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Language Arts Poetry Protfolio

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FC: Language Arts Poetry Portfolio Arjun Rangan

1: Table Of Contents 1. G - S -M - S - T Tribute 2. G - S -M - S - T Tribute 3. Language Arts 4. Self Respect 5. The Oven in the Kitchen 6. The Oven in the Kitchen 7. Somewhere I Belong (Linkin Park song) 8. Somewhere I Belong (Linkin Park song)

2: Gsmst Whats up G? Whats a G? Theres no G, were no G Got no G, need no G’s GSMST has no G’s gSmst S for skill, we got skill. We kill, we love to kill Kill other schools with our amazing skills GSMST and its skills are all up in others grills gsMst M is mad, we’re crazy mad, others get sad, we get mad Late night work, makes us MAD! Stress of school, makes us MAD! This crazy school, makes us MAD! People are mad, we act mad, we act bad, and we got mad skills The few, the mad, the grave, we are GSMST | G -S -M -S -T

3: gsmSt S is superior, only elites can be superior, only the best can be superior, only we can be superior. We may be ulterior, but check out our interior, and then you know, that others are inferior. GSMST, is superiority gsmsT We are TOUGH, we are TIGHT, we are TANTALIZINGLY the best fight You don’t TOUCH us, because we TOUCH you, you can sue, but we will screw We got TALENT, we got fame, everybody play our game – so we can send you back with shame GSMST, we are not “TRIPPIN,” but y’all are “drippin and flippin,” yet we keep “TIPPIN!”

4: A B C Not for me, just look and see D E F Too much heft, such a theft G H I Makes me cry, I wont lie J K L Not so swell, dont do so well M N O No No No, not a pro P Q R Run me over with a car S T U Its like the flu, i will sue V W X Such a hex, in a wreck Y and Z Wont be cheasy, but not so easy | Language Arts

5: Sometimes I study, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I read, sometimes I won’t. Depend on how much homework there is, I might even skip the quiz. It really just depends on what my grades are. I’m not (the average) high school student. And I ain’t built like a buff sports figure. But I learned to have a life while studying each night Because I am a cool nerd. I’m not the average high school student. My worth is not determined by the number of facebook friends. No matter what how smart I am, I will always be I will always be Arjun Rangan. | Self Respect

6: Whats that smell? Wheres that smell? That smell is swell! She dwells that smell! That smell will sell, for it is well! She yells just for the smell, and oven yells back, “wait for the bell.” She steps into the land of food and cuisine And as she spots the oven, she grabs her oven mitts and attacks! The oven opens it mouth, and swallows her whole! The green, mean, killing machine! How she was a pleasant girl with a keen nose, for the oven, she was a snack. Time and time goes, each second with her life leaving her behind What’s that smell? Where’s that smell? The older one, the older sister wonders The horrifying smell! The deathly smell! That putrid smell that she must find! The scent leads her through the house, up and down, room to room, where will she ponder? | The Oven in the Kitchen

7: Into the kitchen she walks! Looks at the sight she stalks! Flying to the oven like a hawk! The smell of one’s charred body, the smell of her dead sister! The smell of the ovens bake! She grabs the mitts of the dead, walks, and with a giant shock, she smashes like a rock! Smash! SMASH! SMASH! Shes out of control! The woman is mad! And then she breaks! The oven, the killer oven, shoots flames atop its head! Raging fire swallows the girl! The girl, she fights her way through fire and flame, and with one pull, she unplugs it. The oven and the girl lay, through tough times – they die together as the flames twirl. The machine awakes from sleep, after 2 good snacks, it slowly creeps. What a fit.

8: (When this began) I had nothing to say And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I let it all out to find That I’m not the only person with these things in mind (Inside of me) But all that they can see the words revealed Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel (Nothing to lose) Just stuck, hollow and alone And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own [Chorus] I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long (Erase all the pain till it’s gone) I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along Somewhere I belong | Somewhere I Belong Linkin Park

9: And I’ve got nothing to say I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face (I was confused) Looking everywhere only to find That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind (So what am I) What do I have but negativity ’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me (Nothing to lose) Nothing to gain, hollow and alone And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own [Repeat Chorus] I will never know myself until I do this on my own And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed I will never be anything till I break away from me I will break away, I'll find myself today [Repeat Chorus] I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong Somewhere I belong

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Arjun Rangan
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  • Title: Language Arts Poetry Protfolio
  • 4 poems by Arjun Rangan with song my linkin park
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  • Published: over 8 years ago