I say it again and again and again and they don’t listen, they never listen. but never doesn’t really exist. it’s negative it’s bad it’s wrong. you’re wrong. and so i repeat and repeat with all the positive in my way and again.
Isabella
repeat to the beat. i repeat my wishes. the same one every time. the dandelion flies away in the wind and settles in the ground. it carries my repeated wish. repeat my breath repeat my touch and we will live on and repeat. we will become legends. the two of us. dandelion wishes repeated.
francesca
repeat is repetition, to do over and over, sometimes in a pointess manner and sometimes it has a little more meaning. I repeat nothing. I keep going in life without looking back to what I have dsone before. But thats ok, I welcome new things that I have never seen or done before. Because with repetition, you can expect everything. Noi surprises, no new experiences. U refuse to live this way. I refuse to travel in an endless circle of repetiotion. I know people who repeat lots of things but they are not truly happy, merely scared to try new things, fearing what other people think or will say. I think repetition is a way to hide from change and hide from judgement. Like those people you see who have to have the same schedule every day and if that schedule is tampered withthey lose their minds
Alexis Michelle
Repeat and rewind. Repeat and rewind. Go over, mull over, regurgitate. I am not in the habit of repeating myself, but days repeat over and over, like a goldfish circling a bowl, mouth miming open and shut, open and shut, repeat and rewind, repeat.
That’s what I said, she said. Then she walked to the other side of the room and left him sitting there thinking that this seems to be what happens all the time. She doesn’t hear him when he evinces his nuanced thinking and thus the same drama always plays out in the same way.
Pete and repeat sit on top of a fence. Pete falls off–who is left? God, that was a terrible joke. I remember kids at school annoying me with that, along with a lot of others. A certain elementary girl’s face comes to mind when I remember, but I can’t recall her name. It wasn’t Edlyn–I remember her well enough. Gods, is it strange that I can remember so much about my elementary years?
Emma
I repeat things all the time to try and remember them. like my staff’s names. it’s so hard! however, repeat can be so negatively thought of… people think you have to repeat something to a bad child who isn’t listening or to someone who has a disability. Repeat a class or grade because you weren’t “smart enough”.
nicole
doing the same thing over and over again it is what people do every day it makes life boring it also makes life worth living. It makes people both interesting and uninteresting at the same time. Sometimes it even rules peoples lives.
Jennie
You know, this whole “repeat” thing is getting old. Every time I click ‘go’, you repeat the same word. One word a day? Really? But I’m bored. I need more than repetition. Everyone does. The world does. But that’s all our generation does, in reality. Isn’t it? Repeating style, fashion, hell, even body language. It’s ridiculous. Individually is completely lost.
And if he could keep one memory of her, one constant thought he lived out on repeat for the rest of his days, it would be this: her pajamas rolled over at the waste, and a shirt, his shirt, too big for her, sagging off of her shoulders and tied in a poofy knot above the creamy slice of her naval. Her lips curled up in a smile, the white points of her crystal teeth shining in the day glow of morning. Her front door opened, as he left and looked her over, and into her smile he stared for a moment and he paused because in his mind he thought of never leaving.
mi amor y perfecto amor, me decubro pensandote y viendote tooodos los días, todo el tiempo, a veces siento que nunca apareceras, pero sigo creyendo que lo harás. talvez no hoy, talvez no mañana, pero un día y para siempre…
fabi.alvrz
i fdo not usually like to repeat thingd i say. nor do i like people repeating them for me. repetition id not only a waste of time but can also be humliating for many. Howver with my sisiter i often have to repeat all the things i said but she would harfly remember anything.
S
songs that i like i put on repeat. i repeat things that interest me. i repeat myself when i feel like i’m not being listened to. i repeat daily routines.repeat repeat repeat. im repeating the word repeat.
sam
One of my favorite songs that is always on repeat is Issues by Flight of the Conchords. It’s a hilarious satrical song that speaks about the hidden truths behind so of our more prominent issues, such as AIDS, high shoe prices, and people dying in the streets.
“What?” she asked looking up from the page.
“I said I think we should give it a break.” Her blue eyes stared back at me. “Us” I explained.
“Why would you want to do that?” She questioned me. “You should know by now if want me or not.”
The machines thrummed, always in time, never faltering. They would go on forever. Repeating their motions. We would all stop one day, never to be again. What is their secret? I know mine.
My life is constantly re[eating itself. Going in circles. Everything never seems to change. If only repeat meant something more than running in circles. Like finding something new every day. Then my life would be set.
Amanda Berg
To me repeat is when something is done over and over again. Also when teams in sports win championships and repeat. As well as making a mistake and having to do it over.
