Drink it, weather it may heal or destroy you lays upon the identity of it’s ingredients. Don’t let the blood pour from, but into the potion that lies before you in the little glass of destiny.
pour me a cup
a cup, a cure
make me pure
make me warm
and God please swarm
me w/ your touch-
teach & puncture
& rip me to pieces:
I need lessons,
I confess my transgression
so blanket me with the changing
leaves & let these lovers leave me be.
Das Lebenselixier. Es ist flüssig. Es enthält herbe Stoffe, eigentlich sollten sie süß sein, aber ich kann keine Süße auf der Zunge ertragen und nur für mich wurde ein herbes Elixier entwickelt. Es bringt Energie. Und Mut. Klarheit. Wissensessenzen.
‘One,’ he said, ‘contains the elixir of life, of eternal youth, strength, sexual prowess and beauty.’
‘What’s in the other one?’ our hero asked.
The wizard eyed him warily. ‘Two litres of my piss. Choose wisely.’
‘I think I’ll pass…’
‘Drink my piss!’ The wizard was becoming quite belligerent.
I need some elixir to find some serenity or balance, it seems. I wish meditation alone or a good life would do it alone. It is too hard, too expensive to be so nuts and manic.
“Take your time, drink it deeply, because you will never go back and your world will never be the same.” Forgetting herself, she threw it back in hopes of forgetting them.
He drank. He drank deeply from the bottle, letting the alcohol sear his throat. It was a slow burn, a dull, familiar burn, that no longer felt like much of a burn at all.
a potion that you can make at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. professor snape teaches how to mix elixers, pickle victory, and put a stopper to death. bottle fame, brew fortune, even score with hot chicks.
what is it,mysterious thing? a glass of superb wine? fresh air on a superb sunny day? or at a mountaintop? whatever makes you feel exalted, at peace with life, good to be here? my good cup of coffee…
elixir reminds me of Harry Potter because I remember they had a potion with the same name.. also elixir reminds of the will to live.. because I don’t know.. the elixir of live is supposed to make you immortal!
so elixir is basically.. a very.. exotic word.
Elixir reminds me of a pixie too.. that’s the sort of name I would name my pixie. :)
Oooo. It’s a nice name for a cute little puppy too!
The world elixir always brings harry potter to my mind. There is a magical feel to the word even if that might not be what it is about. I feel like they are there to fix things in our life. Like the elixir of life.
So one day I was concocting an elixir for a witch I knew back in Omaha, Nebraska. She was an old witch, soon to be on her death bed. I asked the witch what she truly wanted out of her elixir, she said, “Happiness”. I said okay and got right to it.
The elixir of life. However, that is probably the first thign to pop into many people’s mind. I just wrote that entire sentence with my eyes closed as I sneezed very loudly. My roommate just woke up. Sucks for him… What is the best elixir for youth? Love, laughter? Who knows.
The pill rests in her trembling hands, toxins balanced so perfectly as to destroy the tiny genesis of life that might be growing inside of her, so that she can continue living her own. What for one is deathly poison, to the other is the elixir of life.
Clasping the mug as though it was the elixir of life, she brought the hot mug closer to her chest. Alone, in the circle, she kept quiet, as others watched her, questioning silently why she refused to let others break it, free her. she let the silence inside envelope her.
The earth spins so fast, time racing through my existence blasting holes in my soul. Make it stop, slow it down, I want to be free of these pains, free from this fate.
Only you can make it stop, be the anecdote, by my elixir.
Smooth and silky, it flowed down his throat, leaving a cool sensation trailing behind. He breathed in deep. This is it. And with a sigh he laid down to once more live in this world, the glorious, gentle world this swirling, silvery liquid always promised to bring him to.
sorcer and potiosn in a secret cave and evil doings that are there to make sure that someone doesn’t get soemthing or go somewehre. Snape perhaps who mixes up strange things and picks on harry sorry harry potter mania is on us again. Anyway potions with secret ingredients and strange results and possible negative outcomes.
She drank the funny smelling green elixir. It was worth a shot. If this witches’ brew couldn’t cure her pain, nothing would. She would have to take care of that on her own.
just one drop and all will be gone
transported back to a time lived
a place where you can jump and climb
where life can be relearned again and again
here’s a toast to get out of this ghost
The liquid seemed to glow in the flask.
The smooth and rich crimson shimmer beckoned.
Sitting on an aged and antique bookshelf, in a dusty abandoned room.
One could only wonder what magic was held within.
