Tipsy Poetry (English)

Very illusions

Scary window near at the end
Some say spooky others keep their lip sled
Another year end, here it go twenty
Doing like yours, damn its funny

The eye sight goes foggy
It is cold and the soup it goes soggy
Another step and it keeps crawling
Cold wind, keep touching

Side sliding not seeing
Keeps walking but it timing
Closing eyes not enough
Scaredy cat yet not tough

When clock is ticking
Heartbeats kicking
Some hold the bond
Say it goes by the land

Winter here yet its summer
Talking fast yet its stutter
Be warm so could cuddle
Mind is on doodle

Writing is on the old napkin
The ink maybe not enough to called a pen
Here it is at the bleachers waiting to happen
Fingers curled, crying to have written

No specific reason
At the end of open season
Shadows keeps lurking
Whispers who keep dancing

Got irritated, closing eyes
Stab to the hearted ice
Horns with spice
Wings that could lies

Red on the floor
Knife hiding may it occur
Wrecking sound at door
Afraid deep to core

Shouting but not good
Whimpering but it should
Many gossips that told
Many attempt to hold

Lying at soft mattress
Crying at the stress
Can say but speechless
Closing to dreamless