once you repeat it, you cant pretend you didnt say it. Though once you ask you can’t ask again or you seem stupid or it seems as if you dont listen at all. to repeat, a dancing beat much like a stoccato in my brain… over and over again. Listen
megan
the thoughts keep on and on. on repeat. and no matter how hard I try to pause them or even rewind or fast forward, they do nothing but loop continually through my aching brain. it needs rest. it needs sleep. it needs peace. but it receives nothing, but repeats.
whitney
after me
sequence
rinse and repeat
failed high school
spanish class
dumb
flashbacks
memorization
dance
hair
in high school i had to repeat a few english classes in order to recieve my diploma. i dont like this game i feel i am not doing this right. maybe i have to repeat it
laila maza
something love to do and I find very comforting because it make me understand things more. I do this when I am learning lines or if I want to make myself believe something. I love repeating things I suppose since we are creatures of habit it is only natural to find it comforting I suppose. I know it is silly.
Tats
if i could go day by day without hearing the mistakes ive made in my mind over and over i would give anything i wonder if the things i am doing are right now…i repeat my ideas and actions in my mind constantly it is tiring…i just want the thoughts to cease
ginger
I’m listening to you as if you were on repeat. You keep saying the same things over and over, but we both know it’s just hot air. I swear this sorry is the same sorry from yesterday.
Yazmin R
repeat after me. I am awesome. So awesome that I’m visiting Richa at school. I’ll be here soon. I’m pretty excited about it. I mean lots of parties, meeting people, and you get to learn! Learn about things in school. That’s why I’m going to college. That and to become a doctor and make lots of money. I feel like I sound like a child right now. Oh well. Bye!
I often repeat myself when I get nervous and well you I just repeat myself. When I get nervous. Oh did I already say that.
Cedric
Over and over and over again. What happened. How it happened. Why it happened. Repeating, in my head. Was it me? How? I would never, I could never. This wasn’t my fault. Yet I was the one suffering for what had happened. I doubt myself, or should I?
Angie
Repetition is an inherent part of our lives. It is my understanding that we learn best under some form of repetition. This means that most of our best and most important recollections way come from various instances in time, which might meld into one general texture of personality and knowledge.
Time and again, like a washing machine. Do you like doing it? Then I guess it’s okay. You don’t? Well nothing’s going to change it except disaster or you. Rinse, wash, repeat. Don’t spend your life shampooing your hair.
Natasha
To be held,
To feel loved,
To be warm.
Oh how I desire
The flame I want to hold fears it’ll be a forest fire.
How to reassure that there is no reason to fear,
I do not know but
For him I’d spend a day in the snow.
I dare not tell him so.
Instead I run on repeat,
trying to put on a loving show.
In hopes that one day the circles
will become a line for he to walk with me
On replay throughout time.
To do things over and over again. Things you love. Travelling. Watching movies. Photographs. Repeating feelings, Reapeating a song. Memories coming back.
Sandra Nelson
Repetition is an inherent part of everyone’s life. It is my theory that all things are learned through repetition, thus all recollections may refer to various instances of a certain time. This means that it is entirely possible that our memories can meld into one another to create a general texture of personality.
Matt
this is what you do when you want to do something again. like i don’t want to repeat the same old shit i’ve gotten myself into all last year. but i kind of feel like that may happen despite my best intentions. oh well, you know. shit happens. i just want something new. no repeats. no old flames. but old flames can be comfortlable on a cold night.
Afgan
Could you please repeat that – I couldn’t hear what you were saying. Really? You want me to meet you in Paris? That would be Paris, France, and not Paris, Texas, yes?
It was like repeating all those summer nights packed into one. They sat and talked for hours recounting the past, enjoying the present, and worrying about the future. The clouds seemed to be the only way they knew time was passing as they shared moments of weakness and stories of great joy, getting to know a bit more about each other before the end of summer. With those summer nights so limited, it was their last and final chance to pack it all into one, and the fact that it was so late and they had to get up so early didn’t matter; only the moment did.
Like an endless eight turned end on end – the same words, hopes, choices and silly mistakes. Year upon year of nights fading into bleary days, summers into winter only to repeat themselves again. And yet, like all things, this too passes leaving distant memories behind.
Repeat the tune to the melody of your heart. It so happens that it’s the song you’ve always dreamed of, the one that speaks to you; it’s the song that defines your life. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. You are human. You have life. Breathe.
