Adverbs

Abruptly,
without any warnings
unmanageable tears.

Bitterly,
the image projected
monstrous in retrospect.

Continuosly,
the eerie silence of loneliness
permeates what's not invited.

Deliberately,
ways made to simply lure
ends to empty roads.

Evidently,
no amount of sensitivity
could soften rational minds.

Fictitiously,
the image portrayed
is but a fairy tale.

Gradually,
the sight of togetherness
bring nothing but pain.

Haltingly,
skips and turns make none
of logic but confusion.

Incidentally,
these bickering falls
to deaf ears unwanted.

Justifiably,
in the quest for peace
death is the answer.

Sometimes we just surrender...
or we teach ourselves to stop.

No Thank You?

When the day was over and we were dismissed earlier than usual, the people in my school hurriedly picked their things and headed to their day's plan: home, lunch dates, children affairs, and others. I remained in school for another hour because I have nowhere to go.

Later, I decided that going back home early and do my household chores would be better rather than feeling low and thinking of incompetence. I was expecting some grateful remarks from a couple of parents whose children were my greatest challenge this year but to no avail. It was an expectation and when it wasn't met, I felt bad. I retreated to my garden.

When I swept the fallen leaves in the garden, it reminded me of the children that passed through my care. As I gathered the leaves in a heap, I remembered building the skills and knowledge throughout the span of a school year. So that when the yard was cleaned, I appreciated my effort and I felt better.

Maybe the art of saying thank you is dying for some of the great demands of everyday make the parents appreciate less and less. Anyway, at the end of the day I am still glad that some of the children walked away that day saying, "Thank you for being my teacher!" with great, big hugs.

To Cut a Rose

Given to me by my housekeeper, the rose was neglected as it was overpowered by the surrounding plants. So when I started clearing the space, I found this rose plant and nurtured it again. The plant is now bigger and flowering continuosly for months now.

Now, it is known that once a rose wither and turn brown, it is time to cut the withered part so that new stems may grow. Now, I do this religiously because I have taken for granted a beauty that had been growing in my garden for two years.

During my quiet moments, I suddenly realized that there had been many instances in my life that I had neglected and cut off my ties with people that cares for me and that I care. Busy? No, but it was the mere fatigue and stress of everyday living that rots me away. This is a realization and a wake up call. I am being selfish.

Though roses have thorns, the roses in my life had been always there in good times and bad times. My friends had made promises to support me wherever and whenever I needed them. They are always around and I do feel their presence though sometimes, I simply care less.

My roses in life continue to bloom around so I am thankful for their continued assistance. Thank you once again for being there: family, friends, colleagues, students, and parents.

Summing the Year Up

There will be two words most appropriate to describe the school year that just ended - difficult and out most challenging. In a way, I started with new students still on the lookout for friends, or should I say, friendships even though the children were in the same class last school year.

With all the difficulties come the expectation that one day, all these will have a result and results were then accomplished. The children had opened up, are confident than ever, more verbal and polished in words, had achieved a better insight of what the world is about and what to expect in a bigger school. The tools that were laid became their instruments to move forward and be what they are right now. It might not be the knowledge but the skills that played a big role towards their positive development.

I will look back at the school year and smile. The hardships I encountered with each and every whims, tricky situations, unresolved issues, behavioural challenges and the like will serve as a scaffold for improving my craft, thus for me, to become a better teacher and a more responsible person.

I would like to acknowledge all the help and support from the parents and teachers around me. I would like to send my appreciation and wishes of good luck to all my students. I would like to dedicate the whole year to the Almighty for making my students thirst for knowledge and for making me hunger for perfection.

The Way You See Things

Negate the positive
thy toil in life
to see the badness
in rift and strife.

Oh such changes
however pure
impress you not
for there is no cure.

A glass half full
is no good to see
it's always half empty
you won't let it be.

The fondness inside
of people galore
pick up the silliness
no space for candor.

Thy smile I see
is fake to the brim
for your vision has
no light, oh so dim.

For each around you
is a person so rich
so bright a spark
you extinguish the wick.

So life is full of bounty
of candor and glee
yet your vision is blurred
one direction to see.

Not all around is bad. There will always be something good, one just have to see through it.