You can carry me to help you see when it’s dark. Most are electric these days, but I used to be open flame Add a common first name in front of me and you ALMOST have a fun Halloween decoration.

No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?

My first four, the opposite of a whisper. My last two, if you get hurt, you might utter. Put me together for a coldplay song.

A surface of glistening waves is what I'm made of, sometimes to large to see the far end. Yet an ocean or sea I am not. Naturally I am filled, tho all round the year humans find a way to have fun with me.

Having plenty can make you feel grand, But pulling it in public is seldom well-planned. It bends sometimes, yet stands erect, Always capped with a head, you'd expect. It gives you nerve, keeps you steady and fine- Name it carefully: what is mine?