misunderstood
how utterly glowing the sour bite of a plum came be,
hardly correct is human error, pretentious, carrying in
the bruises on our arms that we had from falling from an early tricycle,
sounding out a creation from diction can be tedious in style,
experientially, a frog memorizes the lilly pads to the latter end of the pond,
leaping, memorizing, correcting the past’s slippery falls,
correction, correction.
i ran into the hallway, screaming until they were forced to turn around, they had misspelled it; and the change of one letter made it take on a whole new meaning.
I hate how people carelessly misspell words. It isn’t so much them misspelling it, it is more or less that they that they publish, or post it without simply rereading something even if it is just once.
Mispell isn’t really a word I like. It’s not shocking, it’s always bad, and you get points off for it. It’s sounds like one of those words you use just to use.
I looked at the paperwork put on my desk in front of me. The name of my client was mispelled on the face sheet and it just seemed to remind me that no one was reading these charts. No one cared to bother with it.
For him, it may have meant nothing; a simple slip of the finger or of the mind. But to her, it was everything. She took all his careless, meaningless mistakes personally, entirely oblivious to the bigger picture at hand.
“I’m sorry, I think my name is mispelled here,” she said, holding up the paper with a confused look glimmering in her eyes. “That says…that says Sibella. My name is Sierra.”
“Sierra, listen to yourself for a moment,” Alana said. “Do you remember the first song Peter sang you?”
“No. Wait, yes – he sang…he sang Sibella from A Gentleman’s Guide!”
It is really funny or its so bad I don’t even understand what they are saying.It gets me very confused.
i cant. u will. ok. just think. i couldn’t come up with any misspelled werds within a minit to be abel to get my poynt acrost. so i will gif up on my atemp.
Mispelled. I’d tried, but the words jumbled up in my head and rearranged themselves. They looked nothing like the what came out, or what it was supposed to be. The teacher sighed, giving me a look of exasperation. Yeah, yeah, I know. I wasn’t trying hard enough. I was careless. I was sloppy. Never something about me trying hard and not be able to come up with it.
The names of many poor souls forced to be called by a label that no mortal but themselves can spell.
You mispelled my name. You always do and I’ve lost the energy to correct you about it. But it’s just another thing in among many that shows me exactly how little you care. You cant even get my name right how could I expect that you would give a damn about me.
In 3rd grade, I lost in the championship of my spelling bee, because I misspelled the word “they’re”. I should have come in first, I just spelled “there” instead. Damn it.
misplelled is a average word that is a bird which is absurd and data pie
Isn’t it ironic? Because there is no word “mispelled”…there are two ss’ in “misspelled”. Not sure if this is an intentional mistake by oneword, or just a typo. It’s funny, though.
I think I mispelled your name when I wrote it down in the tag that was hanging from your corpse. Then I killed myself.
I often mispelled things. Sometimes I read things wrong, and that’s probably why now when I think
about it. My friends laugh sometimes and I don’t know if it’s because I have dyslexia or just having a hard time with English, but it’s not like I mind. People understand me, and that’s what’s important.
Nevr!
everyone misspells my name
but no one did it better than you, back then
shuffling letters in any order, arbitrarily
changing them day by day
however looked prettiest
I guess you thought what I was given at birth
wasn’t enough, didn’t suit you
so you tried to rearrange me
to look more like
whatever you wanted
me to look like
ah mispelled, I do that all the time. Funny that the word mispelled comes up as mispelled on here. I wonder is there antoher meaning to this word that I am not getting. I don’t seem to have a large enough vocabulary for this game the one word write game.
a niu werd mey bee formed when it’s mspelled