Ariel
“Grand jete, and repeat!”
Honestly woman. How many times can we do the same routine over and over again! I hate ballet. I really do. It’s all about perfection and technique. What I’d really love is street dancing. But my mother is high class and does not approve of any type of dance other than ballet. So here I am. Grand jete, and repeat.
Repetition is way too conmen in the world today. All it is is repetition. Today’s generation just repeats what they say. Individuality is seriously scarce. It worries me. I wish the kids of today could be their own person. The world would grow to be a better place. Nothing repeats itself more than reality. Why not attempt to stop the cycle?
Kayleigh
Definitely, definitely, but but but.. I was thinking of Rainman. then all of a sudden a flash came across my mind. I was repeating myself, stuttering while trying to keep some composure.
repeat. i just had to especially especially when the word is repeat. repeat. its annoying to have to say again again what youre saying. to repeat. i just had to especially especially when the word is repeat.
repeat. a word that can be used in many different ways, for different reasons. it could be a button on a music player used to replay a song or playlist.
Sydney
I always repeat what someone else says, simply because I like the way that it sounds. I’ve never felt like we are all individuals, life is just a giant repetition. We’re all parroting what someone else has said before us. We’re all saying what has already said. We’re all the exact same people that were around 1,000 years ago. One giant repetition.
Elia
and i keep hittin repeatpeatpeatpeat. Well history repeats itself but it is also boring so we are all doomed to be bored over and over and over again. This pattern of monotony will eventually be the end to life as we know it. When you start to see the signs that life as you know it is changing then you should change with it. That will too break the cycle.
Surely I had seen this before, and recently. This was a repeat of the marvelous events last night, but how could I be experiencing them so distinctly again? I had surely signed the contract denying my availability in this realm for this day in August, and although I had yearned to experience her yet again, to do so was forbidden.
Why do I feel like I always repeat myself. How was your day? Fine. Good to hear. How was yours. Fine. Good. What’s for dinner? Whatever you want. Chicken. Fine. Ok, I’m going out now, see you soon. Good night, dear. Rinse. Repeat. How was your day?
Say that phrase again. Listen to the song again. Watch the movie again. Do the new things again. Feel the same things over and over again. Just keep repeating yourself. That’s all what life ever is.
natalie
There are so many things I want to repeat in my life. Repeat the good times I’ve had with my friends and family. I want to repeat the (rare) times at school where I’m having a good time. I want to repeat the times when I feel happy without the the medicine. I want to repeat the times that I’ve had with people that are gone now. Nick and Drew. I miss you guys.
School starts tomorrow. The same day over and over again – Wake up, rush to bus stop, school, come home, homework, youtube. That will be my life starting tomorrow. The same day repeated until next June.
I love you like a love song baby. and i keep hittin repeatpeatpeatpeat. Well history repeats itself but it is also boring so we are all doomed to be bored over and over and over again. This pattern of monotony will eventually be the end to life as we know it. When you start to see the signs that life as you know it is changing then you should change with it. That will too break the cycle.
Britty
I repeat the sane story o ver and over I love you I love you I love you. The result is I feel love I feel love I feel love. If the world would only repeat the same thing, we would live in a world of love and peace. Will you repeat love today?
Karin
Flowing in the Life’s mystical grace from star to star, shining in a brilliant way for all worlds to see. A new epic tale of civilization told, never to be repeat in another reality. Place it gently it on the shelf of God’s eternal library, because your life is a chapter in one of those books.
Repeat. Again the same thoughts came to mind that morning as they did the morning before. The same thoughts: what am i doing? Where am i going? Is there anything for breakfast besides frosted flakes? Life had become mundane, meaningless.
I’ll try to repeat the words for myself to understand better. But every time I think of what he said that day I don’t remember the exact words and everything seems unimportant. We should just try to listen to some music. That is all okay to repeat.
Keep doing all these mistakes over and over again. it isn’t the smartest choice but we do. If we don’t learn our mistakes we are bound to repeat them. Make smarter decisions with your life. Be a better person.
Bri
I repeat myself, others, you. I repeat everything I see, hear, touch, feel. Every sight, every infinite possibility resounds in my head infinitely. Repetitive repetitions. Repeat, Repeat.
Brooke
Repeat is when someone says or does something over and over again. Repeat is also a setting on your iPod. But I can never put my songs on repeat, because it annoys me, and whenever I get past the good part of a song, I just click the “next” button because I don’t want to listen anymore. So yeah, basically there’s no way I could repeat a song over and over again and not get annoyed with it, unless William Beckett is singing, because William Beckett is an angel.