I beg you,
Give me the elixir to heal the pain I feel of being stood up by the two men that I have conflicting emotions over.
I can’t sleep or think or feel stable to stop crying because my mind won’t stop racing
And my heart won’t stop pounding.
Make me a healing potion to mend my broken spirit-
I desperately need it.
Elixir again? I pressed refresh to do a different essay after I didn’t put my name in, but this thing requires me to write more about elixirs. Maybe it’s looking for some elixir or cure and it could only find it if people keep writing? What a strange machine.
“The Elixir of Death” was all it said on the bottle. She drank it anyway. It wasn’t that she wanted to die, it was just that she was curious. When nothing happened, she figured it was a prank. That is, until she reached forward and touched her best friend’s arm. Oops.
My glass was full. The mixture, the elixir–healing, reviving, filling and at the same time, every sip hurt just a bit, burnt, felt as if it bore a deeper hole where one had already been. This drink, this favor to myself, put me an inch closer to nothing–numbness, peace.
“Have you tried my latest elixir yet?” he asked, holding out a curvy purple bottle.
“I’ve told you a hundred times, Eli. I don’t want to buy any of your ‘elixirs.’ All I need is a couple specific things every once in a while, but no elixirs.”
“How about a free sample?”
“Hey, what’s this one for?” Worth asked Lamont, eyeing a small box that Lamont had left on top of a stack of other boxes that were decidedly not intended as part of Worth’s delivery.
“Not for you,” Lamont told him.
Worth opened the box anyway.
“Elixir? Who the fuck still…”
“…and that’s enough,” Lamont interrupted, snatching the bottle back from Worth and gingerly returning it to its box.
Drink it, weather it may heal or destroy you lays upon the identity of it’s ingredients. Don’t let the blood pour from, but into the potion that lies before you in the little glass of destiny.
Puts her in a coma, a love spell. Like pure ecstasy; she’ll never love like this again. Utter beauty.
He could mix up his special elixir now that his county had voted to go “wet”.
pour me a cup
a cup, a cure
make me pure
make me warm
and God please swarm
me w/ your touch-
teach & puncture
& rip me to pieces:
I need lessons,
I confess my transgression
so blanket me with the changing
leaves & let these lovers leave me be.
Das Lebenselixier. Es ist flüssig. Es enthält herbe Stoffe, eigentlich sollten sie süß sein, aber ich kann keine Süße auf der Zunge ertragen und nur für mich wurde ein herbes Elixier entwickelt. Es bringt Energie. Und Mut. Klarheit. Wissensessenzen.
‘One,’ he said, ‘contains the elixir of life, of eternal youth, strength, sexual prowess and beauty.’
‘What’s in the other one?’ our hero asked.
The wizard eyed him warily. ‘Two litres of my piss. Choose wisely.’
‘I think I’ll pass…’
‘Drink my piss!’ The wizard was becoming quite belligerent.
I need some elixir to find some serenity or balance, it seems. I wish meditation alone or a good life would do it alone. It is too hard, too expensive to be so nuts and manic.
“Take your time, drink it deeply, because you will never go back and your world will never be the same.” Forgetting herself, she threw it back in hopes of forgetting them.
He drank. He drank deeply from the bottle, letting the alcohol sear his throat. It was a slow burn, a dull, familiar burn, that no longer felt like much of a burn at all.
He took another shot of vodka.
it is just water.
a potion that you can make at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. professor snape teaches how to mix elixers, pickle victory, and put a stopper to death. bottle fame, brew fortune, even score with hot chicks.
the magic elixir
leaf green
smoke spewed from the top
of the triangular flask
should i drink it?
it smells like limes
what is it,mysterious thing? a glass of superb wine? fresh air on a superb sunny day? or at a mountaintop? whatever makes you feel exalted, at peace with life, good to be here? my good cup of coffee…
torn apart now, i cannot have this combination and fusion of your elixir
torn apart now, these are the choices we made
do i swallow? or walk away?
as she drank the elixir, she had second thoughts. would the results she was promised actually occur? the bottle now empty, matched her soul.
Bliss so enchanting …
I have yet to be found…
Lost in the elixir of it all..
Leave me behind …
At long last.
elixir reminds me of Harry Potter because I remember they had a potion with the same name.. also elixir reminds of the will to live.. because I don’t know.. the elixir of live is supposed to make you immortal!
so elixir is basically.. a very.. exotic word.
