Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 27
Sign: Scorpio
City: Molalla, Portland
State: Oregon
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/5/2005
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
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Current mood:  busy
Category: Writing and Poetry
My Own Demise
I'm here to state a simple point, Once I'm done, I shall depart of a world of such evilness, Please don't speak or shed a single tear, As I did my part, No more to do, As I become one, With God's mighty kingdom forever.
A Legend
A myth of Heroes, and Gods, What makes someone such a person, Is it of honor or their mighty strength, Maybe just a gift of their souls, In a special place, No other one holds.
My Glorious Return I shall make my glorious return, Not only to show my spectacular revival, But to expand the deep soul of each human being, As I lie in wait in this timeless capsule, Awaiting time passing along my fathers teachings, Until precious time has caught up to I. Storm God of rain, Lord of lightning, Come roaring thunder, Winds of fury, Come blazing sun, To a new morning star, Creating heavens light until night, I lie awake in tears, Hearing screams of chilling fright.
Darrick R. Estrada
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
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Current mood:  working
Category: Writing and Poetry
Passionate Touch
Your hand of heart, As flaming fire to melting ice, From spiritual soul to heavenly body, My thoughts of that special someone, Sting of a piercing rose thorn, No other touch of this kind, Will ever succeed no other, Awaiting your deep passionate touch.
One Given Chance We fall from heaven, Only as small shining stars, Searching for what we are destined for, Hearing voices alone, Not knowing where to follow, Got one chance to make it right, Must succeed my one and only big chance, To light my darken night star.
Timeless In memory of the living, The precious time, Never slows, As we grow old, Never forget the person, You were yesterday, To the soul person of you today.
Your Arms
My hold my heart, Only you make me, Feel the way I feel, Touch to your wonderful lips, Takes me forever to realize, I will be forever yours, In your arms. Darrick R. Estrada
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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Current mood:  chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry
Reason to Live Air you breath, Songs you sing, Steps I take, Moves I make, Along the way, Things I think today, Seem so far away, Soon we will be two, A pair through the great misty air. Children Today
The start of a child, To grown man of tomorrow, Be what you are, Not what people want, Listen to our father, Watching us from above, Until tomorrow. The Unknown
We fear the unspoken, The part of us, We don't know, Lays a darkness of worlds, To mysterious beliefs Don't deny our feelings, Of unknown fear. Spiritual Garden
Gods children, We all are, Sprout up, Under the fire of sea, Feel the blessing of an angel breeze, To reach for heaven, In a star.
Darrick R. Estrada
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Monday, December 24, 2007
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Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry
My Thorn Rose
Thorn rose garden,
My own flesh and blood,
Everything I have given,
I gave to you,
The day my red rose grew thorns,
Was because of you,
Now I give back to you,
What you gave to me,
A thorn rose from a garden of red roses.
River of Love The hearts and souls, Flow like a red colored river, As we all put are sails out, To find are soul mates for eternity, Wait and have no fear, As your own heart and soul, Catches its match for you.
The Cry Millions of people, Walk down the path, Of loneliness, Shedding crys alone, So know one knows, Look up toward the heavens, To see your eyes filled with crystal crys.
Long Road We are born, We must die, In between we go far, Traveling stars, To shattering stars, What a long road, We must Travel. Darrick R. Estrada
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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Category: Writing and Poetry
*--------------------------------------------------------------------* Date Written: Tuesday, January 20, 2004 Volume Number: 1 Author: Darrick R. Estrada Story Title: Jac & Mac Rabbit, Disappearing Easter Eggs Participants: Moley Mole *--------------------------------------------------------------------*