Yanill Osoria-Pascual
repeat can mean alot of things but right now my relationship fucking sucks and guess what its because he keeps repeating the same shit over and over again like dude come on if you really want this to work then you would fucking change stuff not repeat it and make thing worse. i can’t stand the word repeat it’s the meaning of a cycle and i hate cycles
nicole
I’d like you to repeat what you just said Mister Tate.
I got up slowly and rose to the stand.
“I never ate his potato salad, I never even stood near his food. Or near his table.”
Eunice
One day I was walking along the street near a park by my house. I went there every day for six months. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I’d do more, but I’m scared of what change will bring. Repeat.
One day I was hanging out with my friends at school. I did that every day for six months. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I’d make more friends, but I’m scared of what change will bring. Repeat.
One day, I met a boy. We started dating. We dated for six months. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I’d date others, but I’m scared of what change will bring. Repeat.
One day, after six months of repeating, I stopped, and did something different. I walked somewhere new, got new friends, dated a new guy.
One day I was walking along the street near a store by my house. I went there every day for six months.
Repeat.
Kayla
Repeat is to do or say something multiple times. Like over and over and over again. I think repeating things is a waste of time. Why repeat something if you can start something new? It doesn’t make sense.
Darcy Campbell
Repeat the morning in the night. Mix it up. Hit the snooze button
Repeat. Intake, breath out, escape.
Listen carefully, twist and dye with rainbow dew. Reguritate.
Enrage the world, soothe childrens fears. Go to bed with the moon. Restart. Hit the snooze button. Pull the alarm out.
Wake up refreshed.
Sarah Bunn
repeat, repeat, repeat… tis the story of my life… One gets to be a little self actualized when
c
it’s the same thing over & over again.
just different people.
different settings.
same thoughts.
same situations.
constant repetition.
Jenny
There was never such a silence in my life. How could I repeat what I just told her? She acted as if she didn’t understood, when we both knew exactly what had happened. We were over, done, finished. No matter how many times I told her, it would not change my mind. Repeat myself? I could never.
Allyson
Some people listen to a song on repeat. Especially when people really like the particular song. I prefer to never listen to a song more than once in a single day. But that’s just me. I can’t stand to hear the same old things every day. I need variety.
Morgan Sandoval
repeat in the word is repeat we repeat our mistakes in life and we then decide if we were wrong and then we repeat it over and make it right.
Things repeat for me, too. Failures repeat for me, and I never seem to learn from my mistakes. I hate it… yet I just let it repeat. repeat. repeat.
Belle
It makes me think of a record. Like skipping. Like the one in Lost or like the way they’re stuck travelling back and forth through time and Daniel Faraday compares it to being a skipping record. Always repeating. I also want to type repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat.
Ainsley
repeat repeat repeat i could repeat a word or sentence or a phrase forever. things can be repeated forever. and i repeat many things throughout my life. i wake up every morning and go to sleep everynight. i brush my teeth every day even twice a day. and now ive repeated several words through this small paragaph. in the word repeat the letter ‘e’ is repeated two times.
kaz
to say it again, to do something again, redo, to eat some more of the same
maria vigo
I have the same words, on repeat in my head.”just get out, just get out” Someties it reveberates in my brain, my thoughts. sometimes it’s just one word, one syllable, just.get.out. everywhere I look, the same thing repeats in my head about what I need to do next, just get out. i don’t know where this came from, I don’t know why but I know that that is what I need to do. Sometimes I feel like it is the only thing I live by. Not God, not love, not happines, just to get out. But where, where would this mantra take me? Would I walk amongst monks in Tibet, would I tramp alongside fashionable Parisians or would I just get outside of my home?
Amy
same things over and over again. useless, meaningless. pathetic lies trying to escape and fill the void. nothing seems right. no reason to repeat the things. once was enough to hurt. no need to repeat the words that hurt so much. stop…no more repeat.
Beatriz
Isn’t it funny that they always want you to repeat what you said when what you feel you said wasn’t that important at all—and yet, when what you say is crucial to you, no one is ever listening?
I repeated the word aloud to the child again “sy-non-y-mous” I almost cried as I repeated the syllables loudly trying to get the student to understand. His blank stare almost brought the tears to the surface as I once again began my instruction and the child once again gained a glazed look over his eyes as he stared blankly at me
Ben
Repeat. Repeat. Destroy all humans. These are the orders issued from Cyberbox 003. Repeat. Destroy all humans. End of message.