I say it again and again and again and they don’t listen, they never listen. but never doesn’t really exist. it’s negative it’s bad it’s wrong. you’re wrong. and so i repeat and repeat with all the positive in my way and again.
repeat to the beat. i repeat my wishes. the same one every time. the dandelion flies away in the wind and settles in the ground. it carries my repeated wish. repeat my breath repeat my touch and we will live on and repeat. we will become legends. the two of us. dandelion wishes repeated.
repeat is repetition, to do over and over, sometimes in a pointess manner and sometimes it has a little more meaning. I repeat nothing. I keep going in life without looking back to what I have dsone before. But thats ok, I welcome new things that I have never seen or done before. Because with repetition, you can expect everything. Noi surprises, no new experiences. U refuse to live this way. I refuse to travel in an endless circle of repetiotion. I know people who repeat lots of things but they are not truly happy, merely scared to try new things, fearing what other people think or will say. I think repetition is a way to hide from change and hide from judgement. Like those people you see who have to have the same schedule every day and if that schedule is tampered withthey lose their minds
Repeat and rewind. Repeat and rewind. Go over, mull over, regurgitate. I am not in the habit of repeating myself, but days repeat over and over, like a goldfish circling a bowl, mouth miming open and shut, open and shut, repeat and rewind, repeat.
That’s what I said, she said. Then she walked to the other side of the room and left him sitting there thinking that this seems to be what happens all the time. She doesn’t hear him when he evinces his nuanced thinking and thus the same drama always plays out in the same way.
Pete and repeat sit on top of a fence. Pete falls off–who is left? God, that was a terrible joke. I remember kids at school annoying me with that, along with a lot of others. A certain elementary girl’s face comes to mind when I remember, but I can’t recall her name. It wasn’t Edlyn–I remember her well enough. Gods, is it strange that I can remember so much about my elementary years?
I repeat things all the time to try and remember them. like my staff’s names. it’s so hard! however, repeat can be so negatively thought of… people think you have to repeat something to a bad child who isn’t listening or to someone who has a disability. Repeat a class or grade because you weren’t “smart enough”.
doing the same thing over and over again it is what people do every day it makes life boring it also makes life worth living. It makes people both interesting and uninteresting at the same time. Sometimes it even rules peoples lives.
You know, this whole “repeat” thing is getting old. Every time I click ‘go’, you repeat the same word. One word a day? Really? But I’m bored. I need more than repetition. Everyone does. The world does. But that’s all our generation does, in reality. Isn’t it? Repeating style, fashion, hell, even body language. It’s ridiculous. Individually is completely lost.
And if he could keep one memory of her, one constant thought he lived out on repeat for the rest of his days, it would be this: her pajamas rolled over at the waste, and a shirt, his shirt, too big for her, sagging off of her shoulders and tied in a poofy knot above the creamy slice of her naval. Her lips curled up in a smile, the white points of her crystal teeth shining in the day glow of morning. Her front door opened, as he left and looked her over, and into her smile he stared for a moment and he paused because in his mind he thought of never leaving.
mi amor y perfecto amor, me decubro pensandote y viendote tooodos los días, todo el tiempo, a veces siento que nunca apareceras, pero sigo creyendo que lo harás. talvez no hoy, talvez no mañana, pero un día y para siempre…
i fdo not usually like to repeat thingd i say. nor do i like people repeating them for me. repetition id not only a waste of time but can also be humliating for many. Howver with my sisiter i often have to repeat all the things i said but she would harfly remember anything.
songs that i like i put on repeat. i repeat things that interest me. i repeat myself when i feel like i’m not being listened to. i repeat daily routines.repeat repeat repeat. im repeating the word repeat.
One of my favorite songs that is always on repeat is Issues by Flight of the Conchords. It’s a hilarious satrical song that speaks about the hidden truths behind so of our more prominent issues, such as AIDS, high shoe prices, and people dying in the streets.
“What?” she asked looking up from the page.
“I said I think we should give it a break.” Her blue eyes stared back at me. “Us” I explained.
“Why would you want to do that?” She questioned me. “You should know by now if want me or not.”
The machines thrummed, always in time, never faltering. They would go on forever. Repeating their motions. We would all stop one day, never to be again. What is their secret? I know mine.
hi i love you. repeat: love you.
My life is constantly re[eating itself. Going in circles. Everything never seems to change. If only repeat meant something more than running in circles. Like finding something new every day. Then my life would be set.
To me repeat is when something is done over and over again. Also when teams in sports win championships and repeat. As well as making a mistake and having to do it over.