Part One- (Early Morning in Hoppy Grove) * One morning in Hoppy Grove, there was something missing. Looking out toward the egg garden, there were no eggs to be seen! * Then with a loud noise came Jac and Mac rabbit coming out of their tree house, with a surprised look on their white furry faces. * Jac and Mac knew only one animal that could have done such a thing no other than Moley Mole. Part Two- (Early Afternoon to Moley's House) * Jac and Mac were off to see Moley Mole passed the creek to Moley's house, and knocked on his little door knock! knock! * Moley opened and asked Jac and Mac "what brought you two all the way out here to see me?" * Jac shouted and yelled! at Moley and said, "where are our Easter eggs?" * Moley looked puzzled, and then finally said, "I found some eggs yesterday, but didn't know who they belonged to." * Jac and Mac went into Moley's basement, and found their Easter eggs stacked in one big pile. * Mac pointed at the stacked up Easter eggs, and told Moley that these eggs he found where theirs. * Moley, told Jac and Mac they could have their eggs back. * Jac and Mac told Moley that they would be back in a flash with something to put the eggs into. Part Three- (Mid Afternoon back at Moley's House) * Jac and Mac returned to Moley's home "we're back," and we got a wheel barrel to put our Easter eggs in. * Mac and Jac started stacking their Easter eggs into their wheel- barrel one by one. * Moley said he was sorry for all his trouble he gave Jac and Mac. Part Four- (Late That Evening, Jac and Mac Return Home) * Jac and Mac wheel barreled their Easter eggs from Moley's home, back to their home. * Back at Jac and Mac's home, they celebrated the most important thing tot hem Easter, and ate their eggs for their dinner. -THE END-
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Friday, April 13, 2007
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Current mood:  working
Category: Writing and Poetry
Dangerous Love
The day Ty and his wife Valerie agreed to enlist into the United States Army; it would forever change their entire romantic marriage forever. They had only been married for one year, living in a small town in the state of Ohio. Ty was about six feet in height, with short blond sandy hair, baby blue eyes, and muscular body with Caucasian skin. Valerie who looked amazing at a height of five foot five inches tall, with big round brown eyes, long brown sandy hair, and slim body with light Caucasian skin. Ty remembers the first time he saw Valerie, her long flowing brown hair shining bright one hot summer night, and the way she looked at him with those sparkling eyes. As he thought about those memories he also thought about how he and Valerie are going to be sent to two different bases for basic training. Valerie will be going to San Diego California and Ty will be traveling to Maine for his training. After Ty's training he will immediately be sent over seas to Taiwan to help control the riots taking place in that country. Valerie will be sent to Guam as an Army nurse. Ty can't imagine being away from Valerie for so long. They will be apart for over 6 months, before they will be able to meet again. It has now been two weeks sense Ty and Valerie were in each others view or arms. Valerie writes Ty everyday to let him know how she feels about him. Ty does the same toward Valerie. They both can't imagine spending more time apart. Photos sent with the letters always brings a happy smile to both of them, thinking of the day when they will be able hold each other in safe arms again. Ty explained in his letters that each night he could hear bombs exploding, and gun fire outside his barracks. He prayed each night he would live to wake another morning and the safety of his wife. Ever letter from Valerie was written in red ink to express her love and affection for him. As Ty was reading the most recent letter from Valerie, he heard his platoon sergeant yell take cover incoming enemy fire. His life flashed right before him, as an incoming grenade just missed their barracks. All he could remember while he took cover from the explosion of the blast, was the last sentence of Valerie's letter explaining no matter what happens to them both, love is like a battlefield and on the inside after the dust clears my heart will always lay next to you even after death.
It had been a month since the grenade accident that almost cost Ty's life. Either Valerie or Ty hadn't heard from each other since then, accept for a small letter Ty sent containing the events following up and after of the near explosion at his barracks just right outside of Taiwan. Valerie was now stationed just outside of one of the main villages in Guam. She attended to thousands of wounded soldiers each day and night; at times she caught herself daydreaming of what life would have been if they didn't enlist into the Army. Life at night was especially tough, because of the screams of horror from dieing soldiers or her thoughts of Ty out there under the stars somewhere taking his last few breaths of life thinking of her. Ty was indeed under the stars that night, laughing with his fellow soldiers telling jokes and stories around a bonfire, just outside where they were stationed. One of the soldiers stood up with a serious look on his face and walked around the fire, and spoke to Ty and the other soldiers that from here on out Taiwan were sure to go to war with allied Korea. Later that night while lying alone by the bonfire, Ty wrote another letter to Valeria keeping her informed of Taiwan possibly being invaded by Korea turning into all out war. While he sat awake that night unable to sleep from the sounds of coming war, he worried how Valeria would take the words of his letter. As his eyelids started to shut falling asleep, staring at a bright star in the sky that just maybe his wife was looking at that same star praying for him with her heart for what was a heated battle to follow.