Repetition. One after the other after the other after the other after the other. Boredom. Memorization. A gradual wearing down of the joints and drooping of the eyelids. Repeat after me. A A B B C C…and so on. Tradition. A passing down, a handing off.
once you repeat it, you cant pretend you didnt say it. Though once you ask you can’t ask again or you seem stupid or it seems as if you dont listen at all. to repeat, a dancing beat much like a stoccato in my brain… over and over again. Listen
the thoughts keep on and on. on repeat. and no matter how hard I try to pause them or even rewind or fast forward, they do nothing but loop continually through my aching brain. it needs rest. it needs sleep. it needs peace. but it receives nothing, but repeats.
after me
sequence
rinse and repeat
failed high school
spanish class
dumb
flashbacks
memorization
dance
hair
in high school i had to repeat a few english classes in order to recieve my diploma. i dont like this game i feel i am not doing this right. maybe i have to repeat it
something love to do and I find very comforting because it make me understand things more. I do this when I am learning lines or if I want to make myself believe something. I love repeating things I suppose since we are creatures of habit it is only natural to find it comforting I suppose. I know it is silly.
if i could go day by day without hearing the mistakes ive made in my mind over and over i would give anything i wonder if the things i am doing are right now…i repeat my ideas and actions in my mind constantly it is tiring…i just want the thoughts to cease
I’m listening to you as if you were on repeat. You keep saying the same things over and over, but we both know it’s just hot air. I swear this sorry is the same sorry from yesterday.
repeat after me. I am awesome. So awesome that I’m visiting Richa at school. I’ll be here soon. I’m pretty excited about it. I mean lots of parties, meeting people, and you get to learn! Learn about things in school. That’s why I’m going to college. That and to become a doctor and make lots of money. I feel like I sound like a child right now. Oh well. Bye!
/: repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat automaton repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat don’t think just write repeat repeat repeat repeat machine repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat don’t think just write repeat repeat repeat don’t think just write repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat don’t think just write : //
I often repeat myself when I get nervous and well you I just repeat myself. When I get nervous. Oh did I already say that.
Over and over and over again. What happened. How it happened. Why it happened. Repeating, in my head. Was it me? How? I would never, I could never. This wasn’t my fault. Yet I was the one suffering for what had happened. I doubt myself, or should I?
Repetition is an inherent part of our lives. It is my understanding that we learn best under some form of repetition. This means that most of our best and most important recollections way come from various instances in time, which might meld into one general texture of personality and knowledge.
Time and again, like a washing machine. Do you like doing it? Then I guess it’s okay. You don’t? Well nothing’s going to change it except disaster or you. Rinse, wash, repeat. Don’t spend your life shampooing your hair.
To be held,
To feel loved,
To be warm.
Oh how I desire
The flame I want to hold fears it’ll be a forest fire.
How to reassure that there is no reason to fear,
I do not know but
For him I’d spend a day in the snow.
I dare not tell him so.
Instead I run on repeat,
trying to put on a loving show.
In hopes that one day the circles
will become a line for he to walk with me
On replay throughout time.
To do things over and over again. Things you love. Travelling. Watching movies. Photographs. Repeating feelings, Reapeating a song. Memories coming back.
Repetition is an inherent part of everyone’s life. It is my theory that all things are learned through repetition, thus all recollections may refer to various instances of a certain time. This means that it is entirely possible that our memories can meld into one another to create a general texture of personality.
this is what you do when you want to do something again. like i don’t want to repeat the same old shit i’ve gotten myself into all last year. but i kind of feel like that may happen despite my best intentions. oh well, you know. shit happens. i just want something new. no repeats. no old flames. but old flames can be comfortlable on a cold night.
Could you please repeat that – I couldn’t hear what you were saying. Really? You want me to meet you in Paris? That would be Paris, France, and not Paris, Texas, yes?
It was like repeating all those summer nights packed into one. They sat and talked for hours recounting the past, enjoying the present, and worrying about the future. The clouds seemed to be the only way they knew time was passing as they shared moments of weakness and stories of great joy, getting to know a bit more about each other before the end of summer. With those summer nights so limited, it was their last and final chance to pack it all into one, and the fact that it was so late and they had to get up so early didn’t matter; only the moment did.
Like an endless eight turned end on end – the same words, hopes, choices and silly mistakes. Year upon year of nights fading into bleary days, summers into winter only to repeat themselves again. And yet, like all things, this too passes leaving distant memories behind.
