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You should never trust a disabled person, Most are nice and polite and kind, But some are evil without mercy for others, Tearing up what happiness they find.

Slowly swaying through the city streets, The city wanderer makes his way, Unwavering progress towards his goal, The same path he takes each day.

Don’t call me a poltergeist if you please, I don’t mess or push anything unlike most, I love everything tidy and in its own place, Also never ever call me a common ghost.

The biggest poetry night in Leicester had it's first poetry slam competition and I came third! Here are some photographs from the night (Cred: Andrew Lee for WORD!(Instagram: photography_andrewlee)

In a deep sided valley in a rugged land, The river bursting with its collected rain, Surrounded by the audience of autumn, Trooping the colours on November pain.

Hear the rustling through the forest, Hear the calls of saws in use, See flashes of light under the leaves, The shadow rangers are loose.

Journey into nowhere On a narrow boat made of holy smoke, On the river of the other moons, Passing by the newly sown fields of gold, Producing ripe and juicy doubloons.

A timeless landscape of moments on fire, Burning various bridges to the passed, Flames of gold roaring against the infinity, This inferno’s energy is endlessly vast.

This poem isn’t sponsored by diet coke, Or sugar free super strength water, Its not affiliated with the latest technology, Especially not a talking toy daughter.

It was a dark and bleak existence, In the mist and rain of the north, The black shroud of the night time, Replaced by fog as day comes forth.