After weeks of war rumors between Taiwan and Korea, it was official an all out war had broken out between the two countries. Ty was caught in the middle, where Korea allied forces had taken several hostages from a small village just east of their barracks. Ty and his fellow soldiers were ordered by their sergeant to locate and rescue the captive hostages. After receiving their mission, they marched out just before nightfall making there way through rough terrain and a goal of returning as one. The march took a toll on Ty's heart thinking of Valerie and the possibilities of him not returning from this high-risk mission. Only if I had wrote and sent a letter to Valerie before I left the barracks, Ty kept saying to himself. Finally after crossing into enemy lines and taking gunfire to booby trap explosives, their goal was in the shadows from the sun only 20 yards away in a small cottage surrounded with Korean soldiers. Planning a strategy each soldier took a kneel down position behind tall grass waiting to pull their gun trigger on each target they were assigned to. Ty gave the command by throwing a tiny stone at a tree directly in front of them, and then each soldier fired all gunshots to the head or torso. The coast was clear no other Korean soldiers in sight, Ty ran swiftly to the cottage and aimed the head of the gun directly toward a lock over the cottage door blowing it to pieces. Inside the 5 hostages were all holding on to each other like family. Each hostage was relieved to know they were rescued, but the celebration was short lived reinforcement Korean soldiers stormed the village. Ty and the others made a brief run diving behind anything to get out of the range of flying bullets. Then like a ghost in the night out of know where Ty set off a booby trap explosive sending him to the ground in a heart beat. A few seconds later barley breathing he managed to open one eye, reminding himself how lucky he was still even alive like the near fatal explosive accident at the barracks. His fellow soldiers dragged Ty to a safe location away from the fierce battle taking place, and radio in a chopper to air lift him to the nearest medical facility located in Guam.
After the chopper arrived, Ty was on his way to Guam suffering from life threatening burns and hearing lose. Valerie got information from other nurses that a soldier was badly injured from a ground explosive in a village, but had no idea it was Ty since she hadn't received a letter since his accident at the barracks. During the choppers flight to Guam Korean forces fired missiles, but missed and heavy rains came down hitting the chopper sounding like bullet shell casings bouncing off and lightning like bombs exploding in there glory. Valerie awaited the arrival of the chopper with the injured soldiers which she had no clue it was Ty. Arriving at the landing pad at the medical facility all Ty could think about was how badly he misses Valerie and her gorges smile with her long brown sandy hair, eyes sparking like an angel. Valerie came running out to gather the information of the wounded solider from the polite, and then she heard the yells of someone badly hurt say her name. She was surprised and shocked at the same time to hear the voice of a man that she had married and devoted all her love to for the rest of her life. Ty is that really you? Valerie had a tear run down the side of her cheek running to the side of the chopper to kiss Ty on his lower right cheek. It was the first time Ty had smiled since the last time they saw each other before being deployed. Valerie told Ty to hang on and that she loved him, she ran back inside the medical facility to grab a letter she had written long before their marriage of how much he meant to her, but Ty would never get the chance to read that letter or see those sparkling eyes. After running back inside, an undetected Korean bomber aircraft dropped 2 large bombs exploding the medical building to nothing but ruble in matter of seconds. When the dust settled Ty looked on and broke down in anger as he felt the weight of those bombs change his heart and world forever.
Scenario B. Ty and Valerie both die in each other arms as a Korean bomber drops 2 large bombs exploding the chopper into pieces.
Scenario C. Valerie sees Ty being lifted from the chopper through the window, when the Korean bomber drops bombs on to the chopper. Darrick R. Estrada
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Thursday, March 29, 2007
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Current mood:  working
Category: Writing and Poetry
Tear Drop
Close your eyes, Open the mind, Think the sadness that builds our eyes, Watch the tears that roll and fall, Down your face, Remember am there for you, To shed a tear or two. Last Chance I lost my mind, Only to love you more, Now I find myself thinking, One more chance, I'd show you everything, Spoken or unspoken, Don't let it be left untold, Cause baby I love you, Give it one last chance. Holding Strong While Apart Baby I know its hard, Not being able to come home, In your loving arms, I'm always right there beside you, Only not to feel your warmth touch, Soon no matter what, I will feel your heart touch my soul forever, To lose that love so strong in the end. Darrick R. Estrada
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Sunday, October 22, 2006
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Current mood:  relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Heart Broken My heart is only made of glass, Like a knife to my chest, Hurts to breath every word, I must say as I lay down, And pray, That my heart will, Always be together. Passion Heart Feel your smile, That walks into my life, To only leave a glance, Now I sit and cry tonight, Wishing you were only here, Thanks for memories, And giving me a chance, In your forever lasting love. Soul of My Heart I feel a burn, An unknown feeling, To my heart, I see the bright light of my inner soul, Only a special person can light the fire, That is deep inside, Waiting to burn from heart to soul. Burning Desire The feeling within, The soul that burns mind over body, Thrives to light the flame of one, Last memorable desire. Darrick R. Estrada
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