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City of ParisThere's smoke over the city of Paris.

People cry and run,
As the fire and smoke rise higher.

There are flames in the city of Paris.
Children scream for their mothers,
and mothers yell for their children.

There's bloodshed in the city of Paris.

Screams are silenced as gunshots are heard
blood stains the black streets red.

There's gunfire in the city of Paris.

Slaughter and maiming
like nothing man has ever seen.

There's destruction in the city of Paris.

Through smoke and flames,
and bloodshed and gunfire,

there's death in the city of Paris.City of Paris11 months ago in Free Verse

Parisshe is a sensual being.
the shadow on my wall looks like
her lips
and the tip of her nose;
thick curvy lips
and she wears scarlet on them.

she cannot sleep bare on her own.
she is watching eyes and city lights
and we are both sipping tea on
quiet mornings after lung-bursting
fights the night before.

night sky clustered around
a towering horizon,
hair across clavicle and
under shoulder blades.

i flew over to Paris
to find the girl who is
ripped fishnets and satin hugging
lusty hips
sad lips and tangled locks

sweaty palms and fingers
in studded black gloves

because i lost her once and i need her back.

there is a stack of Paris2 years ago in Free Verse

Paris HiltonParis Hilton
Attention whore
Paris Hilton
Who they adore
Has it all,
And she wants more

Why does miss Hilton rule the world?
Why's she idolized by so many girls?
Why is it that we all know her face?
Why is famous in the first place?

Paris Hilton,
Socialite
Paris Hilton,
parties all night,
our pop culture
parasite

Make the public think you're a slut,
it get you farther than "smart"
Make a half-assed catch phrase,
it gets you farther than art

Paris Hilton
Attention whore
Paris Hilton
Who they adore
Has it all,
And she wants more

...why does miss Hilton rule the world?Paris Hilton8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Blinking Under Paris LightsStars don't shine like lovers do.Blinking Under Paris Lights2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Judgment of Paris Prologue

The footage of Paris Hilton’s back and forth jail term, the media’s overabundant hype and reaction, and everything else connected to it played in front of the black cloak clad individual. The figure raised a hand and waved off the images emerging from a crystal ball-like object. Then the figure turned and said in a very strong, but very feminine voice, “This has gotten out of hand. It is time we get involved once again in human affairs; let our presence and judgment be known, she must be made an example of.”

Opposite her was another cloaked figure who reThe Judgment of Paris6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Arriving in ParisOh shit! I forgot my husband.Arriving in Paris3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Judgment of Paris-Cont.The next morning, Kathy woke up first and proceeded to her daughter’s room. The Hilton matriarch woke Paris up and watched her roll out of bed. Paris saw her mother’s gapping mouth highlighting a shocked face. “What?” Paris asked groggily.

Quickly putting on a weak smile, Kathy helped Paris to her feet as she asked, “What do I look like?” When Kathy didn’t respond Paris pushed past her, even as Kathy tried to stop her. Paris raced into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. She closed her eyes then felt her way in front of the mirror before opening them. When she did so, she saw a fat impersonation The Judgment of Paris-Cont.6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

things i must do before i die:Learn to Fly.  Travel Europe
with my soulmate.  Sleep on
top of the Eiffel Tower.  Wake
up naked in a Greek truckstop.
Tell a gondolier my life story in
Venice.  Ask his.  Swing dance on
the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  Tell
Moscow "good morning".  Smile.

Learn the waltz.  Perform a
valse in the Himalayas.  The
Swiss Alps.  Nepal.  Pretend
the sky has a second job as
a ballroom.  Befriend a star.
Climb Mt Everest.  Jump off.
Survive.  Throw a snowball
at my past regrets.  Laugh.

Learnthings i must do before i die:3 years ago in Free Verse

In ParisYou left our love far behindIn Paris1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

USxUK: A Night in ParisAlfred knocked loudly at the door, already dancing in anticipation. It had already been a week since he had asked Arthur to the big dance and he wasn't willing to wait much longer. He had arrived several minutes early (which was uncharacteristic for the normally lazy young nation), and he was hoping England was ready.

England opened the door after about a minute of waiting. "You're here early," he said in surprise.

"Yup," America replied, noting how cute the older nation looked in his perfectly tailored white tux.

"Well, come in then, I'm not quite ready yet."
Alfred sighed slightly and followed England into the living room and sat down USxUK: A Night in Paris2 years ago in Short Stories

~Christmas in Paris~ *France X Reader*~Joyeux Noël~

*France X Reader X Child!Canada X Child!Seychelles*

'Drabble #18 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'

~Flashback~

"Bonjur à tous!Je m'appelle Suu et j'ai 18 ans.Mon pays d'origine est la Roumanie et je veux faire les gens rire et être vraiment joyeux! " a random blonde girl presented herself,making a thumbs up sign towards her female friend.
"Bonjur!Je m'appelle (Name) et j'ai aussi 18 ans. Mon pays d'origine est (Country Name) et je veux à apporter de bonheur a tous et s'il est possible,de faire les petites enfants de croire à nouveau au Père Noël! " the delicate female smiled ~Christmas in Paris~ *France X Reader*5 months ago in Short Stories

A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.

