She never shuts up. All she does is repeat herself, over and over again. Does she think I’m not listening? I want to yell, but I restrain myself and listen to the continuous, monotonous repetition.
Repeating it it’s just not worth it. I mean, I did it a hundred times before. Repeating it once again would only make me feel worse. I’d just remember it over and over again. I don’t see the point.
Repetition explains the callouses on the tips of my fingers on the left hand from playing the mandolin. Repetition is a good thing during sex, assuming you’re repeating the right motion. Repetition means codes, binary, a sequence, and explanation.
JJ
repeat the words you once said.
Repeat the looks you gave me.
Repeat the truths you told me.
But don’t repeat the one thing.
The lies.
Ashley
The CD player was stuck on repeat. He gently rapped it against the corner of his desk, but the skipping beat in his ears told him his methods were ineffective. He tapped harder, a bit too hard, and the lid cracked open. The CD popped out and rolled like a wheel under his bed, just beyond the reach of his grasping fingertips.
happens too much, or too little. there’s rarely an in-between. some things are great to repeat, like eating an ice-cream bar or spending time with someone you loved. other things suck, like a shit day at school, or getting hurt. getting hurt really sucks to repeat :/
me
It’s all the same thing, over and over again. the same mistakes I always make. Whether it’s falling over or forgetting or being the stupid idiot I always am, it’s always the same. It’s not even my own dang fault, I was born with it, this stupid disability which cuts my normality, raises the wall between me and my friends, stamping any confidence I can ever seem to light. It’s all like a repeating bar of music, you can live with it at first, but the longer it repeats, the more it grates your nerves, until you can’t get the d*mn thing out of your mind.
Mary
Often in life, we want to repeat the most pleasurable things. The problem with this, is what if we could? How bored would we be. Think of it as this, if all we know was good, would we even know it was ‘good’?
Some people speak very quickly are a often asked to repeat themselves. For the speakers, this can get very annoying. It can also be irritating for the listeners. While you are a student, sometimes you fail to pass a class. These students are generally considered dumb or stupid. To repeat means to do something over. In my Biology class, we are allowed to repeat our tests.
ariel
reapeat what you did repeat what we did don’t repeat mistakes stop repeating that word repeat your kisses and your love don’t regret life has no repetition is just one
-
When you love something in life, the often want is to repeat it. The problem is, what if all your life consisted of was a repeat of your BEST day ever? Yeah, it be pretty fucking cool for a few days. Then, you’d hate it. You’d WISH for a bad day. Life is about the ups and downs. Without a constant up, how would you even know which was which?
Anissa
over and over again, it won’t stop sounding. droning on infinite loop, telling me again how loud it can be. why can’t I get a break? when will the monotony end?
Molly
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and chanted the words she had taught herself.
They had always been her salvation and sanctuary. The day she ever forgot those words would be the day she would never return to real life.
She repeated the words in her mind and in her heart, until they lost all sense and meaning. They became a part of her like breathing or blinking. And the more she repeated them the more she felt sure she would end up convincing herself that they were true.
And he kept repeating, “My mom sells suits to guys in their thirties.”
We kept telling him that’s not what she did and his mom was dead, he was persistent.
sarah g
repeat repeat of what high school? is college really going to be the same as high school? am i going to be the same person i was in high school in college? will my love life repeat itself. will i constantly belittle my selfworth repeat almost seems to be the worst word ever repeat means never moving forward jsut constantly staying in one place
Jordan
Dang it! I keep going back to the home page in the hope that I’ll get a new word. But it just won’t stop giving me the same one. Coincidentally, that word is repeat. Am I getting Punk’d?
John
I repeated to myself what he said. :I love you…I love you…I love you…I cringed at the words. I didn’t want to hear them. Not now, not ever, but especially not now. What could I say in response?
