All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Coffeehouse
The most beautiful room I had ever seen
Warm, generous people filled the space with life
Yellow lights and laughter
Groups of people conversing and gathering on couches
Sitting close, almost on top of each other, out of choice
The stage brightly lit as people stepped up and prepared their instruments
Then they started playing
They played and they sung
And I felt more connected than I have in a long time
All equals in one room there just to enjoy the experience of being alive and young
Friends swayed together I almost saw their souls tied through their fingertips
I almost watched the bright colors of the music flow into ears one by one
I almost watched hearts light through chests as people held their friends tighter
I held myself tighter
Is this what I'm missing
Strums of guitars and bangs of drums echoing songs I listen to alone
Is this what I could have had
Will I regret it will I ever be this happy
Am I doomed from today till forever is it already over
Is this the moment I step onto the stage with my crown out of branches
Will my friends find me in my room tomorrow morning and stand on desks out of justice
Or will I accept I can't do the play and live forever someone else’s journey
Hiding from the room never to feel souls conjoined through fingers
Doomed to hold myself tighter
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.