"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads A Pocket Full of Sky2 years ago in Short Stories

The Paris PaintingParis in the spring
sounds like an Audrey Hepburn afternoon
And I paint the picture in my mind like Degas
Because imagination is the master artist
Losing genius with each step away from childhood
But Paris-
Paris is a young woman's chance to unlock that cabinet of rose-handled brushes
And an old one's chance to still say "Someday", just how it belongs between full rows of teeth
Paris in the spring
sounds like a promise that lover's make
in the winter, tangled up with misted breath
beneath shadowy window panes
empty words and all the sweeter for it
Sweet like the breath of lThe Paris Painting1 year ago in Free Verse

Paris Life2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Phinbella: Vacaciones en Paris 1ra partePhinbella: Vacaciones en Paris
Habia una vez una chica muy linda llamada Isabella Garcia Shapiro,que se dirigía a una casa donde vivian dos niños que hacían inventos muy grandiosos,eran Phineas y Ferb
Isabella: Hola Phineas ¿Qué estas haciendo?
Phineas: Mmmmmm,aun no lo sabemos
Isabella: Phineas,tengo que decirte algo
Phineas: ¿Qué me quieres decir?
Isabella: ¡Iremos a Paris!
Phineas: ¿A Paris?
Isabella: Siiii *cantando* ire a parís con phineas,ire a parís con phineas
Phineas: Ok,esta bien,le dire a mi mama a ver si me da permiso
Isabella: Ok *se va*
Phineas: Vaya Ferb,IsabellaPhinbella: Vacaciones en Paris 1ra parte8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Phinbella-Paris, City of Love"Mom!" I cry, running into my house

"What is it, Isa?" my mother asks, sounding alarmed.
"Phineas and Ferb invited me to go to Paris with them! Can I go? Please please please please please?! PLEASE?"
"What?" my mother asks, puzzled. I quickly start to explain the story.
"See, I went over to Phineas and Ferb's house today. For once, they weren't in their backyard-- well, actually, they were, but they were just making a huge Eiffel Tower out of Popsicle sticks --and I asked what made them want to build an Eiffel Tower, and Phineas said his parents were booking a trip to Paris and to ask you if I could come!"
"Isa..." my mom says. "I don'Phinbella-Paris, City of Love3 years ago in Short Stories

Drunkard 07 : Paris Skyle7th Drunkard: Paris Skyle

:drunk:

"Darren, if you ever want to hear one of Paris's amazing stories about his life, wait for him to get drunk. Once he's drunk, you can ask him anything you want. Trust me, he'll answer."

Darren thought about this as he sat there at the Festival of the Undead without a mug. He'd learned his lesson a night earlier and now, he avoided any more mugs for the moment. His hangover had knocked some sense into him.

Since he didn't want to get drunk and suffer a hangover, he thought about something else that would keep him entertained for the rest of the night. His mind kept going back to that one statement that soDrunkard 07 : Paris Skyle2 years ago in Short Stories

Europe, Twenty-SixAnd there, to the west,
was a skeleton
that wasn’t made of bones
and carried no flesh,
stretched taut across the skyline
and motionless, as if taken surprise
by the sudden black of night.

We gazed across the city,
electrified, two small eyes
peering out from the bright skull.
You lifted your arm,
fingers splayed like dark eyelashes
to catch the bright orbs
of streetlights on the horizon
and cupped them in your hand,
like small candles burning,
flickering luminescent in the midnight pupil.Europe, Twenty-Six4 years ago in Free Verse

The Judgment of Paris-Epilogue Epilogue
Six months later
Somewhere near the Arizona/New Mexico border

The house’s interior was spacious; only two walls tarnished the eye as pillars were the only vertically standing structures of the living quarters’ floor. One area hidden by walls was the bathroom, for the sole occupant’s privacy when the very rare visitor came. The other was right next to it, her bedroom that possessed a double-wide King bed partially inclined for its owner’s comfort in sleep and getting in and out The Judgment of Paris-Epilogue6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

RE-EDITED A Husband In Paris FrancoeurXLucilleTHIS HAS BEEN RE-EDITED!!! I HATE THE WAY IT WAS WRITTEN BEFOE AND I ASK YOUR FORGIVENESS! PLEASE READ (MAINLY THE ENDING) AGAIN!!!!

It had been a month since they were wed, when trouble from the outside world started to take notice. They would not accept a monster into their society, and Lucille's career at last seemed to take a turn for the worst.

"Married to an insect?! A real loon, that one!" Laughed at.

"She should be ashamed of herself! Defiling herself with a creature!" Scorned.

"Oh, I could not imagine the demon spawn she will be cursed with! Such wretched children!"

She took the ridicule day by day with strength and fire. Half tRE-EDITED A Husband In Paris FrancoeurXLucille1 year ago in Settings

Wake Me Up in ParisHe had told her once, in a café on North Avenue that she had the prettiest chocolate colored eyes he had ever seen. She had felt her face flush, as his hand brushed her cheek and he told her that he loved her. She had smiled quietly, almost as if she hadn't heard him because she never wanted anyone to tell her that she was loved. There's no such thing as a love story without tears. She let him hold her hand because it was warm against the cool October air, but she couldn't bring her eyes to meet his. In his eyes were all his hopes and dreams; and on the cuff of the grey sweater he wore, was his heart. She had fallen for his warm smWake Me Up in Paris2 years ago in Short Stories

When we Arrive in ParisWhen we arrive in Paris
The world will be alive
With laughing golden imagery
And the merriment of healed-over broken hearts

In the shining stupors of lust filled ambition
Like how the strings of your violin could
Fill concert halls with a love for
Dusty street corners and rusted champagne bubbles

When we arrive in Paris
The world will be a star
In orbit of an unknown earth
Now flat where we are rounded

We'll link our arms and hearts alike
With laughter gleaming copper-brown
And silhouettes of moonbeam height
Will buy us from the beggar's wealth

When we arrive in Paris
I will love you like she once loved me
LikeWhen we Arrive in Paris1 year ago in Free Verse

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