Repeat the tune to the melody of your heart. It so happens that it’s the song you’ve always dreamed of, the one that speaks to you; it’s the song that defines your life. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP. You are human. You have life. Breathe.
repeat can mean alot of things but right now my relationship fucking sucks and guess what its because he keeps repeating the same shit over and over again like dude come on if you really want this to work then you would fucking change stuff not repeat it and make thing worse. i can’t stand the word repeat it’s the meaning of a cycle and i hate cycles
I’d like you to repeat what you just said Mister Tate.
I got up slowly and rose to the stand.
“I never ate his potato salad, I never even stood near his food. Or near his table.”
One day I was walking along the street near a park by my house. I went there every day for six months. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I’d do more, but I’m scared of what change will bring. Repeat.
One day I was hanging out with my friends at school. I did that every day for six months. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I’d make more friends, but I’m scared of what change will bring. Repeat.
One day, I met a boy. We started dating. We dated for six months. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I’d date others, but I’m scared of what change will bring. Repeat.
One day, after six months of repeating, I stopped, and did something different. I walked somewhere new, got new friends, dated a new guy.
One day I was walking along the street near a store by my house. I went there every day for six months.
Repeat.
Repeat is to do or say something multiple times. Like over and over and over again. I think repeating things is a waste of time. Why repeat something if you can start something new? It doesn’t make sense.
Repeat the morning in the night. Mix it up. Hit the snooze button
Repeat. Intake, breath out, escape.
Listen carefully, twist and dye with rainbow dew. Reguritate.
Enrage the world, soothe childrens fears. Go to bed with the moon. Restart. Hit the snooze button. Pull the alarm out.
Wake up refreshed.
repeat, repeat, repeat… tis the story of my life… One gets to be a little self actualized when
it’s the same thing over & over again.
just different people.
different settings.
same thoughts.
same situations.
constant repetition.
There was never such a silence in my life. How could I repeat what I just told her? She acted as if she didn’t understood, when we both knew exactly what had happened. We were over, done, finished. No matter how many times I told her, it would not change my mind. Repeat myself? I could never.
Some people listen to a song on repeat. Especially when people really like the particular song. I prefer to never listen to a song more than once in a single day. But that’s just me. I can’t stand to hear the same old things every day. I need variety.
repeat in the word is repeat we repeat our mistakes in life and we then decide if we were wrong and then we repeat it over and make it right.
Wow. Have I ever seen this word. Too many times.
Things repeat for me, too. Failures repeat for me, and I never seem to learn from my mistakes. I hate it… yet I just let it repeat. repeat. repeat.
It makes me think of a record. Like skipping. Like the one in Lost or like the way they’re stuck travelling back and forth through time and Daniel Faraday compares it to being a skipping record. Always repeating. I also want to type repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat.
repeat repeat repeat i could repeat a word or sentence or a phrase forever. things can be repeated forever. and i repeat many things throughout my life. i wake up every morning and go to sleep everynight. i brush my teeth every day even twice a day. and now ive repeated several words through this small paragaph. in the word repeat the letter ‘e’ is repeated two times.
to say it again, to do something again, redo, to eat some more of the same
I have the same words, on repeat in my head.”just get out, just get out” Someties it reveberates in my brain, my thoughts. sometimes it’s just one word, one syllable, just.get.out. everywhere I look, the same thing repeats in my head about what I need to do next, just get out. i don’t know where this came from, I don’t know why but I know that that is what I need to do. Sometimes I feel like it is the only thing I live by. Not God, not love, not happines, just to get out. But where, where would this mantra take me? Would I walk amongst monks in Tibet, would I tramp alongside fashionable Parisians or would I just get outside of my home?
same things over and over again. useless, meaningless. pathetic lies trying to escape and fill the void. nothing seems right. no reason to repeat the things. once was enough to hurt. no need to repeat the words that hurt so much. stop…no more repeat.
Isn’t it funny that they always want you to repeat what you said when what you feel you said wasn’t that important at all—and yet, when what you say is crucial to you, no one is ever listening?
I repeated the word aloud to the child again “sy-non-y-mous” I almost cried as I repeated the syllables loudly trying to get the student to understand. His blank stare almost brought the tears to the surface as I once again began my instruction and the child once again gained a glazed look over his eyes as he stared blankly at me
Repeat. Repeat. Destroy all humans. These are the orders issued from Cyberbox 003. Repeat. Destroy all humans. End of message.
Repetition. One after the other after the other after the other after the other. Boredom. Memorization. A gradual wearing down of the joints and drooping of the eyelids. Repeat after me. A A B B C C…and so on. Tradition. A passing down, a handing off.