Kira
repeat repeat like what? like when i play that good shit on my ipod and it’s too good so’s i repeat and repeat like broken record with them funky noises that sound good to me, know what i’m sayin? yeah repeat repreatpetoeprereapeatrepeat.
repeat makes me think about forgiveness because forgiveness can be a blessing and a curse if you repeat to forgivie. theyll continue doing something but if u never forgive u will be a jerk
sarah kinney
i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. until i get bored. until i get bored. until i get bored. until i get bored. until i get bored. end
Madie
Sometimes in life things don’t work out the way we want them to the first time around. Sometimes we need to do them again. Trying to do what we once failed in isn’t a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of strength.
John
repeat the things that you used to tell me, it feels like months ago, but it was a week only.
repeat the promise you made to keep me safe, because i feel its been broken.
repeat the only song that fits, like the perfect shoe, but it hurts.
repeat the way you held my hand and kissed me.
repeat the way you sang hey soul sister with me. repeat, repeat, the things i miss the most, the things that hurt the most.
erin hartwig
The musical phrase repeated. The only way to learn, her teacher said. Like those songs that go on and on, inside your head. The only way to learn music by heart, and perform to perfection the shaping of time.
Val
repeat is never having to think of something new, its an old idea or old action, its unexciting and unnecessary if you’ve done it correctly the first time
Emily
over and over and over again. I’m tired of hearing myself talk about the same thing. But I don’t know how to do anything about it. That’s a lie. I could do something but something terrifys me. But I’m afraid of what will happen if the universe gets any louder
meghan
“What?”
“I said I’m going to the store. Do you want anything?”
“…What?”
“Do you want anything at the store?”
“Sorry, what?”
“I’m going to the store. BYE!” *slam*
Emily
i just wrote about this word… okay repeat. keep repeating everything you say in my head. Like a fly carrying a tiny microphone buzzing ever loudly behind my right ear. You are like a bad song whose chorus stains your every thought. Just shut up please.
I hate repeating myself. That’s one of the first things I tell my students on the first say of school. Listen and follow directions the first time. Imagine what an efficient world we would have if nobody ever had to repeat themselves. Jay-Z’s line, “Promise never repeat him…never repeat….never repeat…never repeat” about his dad also sticks in my mind. Genius.
It repeated over and over it my head. My breathing quickened and I grabbed my ears trying to block it out. I slid to the ground and shut my eyes. “Are you okay?” I heard him ask. I just shook my head. He couldn’t see me like this. I wouldn’t let anyone see me like this. I couldn’t gain control of my thoughts. And they started running…so far and so fast away from me. And then the crumpling happened and tears slid out from behind my eyelids. And then I started. His arms and woven around me and he had picked me up. He carried me to my bed, sat me down in his lap and just held me. He just held me close and waited it out with me. I started crying openly even as the pain subsided. “Shhhhh.” he said soothingly rubbing my back. “It’s okay! It’s fine now! Is it gone?” “Yes.” I sobbed, “But…but you saw me. I’m going slowly insane. The madness is already starting to take over. I…I don’t know what to do!” He shifted, “Look at me.” He lifted my face to his. “Even if you go completely, I will always love you.”
And I cried even harder as I hugged closer to me.
Repeat is something done over and over again. Some that you do non-stop.
Amanda
It makes me think of the fact that all life is a repeating cycle. That everything will eventually start over and go back to a beginning. It’s a truth about life, and anything else. We only have one life to remember right now, but I believe we’ve lived countless times over and over again. A cycle in which repeats.
Toria
repeat life. over and over agian. make mistakes. learn. forget and repeat the mistakes. learn some more. forget until you get it right. rinse, wash, repeat.
Nicole Viscount
I repeated I love you to him, the words that I rarely ever said to anyone. This time I meant it, I knew I would give my life for his. His voice made me shiver, his touch drove my heart crazy, everything abot him was Perfect. Yet, what hurt the most was knowing that he didn’t feel the same way, I could see it in his eyes…
and i keep hitting it
songs
music
the good times
love
pea
going back
again
coming back
taylor
The monotony of a task performed so many times, no possible insight or gain can be made from repeating it other than the dull immediacy of its completion. The only light at the end of the tunnel is its ingrained neural processing makes it thoughtless, and thus painless.
She never shuts up. All she does is repeat herself, over and over again. Does she think I’m not listening? I want to yell, but I restrain myself and listen to the continuous, monotonous repetition.
