








































are you in the dark
searching for a guiding light,
searching for something?
what are you wishing
in a night without the stars,
in a night mirrored by scars?
what is inside you?
do you wish to let it go?
is even true?
what are the questions
that lives deep within your mind?
what lives in your heart?
once this light bring you
somewhere you never asked for,
where will your life go?
































“I need to put my mask on”
for I’m trying to go on
far from the peace that I long
that got me right here
that is worth all doubts and fear
every morning I wake up
wondering how I can stop
all your doubts and fears that stop
I sometimes stay still
waiting for silence, for peace
I used to think that
maybe I am not for this
that I failed you all
during times I lose control
every night, I pause and think
how things will change if I blink
how to stop the ship to sink
so.
I decided to go on
decided not to out a mask on
went out of my comfort zone
have my ears and heart on
not just with math, but with what’s going on
I remember, that even when I’m out
it’s always thoughts of you all that I shout
Asking for advice
Praying for guidance
in math,
I made sure that the numbers matter
at the same time,
I tried my best to remind that everything that you do matters
I doubted myself
but with all your help
your simple gestures
saying “sir I finally get it”
those words, without you kids knowing
leaves my heart continuously smiling
I wish at that time I also said that
I finally get
why I wake up at 4 in the morning
and still think of you all in the evening
it is indeed my first year in teaching
yet you kids made me feel everything
I found peace in the chaos of our classes
thank you, for I found who I am when I am with all of you
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a collection of poems (haiku, tanka, tanaga, and a free verse) for all of the wonderful souls that made my first year in teaching, the most grueling, frustrating, yet the most amazing, wonderful, blessed, and rewarding time of my life so far.
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to 9B, 9G, 9H, and ofc 9L
This is Sir A, Sir Alcantara
signing of as your Mathematics Teacher

you know, I wonder
why such things happen to us
and to others too
we just long for love
longing for something to stay
to make us human
but how will we know?
how will we know what will stick
without cruelty?
I’m not even sure
no matter what we live by
we are meant to hurt
until it’s worth it?
but what about the others?
other that we’ve left behind?
well that’s our journey
we get lost finding ourselves
and crash as we go
and learn how to walk
with our crooked smiles displayed
saying we’re alive
that’s what our lives mean
we can’t help but be cruel
until we wake up
aren’t we just young?
or maybe this is adulting?
maybe, I don’t know
and that’s cruelty
gifted by the universe
so we can be us
so that we’ll realize who we were
who we are now
and who we will become

Under the street light
Barely seeing the starlight
Dreams out of my sight
What’s the view in yours?
Can you see the constellations?
Can you hear the roars
of the cars I’m chasing
and people I’m lost within?
Tell me what it’s like
the air you are breathing in
the stars above you
the paradise you are in
Tell me about you.
Are you doing fine?
Do the trees sway with your hair?
Do leaves rain on you?
What song do wind hum for you?
Do you have peace in your heart?
Do you think of me?
Or are you also like me,
even when you are at peace
in that world of yours
there is chaos inside you?