Elixir reminds me of a pixie too.. that’s the sort of name I would name my pixie. :)
Oooo. It’s a nice name for a cute little puppy too!
elixir?? really?? lame word. neeeeeeext…
The world elixir always brings harry potter to my mind. There is a magical feel to the word even if that might not be what it is about. I feel like they are there to fix things in our life. Like the elixir of life.
So one day I was concocting an elixir for a witch I knew back in Omaha, Nebraska. She was an old witch, soon to be on her death bed. I asked the witch what she truly wanted out of her elixir, she said, “Happiness”. I said okay and got right to it.
The elixir of life. However, that is probably the first thign to pop into many people’s mind. I just wrote that entire sentence with my eyes closed as I sneezed very loudly. My roommate just woke up. Sucks for him… What is the best elixir for youth? Love, laughter? Who knows.
A relationship with her is like an elixir for my soul. I think I will view that as a good thing. Because it is.
The pill rests in her trembling hands, toxins balanced so perfectly as to destroy the tiny genesis of life that might be growing inside of her, so that she can continue living her own. What for one is deathly poison, to the other is the elixir of life.
Clasping the mug as though it was the elixir of life, she brought the hot mug closer to her chest. Alone, in the circle, she kept quiet, as others watched her, questioning silently why she refused to let others break it, free her. she let the silence inside envelope her.
The earth spins so fast, time racing through my existence blasting holes in my soul. Make it stop, slow it down, I want to be free of these pains, free from this fate.
Only you can make it stop, be the anecdote, by my elixir.
the elixir from his veins pour down the street, no one saw what happened, no one will ever know he was gone.
Smooth and silky, it flowed down his throat, leaving a cool sensation trailing behind. He breathed in deep. This is it. And with a sigh he laid down to once more live in this world, the glorious, gentle world this swirling, silvery liquid always promised to bring him to.
sorcer and potiosn in a secret cave and evil doings that are there to make sure that someone doesn’t get soemthing or go somewehre. Snape perhaps who mixes up strange things and picks on harry sorry harry potter mania is on us again. Anyway potions with secret ingredients and strange results and possible negative outcomes.
She drank the funny smelling green elixir. It was worth a shot. If this witches’ brew couldn’t cure her pain, nothing would. She would have to take care of that on her own.
elixir made me want to dance on top of the roof of a pink mansion in a g
just one drop and all will be gone
transported back to a time lived
a place where you can jump and climb
where life can be relearned again and again
here’s a toast to get out of this ghost
The liquid seemed to glow in the flask.
The smooth and rich crimson shimmer beckoned.
Sitting on an aged and antique bookshelf, in a dusty abandoned room.
One could only wonder what magic was held within.
Dearest Life:
I beg you,
Give me the elixir to heal the pain I feel of being stood up by the two men that I have conflicting emotions over.
I can’t sleep or think or feel stable to stop crying because my mind won’t stop racing
And my heart won’t stop pounding.
Make me a healing potion to mend my broken spirit-
I desperately need it.
Yours,
Jhosy
Always bring a towel to your high school dance, she said as she minced the onions for breakfast
Elixir again? I pressed refresh to do a different essay after I didn’t put my name in, but this thing requires me to write more about elixirs. Maybe it’s looking for some elixir or cure and it could only find it if people keep writing? What a strange machine.
“The Elixir of Death” was all it said on the bottle. She drank it anyway. It wasn’t that she wanted to die, it was just that she was curious. When nothing happened, she figured it was a prank. That is, until she reached forward and touched her best friend’s arm. Oops.
My glass was full. The mixture, the elixir–healing, reviving, filling and at the same time, every sip hurt just a bit, burnt, felt as if it bore a deeper hole where one had already been. This drink, this favor to myself, put me an inch closer to nothing–numbness, peace.
“Have you tried my latest elixir yet?” he asked, holding out a curvy purple bottle.
“I’ve told you a hundred times, Eli. I don’t want to buy any of your ‘elixirs.’ All I need is a couple specific things every once in a while, but no elixirs.”
“How about a free sample?”
Water out of the fountain. The yellow lines of hopscotch just beside, drinking nasty water out of the fountain is what childhood tastes like.
“Hey, what’s this one for?” Worth asked Lamont, eyeing a small box that Lamont had left on top of a stack of other boxes that were decidedly not intended as part of Worth’s delivery.
“Not for you,” Lamont told him.
Worth opened the box anyway.
“Elixir? Who the fuck still…”
“…and that’s enough,” Lamont interrupted, snatching the bottle back from Worth and gingerly returning it to its box.