I don’t want to discuss the lack of thunder between us. I’m tired of taking a leap of faith and hitting my face on a wall. I want to be in silence, to be rewarded for something, to be something simpler.
The smoke of the yesterday’s feud fogs my head, and the tension between us still clouds the air. Crammed full of words that are not meant to be said, I press on my temples and sink into the chair, trying not to burst out in broken sentences before he starts talking first. Instead, he doesn’t, and we end up feeling like we’re going to be crushed by the thick weight of silence.
Haha, typoes. I’d like to ignore it and focus on the word that should’ve been today’s word, but I’m too distracted now. It’s interesting how a simple break from the norm, from the expected, can fracture your attention span and prevent you from thinking.
We talked for hours, laughing at the right times, smiling when it wasn’t funny enough to. I never knew that I could connect with someone, have a friendship (or whatever this was) feel so right- so comfortable. It was great. I couldn’t wait to see them next, even though they hadn’t left yet.
I have never heard of the word “dicuss”, and I’m sad to say my dictionary has fled from its usual spot on the shelf, giving me no chance of solving this mystery.
dicuss, what does that mean? Discuss? Have I been spelling Discuss wrong all this time? Or is this a word I’m not familiar with. Can’t say I’m comfortable with that. Discus? Maybe i should google that.
I like to discuss, almost everything and anything. Talking about everything but nothing, going from point a to point b, where else to go, oh the places you’ll go, everything will be just fine, talk it out. through discussing lifes past brings out your true inner personality and lets it shine!
..i entered ‘starbucks’,”hi,can i..’hi!how are you?” ‘good-wow!you look beautiful.’ “thanks,what are you doing in town?” ‘just looking for a good cup of coffee.’
I like to dicuss my feelings, thought, and emotions with my closest friends and family it helps to solve problems and bring issues to others knowledge.
There was nothing to discuss. I was in the wrong and I knew it. There would be no coming back from this; I could see it in his eyes. He would have considered an apology an insult.
In the end, all I could do is watch him go, a look of hurt and contempt on his face, as he left my life forever.
Dicuss? Do you mean discuss? Is this a typo or is it not? Open to discussion…there’s no such word as dicuss. Well, one word. No one said it had to be one correctly spelled word did they?
There is a lot left to show you in this world. This life. Can’t you see what I’m saying? I asked.
No, she replied, you’ve shown me all there is to see. I won’t discuss it any further!
“Take a seat, we need to discuss something.”
Those dreaded words never seem to fade. Because of that day I’ll never be the same. There is nothing left to do now except for run away. I’m sorry but I can’t fix you…
‘Discuss.’
The teacher’s word was barked and short. I saw this as a wonderful opportunity to whip out my book. The girl sitting next to me was rather put out at my apparent unwillingness to talk to her.
The best minds in the world didn’t agree. “We need to find a way to resolve this.”
“No, we don’t” the physicist said. “Everyone knows it ‘Tastes Great’ and that’s it!”
I would like to discuss something with the webmaster of oneword.com. Apparently proofreading is not important to whomever put the word, “dicuss” into the oneword database. I am a forgiving person, but this is unforgiveable.
There was a long conversation in the living room. Everyone was on edge. It was the scariest thing that had ever happened to all ofm us ever. Soon we would have
Dicuss is not a word, as far as I know. Ii suspect that the word of the day is supposed to be discuss, in which case I could write something about it. In this case, though, when the word is dicuss, I cannot.
So I felt kind of stupid since didn’t know what “dicuss” meant, but then I looked it up and figured it out I’m not the one who’s stupid. So due to the spelling error, I have no real story to write. :)
It is not always easy to discuss something. You might be too shy or you might not know anything about the topic. For others, discussion is great fun and interesting to do.
A brush of skin
on your hand,
a caress of the hair
around your ear,
a grammatical error
slipping off your tongue,
and wide eyes
shutting your mouth
so tightly.
A look of shame
takes you away from his grasp,
his shiny teeth,
his nice job.
You aren’t what he thought.
You are below him.
Why do I hate discussions? Well, it all started with the time he pulled me aside. “We need to talk,” he said. I groaned, because I knew what was coming. He was going to break up with me, I knew it. And I knew I was ready, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to end.
Can we discuss this, please? I feel like you don’t even care. Whenever there’s a problem, you run away and hit on all my friends and then beg for me back. Why don’t you just try to talk to me for a change, eh? That’d be nice, really. …I love you.
Ummmm do we mean discuss, like to talk amongst one another? Or discus, like the thing that people throw in the Olympics? Or is dicuss really a word, in which case I am totally failing the GREs next month!
if anything, there’s nothing more i’d like to do thank talk to him about what happened in the summer.
nobody has ever so soundly, so swiftly, broken my heart before. he was ruthless, but not malicious. he kept his own best interest in mind, and let me down. can we talk about it? can we clear the air?
I don’t want to discuss the lack of thunder between us. I’m tired of taking a leap of faith and hitting my face on a wall. I want to be in silence, to be rewarded for something, to be something simpler.
The smoke of the yesterday’s feud fogs my head, and the tension between us still clouds the air. Crammed full of words that are not meant to be said, I press on my temples and sink into the chair, trying not to burst out in broken sentences before he starts talking first. Instead, he doesn’t, and we end up feeling like we’re going to be crushed by the thick weight of silence.
Haha, typoes. I’d like to ignore it and focus on the word that should’ve been today’s word, but I’m too distracted now. It’s interesting how a simple break from the norm, from the expected, can fracture your attention span and prevent you from thinking.
We talked for hours, laughing at the right times, smiling when it wasn’t funny enough to. I never knew that I could connect with someone, have a friendship (or whatever this was) feel so right- so comfortable. It was great. I couldn’t wait to see them next, even though they hadn’t left yet.
