riddle
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Hot enough to burn the skin, but not scathing
Interfere with the drop of a pin, watch it float lazily
Inconsistent with its complexion, maybe clear or hazy
Bland and lacking expression, reminiscent of a daydream
Light warms you in winter,
And in summer it makes you say no more.
It snares you by its polish.
Scarcely sometimes welcoming,
But mostly sham and dull.
I asked it, "What so special?
The momentum that comes to mind.
in the blink of an eye.
When your future and past combine.
in a spark of time.
That your life will be affected.
Its known as a crime.
When you're the one suspected.
I'm all you'll ever need
If you cry I'll let you scream
If you thirst I'll leave you be
I don't do anything
But I'll always let you dream
For some this is hard to see
It is not alive
But it can die
Yet it can't seem to survive.
It is not strong
But it can hold on
Yet it can't seem to be wrong.
It is not kept
But it can be handicapped
I wouldn’t be here, no doubt
Missing what I’m talking about
If left uncapped it will dry out
Name something I can’t write without.
The scratches it makes are so fine
Sadly, no answer is online
I have stems that shoot out from top and bottom
I can make you feel both happy and solemn
The only color I wear is black
You always read me from front to back
I met this girl a long while ago
She wasn't right so I had to help her
We became best friends over the years
And then things began to get low
Bullying started and ruined her
Hope for the best,
Plan for the worst,
End up somewhere in the middle.
My life it seems
Is nothing more than a riddle.
A web of words,
With no meaning,
Causing joy, sadness,
In equal amounts each year
It is this we must fear-
For a day cannot expire without it;
I am merely an illusion, thought you seen me? But its confusion, how ill roam through your mind so soothing, yet I’m slowly bruising, your insides, their oozing.
The best kings have it, the worst kings reject it
The trampled peasant is content to have it
But is miserable without it
No money or power can buy it
Yet it equalizes all, for they are seen as the same
My silver cloak, like molten steel,Draws swift the eyes of sons of men.If ground is sea then I am keel,And speed is well within my ken.
I was born on the first day of history
I reveal your life's mystery
I was there for World War One
I have gone through a ton
