My skeleton keeps my shape. He helps keep me afloat. I used to cross enemy lines, but now I catch minds. You might think I'm my bouncy cousin, but I'm more like the stronger version.

I control a box from across the room, Yet I’m always missing when you actually need me.

A bunch of impaled horses Bobbing up and down Centrifugal forces One word that's a noun

I'm a twisted little thing, found in places where styling is everything. I hold and fold styles with an air of mystery.

I split what’s whole and guide your way, One choice becomes two paths to weigh. I feed the mouth and shape the road What am I, with points bestowed?