Repeat.
Repeat what?
Hang on, let me start again.
Repeat.
Repeat history?
Hmm.
Lemme give it another shot.
Repeat.
think about it all
and see what you can write
make sure you don’t repeat you’re thoughts
or you’ll never progress forward
sorry…
say it again
i said to the man
make it more clear
so that i hear
you make your stand
as you take my hand
and repeat again
i’m your girlfriend
© L
Reload. Reload. Reload.
That could have been my brother.
That could have been my friend.
That could have been me.
Reload. Reload. Reload.
Repeating it it’s just not worth it. I mean, I did it a hundred times before. Repeating it once again would only make me feel worse. I’d just remember it over and over again. I don’t see the point.
Repetition explains the callouses on the tips of my fingers on the left hand from playing the mandolin. Repetition is a good thing during sex, assuming you’re repeating the right motion. Repetition means codes, binary, a sequence, and explanation.
repeat the words you once said.
Repeat the looks you gave me.
Repeat the truths you told me.
But don’t repeat the one thing.
The lies.
The CD player was stuck on repeat. He gently rapped it against the corner of his desk, but the skipping beat in his ears told him his methods were ineffective. He tapped harder, a bit too hard, and the lid cracked open. The CD popped out and rolled like a wheel under his bed, just beyond the reach of his grasping fingertips.
happens too much, or too little. there’s rarely an in-between. some things are great to repeat, like eating an ice-cream bar or spending time with someone you loved. other things suck, like a shit day at school, or getting hurt. getting hurt really sucks to repeat :/
It’s all the same thing, over and over again. the same mistakes I always make. Whether it’s falling over or forgetting or being the stupid idiot I always am, it’s always the same. It’s not even my own dang fault, I was born with it, this stupid disability which cuts my normality, raises the wall between me and my friends, stamping any confidence I can ever seem to light. It’s all like a repeating bar of music, you can live with it at first, but the longer it repeats, the more it grates your nerves, until you can’t get the d*mn thing out of your mind.
Often in life, we want to repeat the most pleasurable things. The problem with this, is what if we could? How bored would we be. Think of it as this, if all we know was good, would we even know it was ‘good’?
Some people speak very quickly are a often asked to repeat themselves. For the speakers, this can get very annoying. It can also be irritating for the listeners. While you are a student, sometimes you fail to pass a class. These students are generally considered dumb or stupid. To repeat means to do something over. In my Biology class, we are allowed to repeat our tests.
reapeat what you did repeat what we did don’t repeat mistakes stop repeating that word repeat your kisses and your love don’t regret life has no repetition is just one
When you love something in life, the often want is to repeat it. The problem is, what if all your life consisted of was a repeat of your BEST day ever? Yeah, it be pretty fucking cool for a few days. Then, you’d hate it. You’d WISH for a bad day. Life is about the ups and downs. Without a constant up, how would you even know which was which?
over and over again, it won’t stop sounding. droning on infinite loop, telling me again how loud it can be. why can’t I get a break? when will the monotony end?
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and chanted the words she had taught herself.
They had always been her salvation and sanctuary. The day she ever forgot those words would be the day she would never return to real life.
She repeated the words in her mind and in her heart, until they lost all sense and meaning. They became a part of her like breathing or blinking. And the more she repeated them the more she felt sure she would end up convincing herself that they were true.
And he kept repeating, “My mom sells suits to guys in their thirties.”
We kept telling him that’s not what she did and his mom was dead, he was persistent.
repeat repeat of what high school? is college really going to be the same as high school? am i going to be the same person i was in high school in college? will my love life repeat itself. will i constantly belittle my selfworth repeat almost seems to be the worst word ever repeat means never moving forward jsut constantly staying in one place
Dang it! I keep going back to the home page in the hope that I’ll get a new word. But it just won’t stop giving me the same one. Coincidentally, that word is repeat. Am I getting Punk’d?
