I'm full of holes

I'm full of holes
but still water I hold

What am I?

Goes into the water red

What goes into the water red and comes out black?

What is it?

What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?

What is it?

What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?

I'm put on table

I'm put on table
I'm cut often
but I'm never eaten.
What am I?

Poke your fingers in my eyes

Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all.

It

He who has it doesn not tell it, he who takes it does not know it, he who knows it does not want it. What is it?