“Grand jete, and repeat!”
Honestly woman. How many times can we do the same routine over and over again! I hate ballet. I really do. It’s all about perfection and technique. What I’d really love is street dancing. But my mother is high class and does not approve of any type of dance other than ballet. So here I am. Grand jete, and repeat.
Repetition is way too conmen in the world today. All it is is repetition. Today’s generation just repeats what they say. Individuality is seriously scarce. It worries me. I wish the kids of today could be their own person. The world would grow to be a better place. Nothing repeats itself more than reality. Why not attempt to stop the cycle?
Definitely, definitely, but but but.. I was thinking of Rainman. then all of a sudden a flash came across my mind. I was repeating myself, stuttering while trying to keep some composure.
repeat. i just had to especially especially when the word is repeat. repeat. its annoying to have to say again again what youre saying. to repeat. i just had to especially especially when the word is repeat.
repeat. a word that can be used in many different ways, for different reasons. it could be a button on a music player used to replay a song or playlist.
I always repeat what someone else says, simply because I like the way that it sounds. I’ve never felt like we are all individuals, life is just a giant repetition. We’re all parroting what someone else has said before us. We’re all saying what has already said. We’re all the exact same people that were around 1,000 years ago. One giant repetition.
and i keep hittin repeatpeatpeatpeat. Well history repeats itself but it is also boring so we are all doomed to be bored over and over and over again. This pattern of monotony will eventually be the end to life as we know it. When you start to see the signs that life as you know it is changing then you should change with it. That will too break the cycle.
Surely I had seen this before, and recently. This was a repeat of the marvelous events last night, but how could I be experiencing them so distinctly again? I had surely signed the contract denying my availability in this realm for this day in August, and although I had yearned to experience her yet again, to do so was forbidden.
Why do I feel like I always repeat myself. How was your day? Fine. Good to hear. How was yours. Fine. Good. What’s for dinner? Whatever you want. Chicken. Fine. Ok, I’m going out now, see you soon. Good night, dear. Rinse. Repeat. How was your day?
Say that phrase again. Listen to the song again. Watch the movie again. Do the new things again. Feel the same things over and over again. Just keep repeating yourself. That’s all what life ever is.
There are so many things I want to repeat in my life. Repeat the good times I’ve had with my friends and family. I want to repeat the (rare) times at school where I’m having a good time. I want to repeat the times when I feel happy without the the medicine. I want to repeat the times that I’ve had with people that are gone now. Nick and Drew. I miss you guys.
School starts tomorrow. The same day over and over again – Wake up, rush to bus stop, school, come home, homework, youtube. That will be my life starting tomorrow. The same day repeated until next June.
I love you like a love song baby. and i keep hittin repeatpeatpeatpeat. Well history repeats itself but it is also boring so we are all doomed to be bored over and over and over again. This pattern of monotony will eventually be the end to life as we know it. When you start to see the signs that life as you know it is changing then you should change with it. That will too break the cycle.
I repeat the sane story o ver and over I love you I love you I love you. The result is I feel love I feel love I feel love. If the world would only repeat the same thing, we would live in a world of love and peace. Will you repeat love today?
Flowing in the Life’s mystical grace from star to star, shining in a brilliant way for all worlds to see. A new epic tale of civilization told, never to be repeat in another reality. Place it gently it on the shelf of God’s eternal library, because your life is a chapter in one of those books.
Repeat. Again the same thoughts came to mind that morning as they did the morning before. The same thoughts: what am i doing? Where am i going? Is there anything for breakfast besides frosted flakes? Life had become mundane, meaningless.
I’ll try to repeat the words for myself to understand better. But every time I think of what he said that day I don’t remember the exact words and everything seems unimportant. We should just try to listen to some music. That is all okay to repeat.
Keep doing all these mistakes over and over again. it isn’t the smartest choice but we do. If we don’t learn our mistakes we are bound to repeat them. Make smarter decisions with your life. Be a better person.
I repeat myself, others, you. I repeat everything I see, hear, touch, feel. Every sight, every infinite possibility resounds in my head infinitely. Repetitive repetitions. Repeat, Repeat.
Repeat is when someone says or does something over and over again. Repeat is also a setting on your iPod. But I can never put my songs on repeat, because it annoys me, and whenever I get past the good part of a song, I just click the “next” button because I don’t want to listen anymore. So yeah, basically there’s no way I could repeat a song over and over again and not get annoyed with it, unless William Beckett is singing, because William Beckett is an angel.
I repeated over and over again but my voice didn’t reach him… He was already gone.
I repeated one last time… I don’t hate you.