I repeated to myself what he said. :I love you…I love you…I love you…I cringed at the words. I didn’t want to hear them. Not now, not ever, but especially not now. What could I say in response?
repeat repeat like what? like when i play that good shit on my ipod and it’s too good so’s i repeat and repeat like broken record with them funky noises that sound good to me, know what i’m sayin? yeah repeat repreatpetoeprereapeatrepeat.
duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.duck.
repeat makes me think about forgiveness because forgiveness can be a blessing and a curse if you repeat to forgivie. theyll continue doing something but if u never forgive u will be a jerk
i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. i like to repeat things. until i get bored. until i get bored. until i get bored. until i get bored. until i get bored. end
Sometimes in life things don’t work out the way we want them to the first time around. Sometimes we need to do them again. Trying to do what we once failed in isn’t a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of strength.
repeat the things that you used to tell me, it feels like months ago, but it was a week only.
repeat the promise you made to keep me safe, because i feel its been broken.
repeat the only song that fits, like the perfect shoe, but it hurts.
repeat the way you held my hand and kissed me.
repeat the way you sang hey soul sister with me. repeat, repeat, the things i miss the most, the things that hurt the most.
The musical phrase repeated. The only way to learn, her teacher said. Like those songs that go on and on, inside your head. The only way to learn music by heart, and perform to perfection the shaping of time.
repeat is never having to think of something new, its an old idea or old action, its unexciting and unnecessary if you’ve done it correctly the first time
over and over and over again. I’m tired of hearing myself talk about the same thing. But I don’t know how to do anything about it. That’s a lie. I could do something but something terrifys me. But I’m afraid of what will happen if the universe gets any louder
“What?”
“I said I’m going to the store. Do you want anything?”
“…What?”
“Do you want anything at the store?”
“Sorry, what?”
“I’m going to the store. BYE!” *slam*
i just wrote about this word… okay repeat. keep repeating everything you say in my head. Like a fly carrying a tiny microphone buzzing ever loudly behind my right ear. You are like a bad song whose chorus stains your every thought. Just shut up please.
I hate repeating myself. That’s one of the first things I tell my students on the first say of school. Listen and follow directions the first time. Imagine what an efficient world we would have if nobody ever had to repeat themselves. Jay-Z’s line, “Promise never repeat him…never repeat….never repeat…never repeat” about his dad also sticks in my mind. Genius.
It repeated over and over it my head. My breathing quickened and I grabbed my ears trying to block it out. I slid to the ground and shut my eyes. “Are you okay?” I heard him ask. I just shook my head. He couldn’t see me like this. I wouldn’t let anyone see me like this. I couldn’t gain control of my thoughts. And they started running…so far and so fast away from me. And then the crumpling happened and tears slid out from behind my eyelids. And then I started. His arms and woven around me and he had picked me up. He carried me to my bed, sat me down in his lap and just held me. He just held me close and waited it out with me. I started crying openly even as the pain subsided. “Shhhhh.” he said soothingly rubbing my back. “It’s okay! It’s fine now! Is it gone?” “Yes.” I sobbed, “But…but you saw me. I’m going slowly insane. The madness is already starting to take over. I…I don’t know what to do!” He shifted, “Look at me.” He lifted my face to his. “Even if you go completely, I will always love you.”
And I cried even harder as I hugged closer to me.
Repeat is something done over and over again. Some that you do non-stop.
It makes me think of the fact that all life is a repeating cycle. That everything will eventually start over and go back to a beginning. It’s a truth about life, and anything else. We only have one life to remember right now, but I believe we’ve lived countless times over and over again. A cycle in which repeats.
repeat life. over and over agian. make mistakes. learn. forget and repeat the mistakes. learn some more. forget until you get it right. rinse, wash, repeat.
I repeated I love you to him, the words that I rarely ever said to anyone. This time I meant it, I knew I would give my life for his. His voice made me shiver, his touch drove my heart crazy, everything abot him was Perfect. Yet, what hurt the most was knowing that he didn’t feel the same way, I could see it in his eyes…
and i keep hitting it
songs
music
the good times
love
pea
going back
again
coming back
The monotony of a task performed so many times, no possible insight or gain can be made from repeating it other than the dull immediacy of its completion. The only light at the end of the tunnel is its ingrained neural processing makes it thoughtless, and thus painless.