Dear Oneword,
I have never heard of the word “dicuss”, and I’m sad to say my dictionary has fled from its usual spot on the shelf, giving me no chance of solving this mystery.
My heartfelt apologies,
Phlox
dicuss, what does that mean? Discuss? Have I been spelling Discuss wrong all this time? Or is this a word I’m not familiar with. Can’t say I’m comfortable with that. Discus? Maybe i should google that.
I like to discuss, almost everything and anything. Talking about everything but nothing, going from point a to point b, where else to go, oh the places you’ll go, everything will be just fine, talk it out. through discussing lifes past brings out your true inner personality and lets it shine!
..ha the word is spelled wrong! unless they are creating a new word for when they leave us high and dry for three days…
..i entered ‘starbucks’,”hi,can i..’hi!how are you?” ‘good-wow!you look beautiful.’ “thanks,what are you doing in town?” ‘just looking for a good cup of coffee.’
I like to dicuss my feelings, thought, and emotions with my closest friends and family it helps to solve problems and bring issues to others knowledge.
There was nothing to discuss. I was in the wrong and I knew it. There would be no coming back from this; I could see it in his eyes. He would have considered an apology an insult.
In the end, all I could do is watch him go, a look of hurt and contempt on his face, as he left my life forever.
Dicuss? Do you mean discuss? Is this a typo or is it not? Open to discussion…there’s no such word as dicuss. Well, one word. No one said it had to be one correctly spelled word did they?
Dicuss? Do you mean discuss? Is this a typo or is it not? Open to discussion…
There is a lot left to show you in this world. This life. Can’t you see what I’m saying? I asked.
No, she replied, you’ve shown me all there is to see. I won’t discuss it any further!
Discussion was irrelevant. There was nothing to discuss, The aliens just wanted to take over. How can you argue with that?
“Take a seat, we need to discuss something.”
Those dreaded words never seem to fade. Because of that day I’ll never be the same. There is nothing left to do now except for run away. I’m sorry but I can’t fix you…
‘Discuss.’
The teacher’s word was barked and short. I saw this as a wonderful opportunity to whip out my book. The girl sitting next to me was rather put out at my apparent unwillingness to talk to her.
a discussion of the mind
sitting here thinking alone
why is the world
so many parts
all trying to collate together
what is it im thinking again?
Oneword, i think we need to “dicuss” this sudden sloppy type-job i’m seeing here.
Google says, “Did you mean discuss?”
The best minds in the world didn’t agree. “We need to find a way to resolve this.”
“No, we don’t” the physicist said. “Everyone knows it ‘Tastes Great’ and that’s it!”
What is Dicuss?IDON’T KNOW. It sounds like discuss.
what the heck does Dicuss mean anyway, idk… does anyone know what this means???? i hope so:):):)
I would like to discuss something with the webmaster of oneword.com. Apparently proofreading is not important to whomever put the word, “dicuss” into the oneword database. I am a forgiving person, but this is unforgiveable.
“We will discuss it,” my mother said firmly.
“But why can’t we just do it now?” I pleaded. “I mean, it’s not every day you get a pet dragon…”
There was a long conversation in the living room. Everyone was on edge. It was the scariest thing that had ever happened to all ofm us ever. Soon we would have
Dicuss is not a word, as far as I know. Ii suspect that the word of the day is supposed to be discuss, in which case I could write something about it. In this case, though, when the word is dicuss, I cannot.
what did you just call me? usual reaction when someone doesn’t know what the word means. [hence: doesn’t know what the word means]
So I felt kind of stupid since didn’t know what “dicuss” meant, but then I looked it up and figured it out I’m not the one who’s stupid. So due to the spelling error, I have no real story to write. :)
this isnt a word. close to a word. unless im stupid. which would be disconcerting. looks like discuss. oh well. guess my vocabulary isnt as large.
It is not always easy to discuss something. You might be too shy or you might not know anything about the topic. For others, discussion is great fun and interesting to do.
A brush of skin
on your hand,
a caress of the hair
around your ear,
a grammatical error
slipping off your tongue,
and wide eyes
shutting your mouth
so tightly.
A look of shame
takes you away from his grasp,
his shiny teeth,
his nice job.
You aren’t what he thought.
You are below him.
Why do I hate discussions? Well, it all started with the time he pulled me aside. “We need to talk,” he said. I groaned, because I knew what was coming. He was going to break up with me, I knew it. And I knew I was ready, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to end.
Can we discuss this, please? I feel like you don’t even care. Whenever there’s a problem, you run away and hit on all my friends and then beg for me back. Why don’t you just try to talk to me for a change, eh? That’d be nice, really. …I love you.
Ah, so we are stuck amongst trees for so long, now we get a typo? Joy… I’m lovin’ it.
Ummmm do we mean discuss, like to talk amongst one another? Or discus, like the thing that people throw in the Olympics? Or is dicuss really a word, in which case I am totally failing the GREs next month!
I don’t know what this is now.
We circle around each other
Dancing in and out
of the other’s life
It was not perfect
It was not automatic
Maybe we don’t click
Maybe we’re not supposed to
We protrude outward with greetings
And retreat with fear and insecurity
Never building up the courage to commit
To open up and let the other in
We smile
We speak
We walk away
Nothing to talk about
But so much to discuss
if anything, there’s nothing more i’d like to do thank talk to him about what happened in the summer.
nobody has ever so soundly, so swiftly, broken my heart before. he was ruthless, but not malicious. he kept his own best interest in mind, and let me down. can we talk about it? can we clear the air?
I don’t know. Do you mean ‘discuss’?