Something Dark Inside
Comes as wooden as a tree,
Covered in paint, don’t you see,
Makes you laugh, or run and hide,
For it has something dark inside.
A pencil. It’s wooden, is covered in paint and the output of a pencil in the form of writing or art can make you laugh or cry. And graphite is the dark part inside.
Growing Tall But Never Fat
This on this.
That on that.
Growing tall,
but never fat.
What am I?
A stack.
By Sef Daystrom
A Box Without Hinges
A box without hinges, key or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
What is it?
An egg.
(From J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit)
Where I Never Was
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see. What am I?
A reflection
Alive Without Breath
Alive without breath,
As cold as death,
Clad in mail never clinking,
Never thirsty, ever drinking
A fish.
I Am Here, I Am There
I am here, I am there
I am burned into the mind of none
I walk on fire and live on ice
My words are meaningless for I talk not
I hate everyone yet fear no one
I have lived for centuries
Yet I have never existed
What am I?
Nothingness.