Gawjous Idiot 
| writing poems is my outlet, sorry if they're lame they're usually written in a moment of intense emotion. |
| Poem title | Voter rating | Comments |
|---|---|---|
| My life | 9 | 2 |
| Dancing Queen | 9 | 4 |
| Cake | 9 | 2 |
| Danger | 9 | 2 |
| you are the one | 9 | 5 |
| Don't trust me | 9 | 3 |
| Please no. | 9 | 1 |
| Put a price on it | 9 | 1 |
| So so nasty | 9 | 4 |
| They've got nothin on you, baby | 9 | 2 |
| her. | 9 | 2 |
| "if you wet it, you can get it anytime you want" | 9 | 3 |
| tell me what it looks like. | 4.5 | 1 |
| Running always running | 9 | |
| who are you? | 9 | 1 |
| Glass | 9 | 1 |
| disgust | 9 | 1 |
| sweat pools | 9 | |
| robots | 9 | |
| What kills you? | 9 | |
| 9 days | 9 | |
| preppy white bitch | 9 | 4 |
| Chamber of Thoughts | 9 | |
| That way (song) | 7 | |
| beautiful morning | 9 | |
| Mothers Day | 9 | 2 |
| fur coats and leather boots | 9 | 1 |
| Sunday | 9 | 2 |
| New York | 9 | 1 |
| Shooting Star (moment of weakness) | 9 | 4 |
| rockhard | 9 | 2 |
| Act alone | 9 | 2 |
| run off | 9 | 1 |
| Chopping Block | 9 | 1 |
| Its cold in the dark | ||
| Tapp | ||
| fuck you mother dear. | 9 |